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[color=red]Annabelle Grace Fletcher
I woke with a jump to a lot of frightening sounds outside my small bedroom door in this tiny apartment me and my mother and brother shared, and we still couldn't afford. My mother worked all the time, nonstop but we were behind on our payments, and when I go out I see my mother, on her knees, in tears, begging the owner of the apartments, saying she would pay him back and all, behind him stood two guards. "Mom!" I shout. And she snaps her head in my direction. "Go back in your room belle" she tells me. She always worried about me, I wasn't sure but I thought that maybe something was going on outside the apartment that I shouldn't be exposed to, that she was afraid of. I am about to respond when the man that was pushing my mother for her money, Peter, his name was, casts me a thoughtful glance. "I completely forgot you had a daughter, and what a beautiful one too." He comments and I immediately feel something wrong. "She could help you out" he says, "young girls like you sell very well to men" he says. "Excuse me?" My mother questions, but I had a feeling she knew what and I think I knew what too. "Have you ever heard of baby dolls, mrs. fletcher, they are very popular with the young men. I'll make you a deal, if you give us your daughter, Annabelle, I believe is her name. Well let you off, well even pay for your rent." He says and my mother starts crying even more, because she knows. But I can't stand seeing her struggle for so long. "Mother.." I say softly, "I would do this for you, you know I would." I tell her sincerely, but Peter seems to take it as a definite yes. "Okay let's move along here, we need to get her ready" he says hastily. I snap my head to him. "I haven't chosen yet!" I complain, but one of his guards grabs my arm, causing my mother to scream out more. "No! Please! Anything, well leave right now, or even take me!" She begs, but he simply shakes his head. "Your daughter will serve us well" he tells her and with a signal to the guards, they drag me off unexpectedly. I hadn't decided yet! But I knew struggling was useless, and whatever fate they chose for me would be my fate. That thought frightened me to no extent. What exactly does a baby doll do?
I wake in a strange bed, after the entire incident, and there is only one other woman in the room, looks like some kind of maid or housekeeper. She sees I am awake, and she comes over to me gently approaching. She explains everything to me. How they examined my body to make sure I was virgin, and how they've already found a "buyer" and I gasp, was I going to have to live with some pedophile that used me as a sex slave? Before I can question more, this woman drags me into a room full of makeup, and lingerie strewn everywhere, and a bunch of other girls crowded around a mirror. "I know it's scary at first, but you'll get used to it" she tells me, as if I was planning to stay long. I allow her to put makeup on my face, before I hear her say something about him being here any minute now and I feel sick to my stomach.
(Sorry it's kinda bad but yeahhh)
