Sold to Iggy Azalea

3. I'm So Fucked, You Already Know

I was woken up by loud knocking on the door.

"Get the fuck up! Now," shouted Iggy through my door.

I sat up and sighed. I rubbed me eyes and glanced at the clock sitting on the nightstand next to my bed. 5:00 a.m. Sharp.

As I began to stand up, I heard the door unlock and in came swooping Iggy. She stopped right in front of me, so close that when she spoke, I could feel her breath on my face: "You have half an hour to get ready. Make your bed nice and neat, shower, then bring your dirty clothes upstairs into the laundry room and do all the laundry. Then, once you do that, you can eat. But only one piece of toast and a small glass of water. Nothing more. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She exited the room as i began to find clothes to wear for the day. Then, I did everything she said: I showered, did the laundry, and began to eat breakfast. I considered sneaking some snack into my room but she and her bodyguards kept their eyes on me like a hawk so I decided not to take the chance and suffer through the hunger that was gnawing away at me. I was exhausted.

Once I finished eating, Iggy ordered me to clean all the dishes in the sink, to make them spotless, to make them shine. I picked up my now empty glass of water and began to carry it over to the sink but I dropped it onto the cold, white tiles that were her kitchen floor.

The glass shattered into thousands of tiny pieces all over the kitchen floor.

"You fucking idiot!" Iggy snapped.

The next thing I knew, she pushed me onto the floor. I felt a few pieces of glass dig into my skin. None of the shards of glass were large enough to do any serious damage, but it still hurt.

Then, I felt the tip of one of Iggy's black heels hit me in the stomach. Her forceful kick completely knocked the wind out of me but still, she wasn't finished. She continued to kick me in the abdomen some more. And some more. And some more.

She kept on kick me for what felt like forever. When she finally ceased her assault, she grabbed a handful of my long brown hair and pulled me upwards. I attempted to pull away from her but her grip was just too strong. She looked me in the eyes and with complete contempt in her voice she said, "Don't you ever break anything of mine again or if you do, your punishment will be even worse than this one, understood?"

"Y-y-yes..."

Smack! She struck me across the face and repeated, "Understood??"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now clean all this up. There better not me any glass on my floor when you're finished. Then, once you've finished, Damien and Richard here," she said, gesturing towards her bodyguards, "will escort you back too your quarters. Understood."

"Yes, ma'am." I managed to murmur.

She went into the living room, sat on her sofa, and turned on the t.v., paying no more mind to me.

As I worked tediously to pick up each single shard of glass, one though kept racing through my mind over and over again: I had to escape, no matter what.