I Was Bought by the Gods

               So yuppp this is my new story....^_^ after reading something about poor girls in India being bought and sold as slaves at a young age I thought I would write something about it......it makes me want to cry just reading about it :( I wanted to study it so the story would come out better or something but I just can't....but I did force myself to keep reading... T ,T those poor girls.....makes you kind of happy to have the life you have huh? If you think your life sucks well it's nothing next to those poor girls and they're stories......I also had a very hard time with the categories for this story....> .< but yes it is a romance book.....I promise it'll seem as it soon but I want to kind of show what this girl in the story has gone through.....

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                 My name is Amala, meaning clean or pure. I was sold into prostitution at a young age because my family needed the money. I am 9 years old at this point and was sold at the age of 6, I was raised to please men. I can hardly remember my old life or even my own mothers face. But what I do remember is that we were very poor and my mother was forced to just stand there and watch as they dragged my younger sisters and I away to start our new life as prostitutes. My sisters were sold to who knows where to who knows who a long time ago. Because I am still a virgin my price is to high for any normal man or woman, I thank god for that. Everyday I lay there, in my dark closet size room waiting for someone to come and take me away. The windows are closed and locked making the room very dark, I haven't walked in years. I'm chained to the bed and to scared to move.....

        I felt a tear run down my cheek. Is this how my life will end? Waiting for someone to buy me?

All I know is where ever I may be my mother once called it a brothel, that is she the last time I saw her. I live in West Bengal, I haven't been outside in years......I might go crazy soon if this keeps up. Well it's not that bad....I guess.....in the afternoon a girl comes and feeds me what seems like the worse, smelly, nasty.......I can't put it into words how...well bad it taste like. With no fat or meat in it at all because if we get bigger we can't eat for months til we have lost the weight. I curled up, hugging my legs to me as I tried to block out the sounds of lust and pain in the air. The door opened up, letting the sun shine through on my face, I closed my eyes. The woman who comes and feeds me like always sat down on the old used up mattress, feeling my up my weak body. As always she rapes me first then feeds me, I lay there and take it all if I don't she beats me til my skull starts to bleed. After she gets her way with me and has done her job she gets to leave.

Another tear rolls down my eyes. When will this all end? I forced my body to sit up and crawl all the way to the food bowl laying on the cold dirty floor. I eat from it like the dog everyone seems to tell me I am. They also say that I should be happy and am very lucky to still be pure and untouched, I guess that's why I have this name. But......I don't feel pure...not one bit. I'll always be some whore to everyone.

But today this day seems different some how, I can't put it into words. As I was putting my ripped dress back on the door opened again, shocking me. This never happened before, by that I mean someone coming to visit me. A tall curvy woman with long black hair showed up, two strong men were by her sides. She stared at me for a moment but then walked closer. My body was shaking from fear. Maybe they've come to sell me?

She leaned down to eye level, picked up my chin. She saw the fear in my eyes which made her smirk. "This one will do" was all she said before getting up and turning around. The two big men that weren't fat grabbed me by the arms. I tried to break free of their hold but it was no use. "Let me go!!" I screamed. One man covered my mouth with his hands, stopping my screams. What's going on? They threw me into a brown bag with holes in it. During all this one thought hit me, "if they kill me then this will all end." Maybe death wouldn't be that bad after all....