if CP's had daughters

suicide saedy

I wiggle in my chains trying to loosen them. "What do you think you're doing slut?!" My head shoots up.

'No! Not again please not again!' I scoot myself into a corner and tears threaten to fall. "Please not again, please just let me go. I'm not even that pretty." As i plead the tears make their journey down my face to land on my lap.

"Your plenty pretty, now get over here we have a customer coming over and i want you to look presentable." As he says this he yanks me out the door by my hair and into another room. "Wash yourself and be quick." He left me in the room alone with a steaming bath.

I strip out of the little clothes i had and stepped into the water, it felt nice warm and welcoming. As i washed myself the water turned a light brown. I've been here for over a year, lots of girls come but most leave in either a body bag or with a new master. Some have come looked at me but don't take me, the police try to find where i was taken but no luck. I've been moved around so much it's amazing i'm not dead. I climb out of the water and rinse off, i walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel.

" 'Bout time." He said ripping the towel off and rubbing me dry, if he weren't so ruff i'd say it was like a brotherly gesture. After drying me he wound up my hair into a messy bun and handed me an outfit. "Put it on." It was a dress with netting and lace but no underwear, i put it on and he go's behind me and rubs my crotch with his leather like fingers. I mone out of habit so he doesn't punish me, but he takes it the wrong way.

Before the customer comes i end up raped again. There's a knock on the door, i'm in the kitchen at the time so i grab a knife and hide it in the sleeve of my dress. My captor comes in and grabs a tray and ushers me into the sitting area i'm set in front of three boys no older than eighteen. The left has green eyes and brown hair with a yellow jacket, the boy on the left has blue eyes and black hair with a orange hoodie the boy in the arm chair has brown hair and puppy dog brown eyes with a tan sweater. I sit and stare at my hands in my lap.

" what happened to the happy little girl in this photo?" I glance up ever so slightly, the boy with the yellow jacket holds out a photo of a five year old girl. It's me i would recognize the hair and eyes anywhere, my mother was in the picture with me a man with us that day. Mama told me he was my father he was wearing a suit that day, i took the photo from the boy and inspected it closer.

"That girl?"the boy noded. "She died the night she lost everything." I set the photo on the table and slid it over to the boys.

"Th-that can't be t-true. Can it?" It was the boy in the orange hoodie.

I stand. " if you'll excuse me i'd like to retire to my room."

Before i could get very far my arm was grabbed. "You aren't going to your room unless these boys don't want you. Now sit back down."

"That's it!" I rip my arm from his hand. "I'm sick and tired of you treating us girls like we're nothing but articles of clothing that you can treat any way you want-!" As the words left my mouth i was backhanded across the room, i hit the wall with a sickening thud.

"That'll teach you to talk like that to me." As he said that he turned to apologies to the boyes.

The one in the tan sweater can over to help me up. "Y-you ok?" True concern laced his voice, i try to speak but cry out in pain instead as i try to walk. "Tim, brien you guys pay him i'll put her in the car." As the boy said this he picks me up bridal style and carried me out of the house, he set me in the car just as the other boys came out of the house all bloody and battered. "Y-you guys o-ok?" Asked the first boy.

"Ya, were fine.just get us out of here before master started to think we failed and sends the others." With that the one in the hoodie claimed the front seat, and the one in the jacket sat in the back with me. "How are you holding up?" He asked i look away and brace myself, not wanting to talk at the moment.