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The first and only pictures I have ever seen of myself, have been the pictures that were slammed on a table in front of me in a room with no windows. A man being rough with me, grabbing my neck and digging his nails into my skin. But I didn't know what was going on. I never did. It's always been like this I guess. Running around, being a pet, wearing things I didn't like, being forced around. Ever since I was a small child, ever since that day.

Hello, my name is James Quo. I am 20 years old, living in Seoul, Korea. In an old apartment building. With a man way older than me.

Its hard not to try and escape, with all that happens every single day. All the damage that is done. Oh look, it's happening again. The door slamming.

"WHERE ARE YOU MUTT!" I pop my head around the corner from the hall way.

The man that yelled for me grins evilly, and now I wish I had escaped when I had the chance.

"Come here and suck this for me." he undoes his belt and pulls out his dick.

I'm use to this behavior from him by now. But I do what he says, not like I have much choice but it doesn't matter. Two hours later i'm staring down at him, he sleeps next to me in this queen sized bed. I can feel the bruises starting to form, and the marks from the restraints that were on my wrists. I feel dirty once again, but when do I ever not feel this way? Never. I'm always feeling like this.

I don't remember much from my young childhood, maybe my mothers smile is the only thing I remember. When I turned eight things changed, but I still don't remember how or why. Suddenly my father was taking pictures of me all of a sudden, he never did that. He would smile when a good one would come out, he would laugh and compliment me then smack me. I never understood that man. Then again I don't understand the man lying next to me. In any case, about a month or two after my father took the pictures. I was doing some cleaning, there was a nock at the door and father ran to get it smiling widely. There was a strange, tall man at the door. Father invited the man in, and ordered me to get him a drink.

I quickly did what I was told and when I came back I saw the man give father a giant wad of cash. It looked to be about $700, maybe $900. It was a lot. I was shooed away and after another hour, father said the man was leaving. I never questioned father on anyone who he let into the house, he said it wasn't my place. So when later that night father packed a bag full of my clothing, and made me get up and get in his dirty, old car I didn't question it. Father drove to a remote part of town, to an area like this one. We met the man Father had met earlier in the day. Threw him my bag and forced me out of the car. The man grabbed my arm, not letting me have the chance to run.

He took me in the apartment that he lived at in that point of time and there I lived for five years. The time I saw the pictures father took of me were the day after. The man slammed them on the 'kitchen' table and told me these were the pictures he saw that made him want me. He said he'd wait until I was old enough and until then i'd be alright, still a slave but alright. Five years later and we moved to this current apartment. When I turned 13, that is when true hell started. For everyday within two weeks after my birthday we had sex. He would tie me down and force me. Within the first few weeks of me surviving with the man I had grown to known him by 'master' 'sir' or 'Daddy'. I refuse to use the last one and he knows it, so he respects me on that and never says to call him that. I don't really know his real name.

All I know is his first name, not the whole thing. Its Venn, he's now 42, but when he bought me he was 29. I know creepy right? But I couldn't decide that. I'm never allowed out of the house unless he's with me and even then it's rare. I'm just waiting for the day i'll be free. For now, I guess this is all i'll even have to deal with.