Guardian Angel

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Kassandra

"Are you ready to ship them off?"
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"Well we gotta move , 12 on our asses."
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"Fuck you mean?! I'm bringing them out. If you ain't here in five minutes that's yo ass."
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"Yeah ight nigga."

I listened in on the entire conversation from inside the box they were holding me in. I was used to this by now so it was nothing new.

I was 11 when my innocence was taken away from me. I had the typical druggie single mama from the ghetto who sold my body for a quick fix. She didn't think twice about handing me over to drug lord child molesters for $10. I will never forget hearing the words come from her mouth. "I'll give her to you for $9 , no no no......10."

Now, I don't even know my exact age. I try to calculate but its hard because even when I was at home I didn't go to school. I went my whole childhood with no education, none but a dictionary.

All I know is that I've been taken for 2,920 some days. Yes I keep count because I've never lost hope of getting out of wherever I am.

I shifted sideways in the wooden box before feeling movement. Next thing I know the box was being thrown, rocked, tipped, and everything else. I held onto my head tightly to protect myself as I got thrown around. I held back my tears wanting to stay strong for myself, but failed miserably. On the outside I heard metal clinking. The truck.

It was time to be shipped again. I prayed to whoever it was that I'd soon see the light of day again. Light called, but the darkness I was in refused to answer.

*

I woke myself when I felt the truck stop. The metal started clinking again so I knew we'd arrived at our destination. My box was picked up and dropped a couple minutes later. When one of the creepy ass men opened the box I looked around seeing the familiar dungeon place.

I was pulled out by my hair along with 10 other girls waiting for the all so frequent announcment.

"Ight little bitches, its pay day for us and fuck day for y'all. I want you all to get washed up and do something to them nappy ass heads of y'all. Each of y'all got ten minutes and not a second over." After the fat guy with the beards annual speech, the other men threw soap and rags at us and shoved us to the wide open showers.

The cold water leaked down on us before we got the chance to rid of our old clothes. I slowly peeled them off and closed my eyes tightly stopping the water from leaking in my eyes. My heart jumped out of my chest when I heard a loud scream and lots of commotion.

I opened eyes to see the girl beside me getting beat with belts and stomped on. She got her period. That's what happens when we get them. We get beaten to a pulp. The men claimed we took away from profit when they couldn't properly sell our bodies due to our periods.

"Stop! Please , I'm sorry!" She cried out loudly. It broke my heart knowing I couldn't do anything to help.

*

August Alsina

"You there yet kid?"

"Almost. What exactly am I doing?"

"You're saving women who we've been trying to save for many years. If you can't save them all, save the one that stands out to you."

"Okay. Ima try my best. I got the money you left too."

"Any money you don't spend on the women you keep for yourself. Now I got another case to handle so I'll see you soon."

"Ight."

*

Kassandra K. Kennedy

After the showers and getting dressed we all stood lined up. I stood shaking from being cold and terrified. Terrified because two girls had already been raped in front of ours eyes. If you weren't bought, you were raped in front of the rest of the girls and workers. Men could pay for either. Most of them just raped us and went on with their lives. Us girls were nothing but dummy dolls to the world we were faced with.

We were now waiting for other buyers to come. The loud sounds of a door opening sounded. That was signal for us meaning that a buyer was here. It was a couple of minutes before someone appeared.

A tall, skinny but buff, lightskin dude came walking around the corner. He didn't look like everyone else who came. The others gave off a creep vibe and looked dirty. I didn't get that vibe around him. He was clean too. Maybe rich if you asked me. Different was the word for him.

"What you looking for today?" Our master asked him getting straight to the point. All he cared about was money.

"All da girls I ca' buy."

"We only offer two at the most. You can rape one here and now then leave her and take the other. If you only take one you can do whatever you please."

"I'a take one den."

"Take your pick."

Even though he didn't seem to be like the others, I prayed he wouldn't pick me. I didnt know which was worse, being in here getting raped time to time or being a live in sex slave. I was shaking still even more scared. Tears came to my eyes like always as I dropped my head and put my hands together in a praying form. This was what I did for each line up. Pray.

It never worked but I did it still for hope. That's one thing my crack head mama did teach me. Prayer was key in life. I always thought it would work in my favor but my thoughts were wrong so far.

*

August Alsina
When the sick nigga in front of me told me to take my pick I looked around at all these hurt and battered females.

My nigga, Paul, a detective who been working on this case for years and asked for my help so here I was. For years, girls were sold illegally and that shit was messed up in my eyes.

I could only take two of the women but decided on one realizing I'd have to rape the other. I wasnt down with that shit cause I'a be damned if a nigga even thought about touching one of the women in my family.

I took Paul advice choosing one who stood out to me. Looking over them, one caught a nigga eye. She was shaking like she had ta piss, but what I really caught on to was da fact dat she was prayin'. She seemed ta be a believa in God an' I was convinced dat she needed saving da most.

Aside from her praying, her skin stood out to me. It was a mix of a nice pale color and pretty brown. I had seen people like her on tv and far away but never this close. I found it unique how someone could be like that. It was a nice element to live with in my opinion.

"I want ha'."

"You sure?"

"Of cau'se."

"10."

"10G? I ca' do dat." I threw dude da bag'a money and grabbed da girl. After a bit mo' conversation I was on my way wit' ha.

When I put ha in da car she was in hysterics still. I felt bad fa ha. I couldn't calm ha down yet cause I had ta move fast. I made sho my seatbelt was on, started da car, and drove up out da parking lot faster den a nigga runnin' from 12. Halfway down da highway I called Paul back.

I informed him on what went down an' was on my way ta meet him at my place so he could talk ta da girl, who was still in da backseat cryin' like a luh baybeh. God help me.

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Kassandra will be portrayed by Winnie Harlow so when you hear talk about her skin in the book y'all will understand. Leave feedback .