As I said, I would be abused for what I did. What I thought was I'd be hit and stuff, but no. I was handcuffed to a door handle and barely fed. I would be r@ped every day, every hour, maybe every minute. For a month. Jax said it was a punishment but I say he just liked to see me struggle. FINALLY after that long month, I was released. I had to go to work. I am by FAR the youngest girl to work there. I work at the bar for half the time, and I do lap-dances, pole dances, and 1 night stands, for the other half. A lot of the men there are like 30 and they pay a lot of money to have 1 Night Stands with me. There was this old man, maybe 40 years, who asked me to get him 2 beers. So I ran and got them. He said he couldn't finish them both, so he forced me to sit in his chair and make out with him while drinking one. I did. Annie, the poler (as we call her), came over. She smirks and takes out a phone. The man lifts me onto his lap and starts kissing my neck. He puts his hand up my shirt. I can't stop moving my body, it feels good. He stands up with me holding onto him, and walks over to the beds. I shut the curtains. He is stripping me down to nothing. He is also in his Birthday Suit. He lies down and I lay down on him. He kisses me, first on the forehead, next on the neck, then on the breasts. I smirk. He whispers, "You like that, Honey?" I nod. Our 'spots' touch. I moan. He bites my lip, gently. I notice his hand creeping towards my butt. "What's you're name, age, and address, babe?" He asks. "I'm Lexis Houstin, or Lexi, I'm 12, and I live at 5736, Goodtown RD, apartment number 51. I live with Jackson Harrioy." I say. Our eyes meet. "Do you like hunting, Lexi?" he asks. I nod. "Good." He says. We roll over so he's on top of me. "Wait... Is this R@pe?" I ask nervously. "It's not R@pe if you like it." He replies. I moan. He pulls a needle out of his jeans, which are next to us. "Don't worry, babe, this won't hurt a bit." He whispers. He kisses me, then injects me with the needle. I get drowsy.
