Kelei has been brought and sold her whole life by her father, he has no problem letting men borrow her for the night for their benefit and to keep their family a float after multiple suicide attempts and fights through her trials and tribulation she...
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Being unloved was the biggest betrayal I've ever known. I wondered why I never had anyone to truly love me for me.
Being me has not worked out great so I try not to be me, I'm not me. I put on the face of someone else when it's time to be unloved.
Who's gonna love me for me?
Kelei
"Didn't I tell you, makeup and hair needed to be perfect!" My father yelled through our mansion throwing his bottle of vodka all over me
"Oh now you can't talk huh?" He grabbed my face as tears slid down making me plead for airflow
"You think I'm fucking playing with you! Huh? Huh!" I shook my head no quickly as he held a match to my face
"Please dad! I'll get it right and I'll do right, promise I promise!" I cried out begging him to spare me, spare my life
He threw me down to the floor and I gasped for air, grabbing at my neck to soothe the burning sensation from the aftermath of the the burning match down my throat.
"Go get in the shower now, your 9 o' clock will be here shortly!" I dreaded to my room and made sure not to make a sound
Tears were running down as the shower cleansed my body. Soon I was full on sobbing, this has been my life since the day I turned 18. Today, I'm 26 and the word birthday has no meaning to me. I do not know the last time I celebrated a birthday or even made friends and went out.
I have not laid my eyes on any of my old friends and family since the passing of my mom. The life I once knew was long gone leaving me subject to a different type of savage. Fear fueled me, escaping was not profound. I knew what the consequences would be and where would I go?
My pink flip phone was tarnished along with my other possessions. My only interaction with the world was who my father allowed. What a dreadful life? All I've learned how to do is give my body away and please a man without question. I don't know how to love or what it feels like to be loved.
I got out the shower after washing every inch of my body. I moisturized throughly, trying my best not to make any mistakes on my appearance. After I threw on the lingerie my father laid out, I took a deep breath as I sat down at my vanity to get ready to apply my makeup and accessories. I looked in mirror and I could never seem to recognize myself and who I truly was.
"Just make him happy baby— he'll come back to you.." I looked over to see my mom
"Mom..." I hugged her tight as I cried on her shoulder
My brain would allow me to see her sometimes when it needed to shield itself from trauma. It was at peace for now.
"Hi my baby... I know things are hard but fight through you've got to fight through my love."
She vanished and I stifled my cries and applied my makeup the way my father preferred and I applied all the new accessories he just added to my 'collection'.
"Kelei you ready yet! You on my time!"
"Yea I'm ready!" He came upstairs and took a good look at me
"You did good, come on Bird will escort you..." I flinched as he led me to this dark place, the cockpit
Men feasted on me like I was a piece of meat. Men paid top dollar for sex, bondage sessions, all type of freak fetishes, majority wanted a person to vent to and some just took advantage in every way they could see fit to get their money's worth.
These men want control and they use my body to get that. My father allows this and I hate him every day for allowing men to degrade me this way.
I've tried everything suicide, fake injuries, fake std screenings and none of it works I still end up in this dungeon. One time, my last time attempting to escape he broke four of my ribs. It was so hard to breathe or even walk for that matter.
I sat at the table as men looked at me with sexual lust. My body was a shattered temple that needed repairing and healing.
"Evening gentlemen, we'll start the bid at 1 million..."
It still surprises me that my father could put a price tag on my body and give me away for the night to a complete stranger.
"But tonight we'll be doing something different. Tonight we change the game forever..." he chuckled rubbing his hands together as he sipped some Hennessy
"You'll bid on Kandi and she will be submissive to you for an entire year as we travel the world to expand my brand..." the crowd applauded
A year?
My stomach dropped and I tried my best to keep it together I couldn't afford to be beat down and secluded off. Lord knows when daddy decides I didn't do something to his liking, he makes sure to lock me away, alone. When my father got extremely angry he would throw me in the basement and leave me there for days without food and water. For days I'll sit in my own waste and go insane but some days were my most vulnerable yet peaceful times, I hate that it gave me time to think about the fucked up situation I was born into but at least men weren't touching me.
I spent a long time in my younger years being defiant towards daddy just so he could send me to that dark lonely place all beat up, bruised and bloody. I just knew he would leave me there for days to fend for myself but at least I was a little less attractive but at least there would be no merchandise for sale, shop would be closed.
"So again we'll start the bidding at 1 million, let the bidding begin..." he chuckled
"1.3 million!"
"1.8 million!"
"Hmm?" My father grumbled
"2 million sir—"
"2.3 million!"
"10 million dollars!" The crowd fell silent as a tall man stood covered in tattoo licking over his lips
He was extremely attractive, most men were old and dried up so it surprised me to see someone young and attractive but all these men did the same thing to me, no matter how young or old.
"Sold! We thank you for your charity Mr. Brewster... we'll evaluate the terms in the cockpit the rest of you gentlemen have a goodnight."
My father reached out for my hand and led me to the center of the cockpit. We approached Mr. Brewster and he looked over me licking his lips.
"We appreciate the generous donation... we'll leave tonight. The jet will be here at 12 sharp, I look forward to expanding my brand with you Mr. Brewster.."
"Trust me, the pleasure is truly mine..."
As I look in his eyes I seen something different, something I didn't see from other men.
