' Sit! ' He orders me. I sit. He puts a hat on my head and orders me to turn around. He does this often. I am his doll. He is my master. If he tells me to do something I do it. There is no questioning it. It has been this way for as long as I can remember. Parents. Loving mother. Loving father. Those words are foreign to me. I know for a fact that when I was little he took me away from my loving parents and hid me away for himself. He tells me often about it. He flaunts it in my face. I wish I could find them. Be with them again. Apparently though, it is not to be. I am to be with him till he tires of me.
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The Little Girl
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