Make Me Free

I was taken at age six. They invaded my house, killed my parents in front of me, and took me as a prize. So here I am, eleven years later, sold into world that I now know.

Chapter 1

“Y-you seriously want me to wear that…” I asked, staring at the skimpy, demeaning, angel-devil costume.

“Not me,” Jackson said, “The client.” I sighed and took the outfit. I sulked into the bathroom, and stripped down. I pulled on the ripped up fishnet tights, and the red, leather, corset. Of course, it was matched with black feathery wings, and a white tutu covered in red splatters. God, I felt disgusting! I walked out of the bathroom, and the boss smirked.

“Can we just go?” I said softly and Jackson grabbed my shoulder.

“Sexy with a whimper? No, you better not cry during this job. Last time you got fifty bucks cut off of the check because of your stupid whimper.” Jackson, The Boss, The Ring Leader, The Pimp, whatever you wanted to call him, he was a jerk. I preferred to call him more explicit names, but, what can you do?

      I felt cheap, as I took the money, and walked out of the penthouse. Five hundred dollars, wow.

“Jackson,” I said, after I handed him my money. “Do you think I could take a break tomorrow, get my paycheck and hang out on my own for a bit?” Jackson rose an eyebrow,

“On your own?” He asked, stifling a laugh, “You’re never alone, I’ll have people watching you from afar.” I sighed.

“I know, but Jackson, you know what I mean!” He made a fake thinking face.

“Call me master for now on, and we have a deal!” I glared at him.

“Alright Master, you damn pervert.” Crap! I meant to say that last part in my head.

“Excuse me?” Jackson growled, he back-handed me. I winced.

“Sorry…” I muttered, and looked down. Finally, he started to drive.

     “Hey there,” The barista said, smiling. “What can I get you?” I smiled back,

“Can I please have a Carmel Macchiato, and a Blueberry muffin?”

“No problem, Miss.” He said back, I gave him the twelve dollars, and leaned against a back wall, to wait. Finally, I got my stuff, and sat down in a far corner. I sipped my coffee, and stared out the window. I heard a cough. I glanced up, and saw the barista guy.

“Uh, y-yes?” I sputtered out, wide eyed.

“Are you alright, you have a bruise on your cheek.” He said, cocking his head to the side.

“Oh, that’s a normal thing. It’s nothing.” I looked back outside the window. Across the street, watching me, was one of Jackson’s guys.

“Alright, well, my shift is over, you wanna hang out for a bit?” I blushed, was he asking me out?

“Uh, I...umm…” Barista dude chuckled.

“Yeah, I got it. I just met you and-,”

“Yes.” I said, cutting him off. He smiled,

“By the way, my name is James.”

“Rini.” I told him and smiled, I quickly finished my coffee, and muffin, then left the coffee place.

“So, how old are you?” I asked James. We were sitting in the grass, in a random park.

“Twenty-three, how about you?”

"Seventeen, bit of a difference.” I gave a nervous laugh.

“Not as bad as it could be,” James replied, “The only thing I’m concerned about is your parents!” I looked down. “Y-you okay?”

“My parents died a long time ago.” I said, sighing.

“Oh! I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to upset you or anything!” James blurted out. I shook my head.

“It’s fine.” I whispered, “I’ve been through worse.” James looked at me like I was crazy.

“What could be worse than losing your parents?!” He said, shocked. Hmm, let me think. Being sold into a prostitution ring at age six, being abused, battered, and beaten, then waking up the next morning, and finding out it is all real. “You wanna go see a movie?”

“Why not, thanks James."