What My Life Will Become

Chapter One

You know that feeling when you know something isn't right? That's the feeling I got right before I was kidnaped. This was two years ago, at least that's what I think. I have no idea how long I've been in this shit hole. All I know is that I was 14 when I was kidnaped, and that I was being held in the human trafficking system. This was my third time being sold. The first  person that bought me was a younger man that was probably in his mid-twenties. This first man took my virginity when I was 14.

I was sold to the second man a couple months later. The second man was probably in his mid-forties and wasn't having enough sex, so he decided to buy a 14 year old to pleasure himself. This man was even worst than the first. The first was the most painful but the second was always on me. Whenever he was home he was inside of me, and he liked to see me in as much pain as possible. Now a year and a half later I was finally being taken out of that hell.

I was currently with my most recent trafficker. The second guy had just returned me to him and had given him all the money he owed him for my 'work'. Now was the time when I would be handed to another trafficker or my current trafficker would 'rent' me to someone else. When I was first brought into the system traffickers could sell me for a lot because young, and they needed young people for all the creeps that liked that. Now that I was older I wasn't getting sold or 'rented' for that much anymore, so traffickers wanted to get rid of me. All traffickers wanted was the money that came from your body.

The first thing that you needed to get through your head when you're forced into this business is that nobody's going to help you. Nobody wants to deal with a broken girl or boy. The second thing you have to understand is that people only care about you when they're horny, for them that's the only reason you're alive- to satisfy them. There's nothing you can do that will stop them from getting what they want. If they want to rape you while you scream for help they will. After all we're just dirty whores. Dirty whores who they can manipulate all they want. Dirty whores that can do whatever they want to you or your family.

I guess you could call this a farmers market for sex traffickers and clients. This 'Farmer Market' was taking place in an abandoned warehouse, these things can be held practically anywhere as long as the cops couldn't, wouldn't, or chose not to acknowledge it. Right now people looking for their new slave or money maker, looking for their new victim.. They were looking at all the people like me. I watched as young and old men milled around looking at us, some stopped to talk to people's traffickers others just continued to watch.     

A younger guy who looked about 21 walked up to me and my trafficker. My trafficker tensed up when he came over, he had to make sure that nobody did anything with me until I was 'rented' or bought. The man stared at me for a couple more seconds until he looked up at my trafficker.

"How much for her" he asked nodding towards me.

"50 per day for rent and 2,000 for purchase" my trafficker said.

The man turned and looked at me. He nodded, looking satisfied.

"I'll buy her" he said.

My trafficker nodded pulling me up roughly. My new 'owner' pulled me out of my trafficker's hands.

"Thank's for the business" my trafficker said. My owner didn't spare him a last glance as we left the building. 

"What's your name" he said gruffly

"Lilja" That's the last thing I said before I was knocked out.