Magcon's Toy

-4-

Ella

I was unpacking. Ugh! Here I am again! I'm a sex slave! I want nothing to do with it, but I was sold to them. Their my owners, masters, commanders, leaders. I'm just their slave, toy, property, belonging. A thing they use with no care of their feelings.

I felt a tear go down my face. I stare at the list of names. They said I had one day to settle in. It was 1:40pm.

Today was Tuesday. Tomorrow I had to pleasure Mr. Espinosa. I guess its not that bad.
I ran through the good things of being a sex slave to these boys.

They are good looking.

They haven't treated me bad, yet.

They are around my age. I think.

I didn't have much going on in my life.

I didn't know what to do with my life.

I never loved my home.

So far...maybe this could be a good thing...for once in my life. Obviously the sec part was something I wasn't prepared for.

"Hey Ella?" I heard someone yell down the hall.
"In here!" I yell back. I wiped my tears away and fixed my hair.

My door opened and there stood Matt. He came in and sat beside me on the bed. I didn't stare at him. My hair made a curtain to block my eyes from him but I could feel the bed dip.

"Hey Ella?" He asked. I took in a shaky breathe. He tucks my hair behind my ear. I look at him without moving my head.

"Ella, how are you feeling about...all of this?" He asked nervously. I look at him fully, pulling some hair out of my face. He looked very guilty.

He comes closer, placing his hand on my cheek.

"I guess this somehow is a bit better. I mean I was sold before and they treated me like shit. I was very surprised to see how you guys treated me. I never had a room this big! My living room was smaller than this. I mean you guys are nice, rich, treat me like a human being, and you're all around my age, right?" I asked. He puts his hand down and thinks for a moment.

"We're between 17 to 21. Cameron's the oldest. Nash is the youngest. I just wanted to know if you feel really uncomfortable?" He asked.

"Oh yeah, I feel really uncomfortable about all of this, but I can't really complain. Its great here. Better than my old home." I confessed. I had a smile on. A real one of course.

"Ella, if you really feel uncomfortable I can have the guys give you more time." Matt said softly.

"No its fine. I've done this before. I should be fine. Thanks Matt." I grinned, showing him that I'll be okay for now.

"Wait. You've done this before?" He asked. I guess I might as well tell him.

"Yeah I've done this before. Its a long boring ass story. I'm sure you wouldn't want to listen." I rambled, knowing he had no real interest in me.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't care. I have time." He replied. I smiled a little. Not a lot of people listen to me. I had to look back at him to see if he was kidding but he wasn't. His big brown eyes were watching me intently.

I started to tell him how I met my old owners and how it all went. He was so supportive and a good listener.
He kept comforting me when I got to some dark things like joe my last owners didn't even care when I had gotten pregnant a couple of times. They just gave me plan B afterwards and I felt like shit after that.

Another time they just completed forgot I existed and didn't even use me for a couple of weeks, meaning I barely ate, drank or saw the light of day.
Matt felt horrible and kept asking who these people were but I shook my head.
"I don't remember anymore. I don't even want to remember them anymore." I shuddered each time.

I ended up talking with him all night. Me and him got along so well.
We didn't just talk about my past we also talked about him. He told me where he was from, what he did to get famous, what magcon was and what vine was.

I guess I've been living under a rock for years or something. I never really got into those kinds of apps. I wasn't you're typical kid.

In high school I was the outcast, emo, rebel, smart ass kid. I've been called names and heard things and I've learned to push it aside and not worry about it.

I did however feel so relieved to tell someone about me without them teasing me or getting angry with me.

The night ended with me and Matt cuddling on my bed. It felt nice and I was happy he wasn't trying to make some sort of move.
He's a really nice friend.
I felt safe in his arms.

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I was really trying to add more thought into this chapter, I mean I was trying to make her not sound like she's got no morals or standards, ya know? I just didn't want her jumping right on board so quickly but I wanted to give her some time to think it.
She was an averages chick sold into sex trafficking in a way, so of course some people need to think.
Stay street✌🏼️