I sat in the room crying as I listened to the tv downstairs blaring. I wanted to be with Braden. I looked at my legs and saw all the new cuts, and felt so terrible. Ready To die.
"HEY!" I jumped at the loudness of the voice.
"WHERE THE HELL IS MY PHONE?! I FELL ASLEEP WITH IT IN MY HAND! I KNOW I DID! WHATD YOU DO WITH IT YOU LITTLE B1+CH?!" The monster screamed at me. I had used his phone. I tried to call Braden. I couldn't call the police because I didn't know the number. I called Braden literally 20 times, I left a message too, that said not to call this number back. But I returned it. Sort of. I put it on the floor under his hand, so it looked like he dropped it in his sleep. I also stole a beer everyday but he was always to drunk to notice.
"M-maybe, y-you d-d-d-dropped I-it?" I stuttered. I only stuttered when I was scared. Or nervous. Or super stressed. So always around him.
He ran downstairs but didn't come up, as he must've found the phone. I was glad he wasn't going to bother me anymore and I avoided a trip to the barn.
"GET DOWN HERE." He yelled.
I quietly ran down the stairs.
"I spilled beer in the kitchen. Clean it up." He said only really paying attention to his foot ball game.
I cleaned up the beer and told him I was finished. When he checked he saw a drop and immediately dragged me out to the barn.
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RomanceThis business kidnaps girls and sells them to perverts, creeps, or normal guys who just waned to try something new. They also take "donated girls" that's me. I've been bout and sold back. Then I'm bought by a guy who doesn't even know why he bought...
