*REVAMPING*
"Some of us matured early because life showed us the worst side of the world at an early age"
Valencia Andrea Knight has had one hell of a life. Trauma is an understatement. From being kidnapped as a child to being abused both physically...
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I instantly dropped to the hard basement floor as I felt another slap make contact with my skin. As my bruised, naked body hit the floor I quietly whimpered in pain attempting to be as quiet as possible so that I don't anger my abuser even more.
"Did I give you fucking permission to leave this room!" Ivan seethes instantly making me cower back into the floor.
I've been here since I was only seven years old. For 9 years i've been trapped here and ordered to serve Ivan- The Serbian Mafia Don. I don't know much about him personally, but I know the basics. He's strongly feared in the Mafia world for being ruthless and to have no mercy; believe me, I would know.
I don't remember much from the first seven years of my life but I know for a fact i've never had a proper family. Nobody has ever loved me and nobody ever will. I was sold to Ivan on my seventh birthday, I don't know by who, or from where, but that is all I have ever known.
From the first moment I met him, he was always cold to me, as if he hated me. It made me wonder why he bought me and wanted me here if he intended to treat me in such a cruel and vile way. If only I knew.
When I turned 10, Ivan's requests became more vague. He started touching me. Everywhere. He used my body for horrible painful things I never even knew I could feel. If I refused, his beatings would be ten times worse than usual. And usual was everyday. I was that small and weak, I couldn't even fight back. I didn't even try. I knew it was no use.
When I first came here, I dreamed every night of my parents coming to save me, to show that they love me and want to care for me. But that never happened. After 9 years here, believe me when I say i've lost all hope. I've never had a family: parents to love me, brothers to protect me or even a sister to fight with. My childhood was non-existent and I was never getting it back.
"Answer me you little slut!!!" he yells as my limp body receives another harsh kick as he peers down at me, a smirk appearing on his face.
"I-i'm so s-sorry master, I n-needed clothes" I barely even whispered hopeful he would go easy on me this time. I couldn't take it if I made him any angrier.
"You really think a slut like you deserves clothes? No chance, besides I prefer seeing you like this. You're so beautiful" he replies with his smirk from before already widening. He makes me gag.
My body shakes in fear as he slowly begins removing his trousers followed by his boxers letting it spring free.
No. No. No. Not again. I know what this means. He's going to do that thing that really hurts me. Maybe that's all I deserve. For my body to be forcefully used for his pleasures. It's not like i'm any other use in this world. But this time I built up some courage.
I run out into the hallway as if my life depends on it and start screaming praying that someone would notice me. "Help me!"I cry out to nobody in particular. "Please get me out of here!"
