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MARCH 22, 2017

I feel my surroundings move like I am back in the car. Did I fall asleep? When did we get back on the road? Sitting up off of the ground was harder than I thought it would be. But then again I don't remember being on the ground, or my hands and feet being tied up. 

"What the hell" I tried to talk but it came out more like a muffled sound. My vision still blurred my surroundings but my brain started to connect the dots that I was not with my family. Trying to shuffle to the left my restraints seemed to tighten their hold around my tender wrists and ankles. "Ahh!" sucking in a deep breath I moved back to my original seat to see if the restraints would loosen their hold. 

"Good morning princess. How are you feeling today?" Panic sunk into my stomach. I am definitely not with my family anymore. Holy fuck where am I?! My use of smell was no help either as it seemed to disappear on me. How the hell does that happen. Finally, my eyes started to focus on the interior of the mysterious vehicle I was in. Eyeing anything that could help me or be used as a weapon. "Look at the pretty little girl. She might make us some money."

"Or she could be fun for our own."

Looking at the men there were three of them. All tall, bulky, dark features, one had a scar on his face, but besides that looked like everyday men. Not your typical kidnapper look. They looked normal, surprisingly. 

I tried backing away from the men but the restraints cut deeper into my skin. "Ahhh! get away from me!" It came out muffled due to the tape, but I think they got the point of what I was trying to say. It was obvious that they did when one of them got up and walked towards me with a smirk on his face. 

"Look's like she has some fight in her. Isn't that cute." Their laughs will forever be scarred in my mind. He stalked closer to me and my fight or flight kicked in. Kicking and screaming I ignored the pain of the restraints digging into my skin. "We have a rare one. Spunky is what I'll call you." The closer he got the more potent the smell of weed and alcohol became. "Spunky you're going to be fun. You truly are a beautiful girl, with a nice body, and I bet a damn tight pussy." Quivering in pain and fear I look anywhere but the man. If he wanted bravery I would give him the opposite. I feel sweat dripping down my wrists and ankles. The back of the van begins to spin around me and the voices fade in and out. Looking at my wrists and ankles I realize that it wasn't sweat that was dripping down. It was blood. 

"Damn it Spunky. Look at what you did! Your god damn price just went down, and I am about to make it go down even more. This is what you get for disobeying me, and causing so much fucking hassle." I hear the sound of a belt clip coming undone and pants being dropped to the ground. No. Please god no. Fear strikes me in the core as feel him rub himself against me. Bile makes its way up my throat. This is not how my life is supposed to go. "Look at you all tied up the perfect fantasy. I bet you're wet for me you little whore." The men all laughed at me. "You better get used to this because this is what your life will be for the rest of time." He sat down in front of me with his legs spread wide open and a hard dick. Hands took my head and forced me to look at the pantless man in front of me. He started jerking himself off staring right into my eyes. "Take her shirt off." A rip sounded through the car as not only my shirt but bra were ripped from my body. His sounds intensified when he looked at me. I couldn't take it anymore I threw up as tears streamed down my face and bile leaked out of my mouth gag. The noise of him and his pants became even louder before I felt it. He fucking spread his cum on my face and bare chest. More bile made its way up. By the end, I am sure there was nothing left in my stomach.

Humiliating

Dehumanizing

helpless

I wish I was dead. 

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I am not sure what month or day it is anymore. These people have been driving countless hours a day only making stops when they need to eat, sleep, or go to the bathroom. I haven't stood up in three days. All I do is sit here in my own feces chained to the wall like an animal. No even animals get better treatment than this. We drive around to new locations every week and they sell me off to make some money like a prostitute. They order a motel room chain me up inside, let the person in, leave once they have the money in their hands, and pick me up once it is over.

 My attempts at escape have not been successful in the slightest. Anytime I try it seems like they are a step ahead of me. "You worthless little whore. We told you what would happen if you tried yet you still do. It's like you get off on these punishments."

"Do you enjoy when we fuck you rough? Is that why you make these lazy excuses of escape?" No one cared about the condition I was in when I was used for profit. People seemed to get off on it the more injured I was. That is why I sit here skin and bone with purple, blue, and green dancing across my skin as red slashes litter around me. Sometimes I think that they will beat me just enough that I won't wake up when they finish, but they know the limit of my body. I always seem to wake up. It is a nightmare on repeat. 

The van came to a screeching halt as my body flew against the metal wall behind me, "You motherfucker! Where did you learn to fucking drive that piece of shit excuse for a fucking car!" 

"God damn it! We need to stop." I brace my hands next to me to try and sit up again but my attempts were no good. Feeling around me to the best I could there was a sharp object to my right. Sliding it under my body I hoped I could use it for something if anything at all. "Park at the gas station up here. There are no visible cameras and the store clerk looks like he's asleep." 

"Fuck off I know where to stop and where to avoid dipshit."

"Fucking say that one more time and your dick is going to be cut off and used as a dildo." The argument went on, but I paid no mind. This was a daily occurrence with these people. All the testosterone makes me sick. The car was parked from what I can tell in a dark corner of the lot with not a lot of visibility to the road. 

As they left the van they were still in a heated argument the third one seemed to join in for some reason. But something was off. There was not that familiar click of the lock that I usually hear. Did they really leave the car unlocked? Testing my luck I remember the object that I was sitting on. Maybe I could use it to get out of the chains? Trying to move my hands I couldn't reach the lock that clasped around my wrists. "Damn it!" Tears of frustration poured down my face. I really am a worthless whore. Can't even save myself when I was given an opportunity. Trying one last time there was a euphoric click that sounded around and a cool breeze swept past my left wrist. No way. Quickly I tried to do the same with my right wrist and ankles and by the luck of god was successful. 

"run" A soft whisper sang in my head. "Run." it was there again. I looked around to see if there was anyone near me. "RUN!" Now is my chance. The only chance I may ever get. Standing up I felt like a newborn horse trying to find my balance and strength to let alone walk. Taking that first step sent a course of adrenaline through my veins. 

"Run," I said out loud as I opened the door and peered around to find no one in sight. Once my feet hit the pavement I ran as fast as I could towards the road. Looking left and then right. To my left was a road that went on for a while and off in the distance was a city, to my right was a road that leads to some houses. I don't know which would be better for me, but my option to my right was shorter and I was running out of time before they came back out and realized I was gone. So I went to the left. Maybe they will let me use a phone and I could call the police, or what if the people just gave me back to the men. 

Walking up to the first house my heart began to race from nerves. Bile started to come up my throat as I reached out to knock on the door. As soon as my knuckles touched the foggy glass of the door my energy depleted and the world began to spin around me. "May I help you?" Before my body hit the ground I saw a guy answer the door. Before I gave up conscious I heard a shout. "Fuck are you okay?"

Instant regret fills me. 

I just passed out on a stranger's front porch leaving myself defenseless and volnerable.