Sold for A Thousand dollars!(Completed)

Chapter 7: "dad?"

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Marianna

The two guards carried me out of the room as I balled my eyes out, clutching and unclenching my fists at my sides.

He took the one thing that I fully owned. My innocence.

My virginity.

And I let him.

As soon as we reached my room, the guards drop me on my bed and without so much as a glance my way, they walk out, slamming the door shut behind them.

The click that followed confirmed to me that they had locked the door.

Wiping my tears, I close my eyes and attempt to regain my composure but fail when a choked sob escapes my throat.

My eyes snap open and I look down at my ruined dress that was now drenched in blood.

My blood.

I was disgusted.

With myself.

I let him do that to me. I could have tried harder. I would have rather he beat me to death than he do to me what he did.

I'm such a disgrace.

I'm so filthy.

I attempt to stand on my two feet but collapse when I find myself incapable of carrying my own weight. I attempt to stand up again whilst pushing my weight against the bed rest.

It worked, but I nonetheless felt incredible pain coming from in-between my thighs. I half shuffled, half crawled towards the bathroom and once in I took off my dress and pushed myself into the tub. Letting the warm water fill the tub, I cradled my knees whilst wrapping my arms around them and hiding my face.

I attempt to muffle the sounds of me crying by covering my mouth with my hand but it backfires because it only makes me want to cry more.

I am trapped.

Here with that monster.

Alone.

I abruptly begin scrubbing at my soft skin, attempting to wash the filth away. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn't wash away the feeling of filth.

**//**

After my not so pleasant shower, I put on my ex's sweatshirt with some booty shorts before slipping into bed.

Where I stayed all day.

Crying, thinking...beating myself up.

But at some point.

I'm not quite sure when, I dozed off to sleep.

**//**

"Marianna" I hear someone abruptly whisper

I slightly shuffle in my sleep but ignore it.

"Marianna, wake up. We gotta move, now"

My eyes abruptly snap open and I sit up, in alert.

Standing a few inches to my left was a man in military wear, a gun in hand and staring right back at me.

My eyes widen.

"Who are you?" I whisper

"We're here to help you. You're father, he told us everything" The man says

I jump up in content and hug the man, wet tears staining my cheeks.

"Thank-you so much" I cry

"Let's go. We don't have much time"