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~~ 3 years later ~~

I pulled my shirt over my head as the stranger left my room. I didn't like doing this 20 times a day. It made me feel dirty, uncomfortable, and like a slut even though I was forced into doing this. I laid on my bed wishing I could go back to three years earlier.

"Leah!" Cameron yelled from downstairs. I took in a deep breath and went downstairs. "Leah!" He called again.

"I'm coming! Shit. Calm your tits!" I yelled angrily. Once I reached the bottom of the stairs where he stood, I suddenly heard a loud slap and a sharp pain in my cheek. I held my cheek already used to the pain after all these years.

"Don't talk to me like that. Remember, you're just a toy!" He scolded at me.

"What do you want anyway?" I spat.

"No dinner today."

"What!? Why!?"

"He was not satisfied. You need to satisfy my customers."

"I don't care about your customers."

"You've  been lacking these past couple weeks. What's going on?"

"Like you care." I chuckled

"I run the biggest drug and human trafficking company in the world. I'm wanted in 45 states, Canada, and Pakistan wants me dead or alive. I'm better than El Chapo. I'd like to keep my fantastic record going, hun. " he bragged like it was a good thing.

"Then why don't you just fire me, or even better, kill me. I'd rather be dead than do this ever again."

"You're the prettiest out of all my girls. That's a compliment." He winked.

"Eat shit," I rolled my eyes.

"C'mon baby girl. Tell me and I'll fix it. I'm the richest man in the world. I can fix anything." He smirked.

"I want to go to school."

"What?"

"School. I want to go to school."

"Why? When I was your age I hated school. I even got held back twice for skipping too many days. That's why I became a drug dealer. Why don't you just join drug dealing with me?"

"Cameron! No! I don't want to just be a pretty face. If I'm going to be part of your stupid group then I want to know something above what I learned in 7th grade when you dragged me in here!"

"Fine! I'll get you a private tutor." He groaned.

"Its not the same! I want to have my high school experience! I'm 16 for crying out loud!"

"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up, okay!? I'll have to think about it. Just go to your room," he yelled stressfully. I went back to my room and hoped he would enroll me into a high school.

Later that night I felt my stomach growl. All I had eaten that day was a slice of pizza we had left over. It may seem like I have it hard, but I'm one of the lucky ones. I'm the only girl who actually gets to live with him. Supposedly I'm his favorite because all the other girls are in a secret hide away in the middle of nowhere.

I went upstairs to my room and took a shower. When I finished I got dressed in joggers and a cropped tee. I laid in my bed and turned on the tv.

"Exactly 1 years ago, 17 year old Emily Gonzalez ran away from home and was never found again. " the lady on the news said. I rolled my eyes and turned off the tv. I hate the News all they talk about is depressing shit.

After a few hours of reading i heard Cameron call my name from downstairs. I slowly made my way downstairs just to tick him off. I walked into the kitchen where he was standing. I leaned over, rested my elbow on the isle, and rested my chin on my hand.

"What do you want to wear to your new school?" He smirked.

"No. Wait. Are you fucking with me?" I said giving him a straight face.

"I have to buy you new clothes for your new school. If you don't want anything then fine. I won't get you anything."

"No! I'll get shit damn! I'll look at some stuff on tumblr and tell you what I want."

The only good thing about being kidnapped buy a rich asshole is that he spoils me rotten when it comes to clothes and makeup.

"Anything for you princess," he winked.

I rolled my eyes as I walked up the stairs. I got onto my Apple Laptop. I can only go on certain things. Somehow Cameron's men hacked the system so I can only go on a few things. If i break the privileges I was given then I'll have to face "serious consequences". Which is most likely death, but honestly anything is better than this.

After half an hour of taking screenshots I finally went back downstairs to tell Cameron. I showed him my phone. He smiled at some but made disgusted faces at others.

"Send the ones I didn't delete, to me," he said giving me back my phone.

"Who else would I send it to? You hacked my phone to only allow me to talk to you and be on tumblr." I rolled my eyes as I sent him the pictures.

Cameron's phone dung in his pocket. He smiled knowing he got the messages.

"You should have these clothes by tomorrow. You start school Monday."

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