Mia
9:47pm.
I hate that it was almost 10 pm. I hate Fridays. I hate my room. Most of all, I hate my mother.
Every Friday was the same.
I take a bath at 8pm. Ate dinner and watch tv until 10. Then mother would rush me off to bed. By 11pm, my door was pushed open, the lit passage shedding light into my dark, quiet room.
A man walkes in as the door creaked shut. I don't know him. I never do when they came in and it didn't matter.
As he approached my bed, I would push the covers aside exposing my nakedness. It was automatic for me now as I pull myself to the edge of the bed, position my 17 year old body on all fours. I waited for his entry. No words and no conversation.
As he moan and grunt, the bed squeaked beneath us. His hands roamed my slender body as his breath blow short and hot on my neck. He reached for my breast, squeezed on the nipple hard as I winced. Then his long fingers search down further my clit; when he found it I began to move to the sexual notes he made.
'Yes baby. You like that?'.
His voice rough. I couldn't help myself, as a soft moan escape my lips. He moved his fingers faster, making circles on my little button and I could feel moisture running down my legs.
'Oh God, you so wet. Me can't hold it no longer', muttering to himself. I was too busy riding out the waves of pleasure, and then he stiffen, ramming himself deeper into me, cumming before I could.
He slipped out of me, removed the condom, dressed himself then left quietly like how he came in.
11:34pm
I freshened up in my makeshift bathroom and went back to bed, waiting for the next stranger to invade me.
For 2 years it's been like this and as my birth month inch closer and closer, running away was the only happiness I look forward to.
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Escaping
RandomForced into the life of a prostitute, Mia thought her only means of escape is to run away. She hated everything, her new home, her mother and the fact that she had no one else. Running away seem the best option but surviving won't be possible witho...
