Sold

Prologue

I kept my eyes closed to block out the sun. The park bench was unbelievably uncomfortable. I could feel the presence of someone standing over me. I opened my eyes and saw a fairly attractive guy around the age of 18.

"Hi there," he smiled at me.

"Um, hi. I'm sorry. Did you want to sit down?" I asked as I sat up quickly.

"No. I'm fine. I just wanted to see if you were okay. "

"I'm fine."

"Do you need a place to stay? I have an extra room you could stay at my place."

"I wouldn't want to be a annoyance to you."

"Really. It's no problem. I have food if your hungry." He kept trying to convince me. Maybe he's just trying to be nice, but I don't even know his name. Somehow he convinced me to go with him. He opened the door letting me into his car.

"What's your name?" He asked me.

"Leah," I replied.

"I'm Cameron," he smiled. We later pulled up to a gated mini mansion. "Welcome."

"You have a nice home," I complemented.

"We," he corrected.

We walked into the house and two pit bulls came running to me. They barked at me not knowing who I was.

"Rocko! Princess! No barking!" Cameron yelled sternly. The dogs immediately stopped and sniffed me up and down. After sniffing me they ran back into a diffrent room. "I'm sorry. They're just here to protect my house. Do you want me to show to to your room?"

"Yes please," I said politely. He took me up the flight of stairs into a big room.

"You'll be staying here. You have your own bathroom, closet, bed, and dressers." He was making me feel really welcomed. "Go ahead and take a shower. There are some towels in the closet." He said before leaving the room. I quickly washed my hair and body. After getting dressed in some clothes I found laid for me on my bed I walked out of my room.

"Cameron?" I somewhat shouted.

"In the kitchen!" He shouted back. I skipped down the stairs and saw him cutting up a watermelon. "Feel free to get whatever you want from the kitchen." He told me. I grabbed a piece of watermelon and tried my best to make sure it didn't drip on my clothes. "You look good in that," he complemented. I looked down at my high waisted skinny jeans and loose tank top with sk8 hi vans.

"Thank you," I smiled continuing to eat my watermelon.

Later on he took me to the mall. He paid for all my clothes and shoes. I thought he was actually a nice guy.

After a while he started to feel like a boyfriend figure. He was five years older but I didn't care. A couple months later he started treating me differently. It's like I wasn't his girlfriend anymore. He started bringing guys of all ages over to his house. I didn't think it was bad, until he practically sold me. Men would pay to come over and force me to have sexual intercourse with them.

He never allowed me to go back to school, nor leave the house. I wasn't allowed a phone or any other type of technology. Little did I know, I was part of the human trafficking system.

A/N

Hey. This is a story I came up with while I listened to the BBC Radio. They were talking about human trafficking and I think it should be taken seriously. So I decided to make a story about it. I hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading.