Sold to Iggy Azalea

2. No Money, No Family, 16 in the Middle of Miami

I just stood there stunned. I... I just couldn't believe that this was all really happening. I mean, what the actual f*ck?!

One of the bodyguards pulled my backpack from my hands and began to rummage through it, searching for anything that I shouldn't have. He didn't find anything; it was mostly just my clothes anyway.

"Pleasure to meet you. Although, I don't think that the feeling's mutual. Am I right?" Iggy asked in that strong Australian accent.

"Uhhh... I... I guess not," was all I could say.

Iggy turned towards my mother who was standing there with a clear look of impatience plastered onto my face. "Here's the money I owe you then." She reached into her pocket and withdrew a large stack of money. "$10,000. I sure hope she's worth it," Iggy said as she handed my mother the money. My mother grabbed it quickly with greed in her eyes.

"Don't worry," my mom responded, "she will be. I promise."

"Then we best be on my way." Iggy looked at the second bodyguard and nodded her head towards me. He leaned forward and placed his large, meaty hand around my upper arm with a strong, firm, even painful grip and began to lead me out the front door and towards a Hummer.

At first, I was surprised that they didn't ride in a limo instead, but then I remembered, they probably didn't want to draw any attention toward themselves. I don't think it would be the best thing for Iggy's already bad image to be spotted literally buying a slave.

The first bodyguard go into one side of the back seat and pulled me next to him. The other bodyguard sat to my other side so that I wouldn't be able to escape. Iggy sat in the passenger's side in the front and told her the driver to take us home.

As we drove to who-the-fuck-knows-where, I just sat in silence and thought about what I was gonna do. I was only 16 years old, a junior in high school. I had no job, no money, no friends, and now no family. Isn't that some Iggy song? I don't know to be honest, I don't care for her or her music much.

After hours of driving, the car drove down a long, dirt driveway and parked in front of an average sized home shielded on all sides by tall trees. I had no idea where the fuck we were or how I was going to escape.

Once Iggy and her bodyguards escorted me to my room in the house (a small room in the basement with only a twin bed, a nightstand, a small closet, and a window too small for even a young child to squeeze through), she ordered me to unpack all my things while she went to the bathroom right next to me room.

The bathroom was small too. The toilet was in the corner next to the sink. On the opposite side, was the bathtub/shower with a light beige shower curtain that you could easily see through. No windows in the bathroom either.

Once I finished unpacking all my belongings under the vigilant eyes of her bodyguards, she returned and cleared her throat:

"You are now my slave. You are to do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. Understood?" she said clearly.

She slapped me. Hard.

"Understood??" she said once more.

"Y-yes, ma'am," I stuttered.

"Rule #1: You will always address me as either 'ma'am' or as 'Ms.' Rule #2: You will always answer, when addressed. Understood?" she said in a firm tone.

"Yes."

"Yes, ma'am," she said, shooting me daggers with her dark eyes.

"Yes, ma'am," I repeated.

"That's better. Now, today, I have no work for you so just rest but be prepared for tomorrow. And don't even think about trying to escape. Understood?" she asked once more.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good," she said as she turned swiftly and exited the room, followed by her bodyguards. I heard the door lock as soon as it closed. I just sat down on my bed, let out a deep sigh, and nervously awaited the following day.