Intro

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Hello eveyone, this story going to be a little violent and may have some very naughty parts in they story in following chapters. I will try my best to put a 18+ rating at the top of the chapter and will indicate some how that that part is coming. That way you can choose to read the very naughty bits or not.

My life was never perfect, at a young age my parents were killed. Everyone said it was tragic and that it was a satanic cult that killed them. I don't remember much about my parents I was only six when this happened. With no other family to take me in or a God parent I was left to the state.

It would have been better if I was just left to die somewhere because foster wasn't anything great or helpful. I had over fifteen foster families many of them just using me for a government paycheck. That wasn't my biggest worry though, many of the foster dads would try to have their way with us girls. I never let it happen because I would scream bloody murder when they would enter my room at night and fight them. After a few months many families said that I had mental issues because I would wake everyone up at night by screaming.

It finally got to the point we're I wasn't placed with anymore foster families. So, I was placed in a orphanage, by that time I was thirteen. The worst part of the orphanage was that it was a Catholic orphanage. There were so many rules and I hate it. We have to learn about God and stuff that I just didn't want to hear about. So I started running away at night.

I learned how to live on the streets by the time I was fourteen. But sooner or later the police would pick me up and book me and take me back to the church. Each time I was whipped with a switch that I had to personally cut off the willow tree. I kept running away though.

By the time that I reached sixteen they stopped trying to get me back. After I realized that they weren't going to come for me again. I started working. I thought that my life was starting to turn around. I was taking care of myself and was doing pretty good for myself. That was until one night.

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I hope you like it so far. I feel like I need to tell her back story that way you understand what she went through and why she is the way that she is in later chapters.

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