All mine, forever.

-NEW LIFE

While listening to music I dance around my room filled with happiness and peace because after 4 years of going through pain and depression to be with somebody who made me hate myself I'm finally free. Amoi, my ex girlfriend the literal definition of hell on earth. She put me through so much, cheated on me with my ex bestfriend and degraded my body every chance she got. I finally left her and I'm finally free of every bad thing that's been holding me back. I turn up my music a little more but suddenly stop.

I turn the nozzle back down to hear a scuffle coming from downstairs so I grab my baseball bat and slowly walk down. Neither of my parents are supposed to be home at this time, so the way my heart is beating faster than a windmill is justifiable. I see my mother being held by a man in a black suit by her arms and my father standing with a depressing look on his face infront of another man wearing a similar suit.

"What the fuck!"

I slowly walk backwards, bumping into something stern. As I turn around I lock eyes with a beautiful woman wearing a Beige pants suit. Her brown skin glistening and the aroma of vanilla pouring from her skin. Her long jet black locs falling behind her ears and onto her shoulders. I don't know why but I could feel my body submit the way she towered over me. Power poured from her body, just by standing here for a couple seconds I could sense she was the one in charge. Just a few inches taller than me, yet it felt like she was a skyscraper and I was an ant. Her low eye lids and cocoa brown eyes stared into my soul, I don't know who this woman was but she screamed trouble and addicting and if under different circumstances I wouldn't mind encountering her.

"Attenta ora principessa. Non vorremmo che quella bella boccuccia finisse nei guai ora, vero?" (Careful now princess. We wouldn't want that pretty little mouth to end up in trouble now would we?)

The heavy Italian accent rolled off of her tongue so smoothly pulling me into a minimal trance. More than last time.

"Who the hell are you and what is going on?"

"We'll talk about it in the car."

I push past her and the men and head for the door. "Fonzo get her."

Before I could reach the door frame I was grabbed by the man that was holding my mother and thrown over his shoulder. "LET ME THE FUCK G-" before I could get the last of my words out I was stuck in the neck by something sharp and being carried out the door, my eyelids starting to get heavy but I could still see and hear faint yelling, "HOW COULD YOU SELL OUR DAUGHTER YOU BASTARD". Those were the last words I heard before my life changed forever....
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When I woke up I was in a giant bed inside of a luxurious room. I attempted to focus my eyes as I looked around the room, it was decorated in an antique style with beige and dark color velour all around. There were hints of gold here and there, making the room feel even more expensive.
My head was still kind of dizzy from the previous altercation so I couldn't see the person who was sitting in the chair across from me but i could hear their voice and that was enough to have my guard up again.

"Ah she rises", I quickly turn to see the same woman from earlier sitting in a chair reading a book. From what I could remember she wasn't wearing anything like what she was when I first saw her. This time she had on a black knitted sweater and dark grey sweatpants that hung low on her waist. She smelled of amber and shea butter and her shoulder length locs shinned with the moonlight peaking in the room through the curtain.

"Wher-",

"I'm sure you have lots of questions but let me sum it up for you, I know your family is poor and your father couldn't afford to take care of all of y'all. You're father has a gambling problem which I'm sure you're well aware of.

As if ever. That's why we were always struggling and living pay check to pay check. Whenever he got the chance to gamble he did, no matter if it was down to the clothes on this ass he'd gamble those as well.

"While talking to him yesterday I seen you walk out of the house and you're just.. let's just say I needed you. He got pretty deep at a club my friend owns and as a courtesy to my friend I wanted to settle the debt. He just needed to pay back the 7 grand and we'd call it a day."

"7 FUCKING GRAND?"

"Language principessa, but yes. It was originally 15 but I have a heart and felt bad. When I asked him about the money he said he couldn't pay it so I made an offer. I'd spare him if I got you. Which I do now so that clears it up." She explained to me in every way that my life has just changed, yet she said it so nonchalantly. Like me now being in a completely different setting and her being a stranger who TRADED ME LIKE A FUCKING POKÉMON CARD didn't matter. How could she just be okay with this? Why was she so okay with this?

"Do you have any questions?" She asked while closing the book she was reading.