Millie Bobby Brown left home when she was just eleven years old. Her home life had been rough and she was tired of it. Out on the streets of New York alone as an eleven year old was the worst mistake she'd ever made. She was just barely twelve when a man named Butch Bearrings had found her and forced her into his business of sex slaves.
Four years later and Millie is still a slave.
"You have a meeting in the Brimstone Alley way in four minutes." Mika said, he worked for Butch. Millie rolled her eyes.
"I am very aware of my appointments Mika." Millie said putting on a torn up jacket. Mika shot her a warning glare. She left the room and headed down the hall and out the door. It was a cold night in New York. When she breathed out she could see her breath.
Millie headed for the alley where she met a man who was shaking and pacing.
"George Whitfield?" Millie said questioningly. He nodded and slammed her against the wall itching to get in her. He made out with her so fast and hard she couldn't keep up and before she knew it he was slamming into her so hard she was bleeding. She had dealt with all sorts of people, people who liked straps all the way to people having their first time. It had never hurt like this but the man had paid for an hour. Black.
Millie woke up sweating. She shot up. She was on a couch with a blanket on her. She stood up. Her dress was torn and her legs were blood stained from her lower which she now realized was sore. Millie stumbled forward and gripped on the bar of a chair at a bar table.
"You ok?" a voice to her left said. Millie's eyes shot over.
"Fine." Millie swallowed. A boy... no a girl, with short blonde hair that was tall and lanky was looking at her. The girls hair wasn't too short, it was actually very cute and some of her bangs were right above her eyes and her hair was messy.
"You don't look too fine..." the girl said.
"Who are you and where is my client?" Millie asked.
"He's... taken care of. I'm Baylee. Who are you?" Baylee asked.
"I'm Millie..." Millie said.
"How... how old are you?" Baylee asked.
"Sixteen... you?" Millie asked.
"Seventeen. What were you doing on the streets?" Baylee asked.
"That's my business." Millie said. Baylee lifted her brows and looked away. Suddenly Millie felt shame. She felt shame down to her bones but she didn't know why. Why did she care about this strangers opinion? Baylee began walking into the kitchen. "What are you doing?" Millie questioned.
"Making you breakfast, you look hungry." Baylee said cleaning a bowl.
"I'm fine." Millie said.
"Sure." Baylee said as she put a bowl of cereal in front of Millie. Millie sat at the bar and tried to eat slow but she couldn't. She was starving and the lucky charms in the bowl might have been the best meal she had had in years. Suddenly she heard something under her.
"What are you doing?" Millie asked. Baylee had a bowl of water with a rag in it that she had set down. Baylee pulled Millie's chair back.
"Cleaning you up." Baylee said. Millie went back to eating but kept an eye on Baylee. Baylee washed the blood off up to Millie's knee. "You can do the rest." Baylee said. Millie nodded. Baylee went back in the kitchen and washed her hands. She began cutting up fruit and she caught Millie's stare. "You ever had mango?" Baylee asked. Millie nodded 'no'.
Baylee slid Millie a piece which Millie quickly consumed so Baylee gave her more and a glass of water. Suddenly Millie realized she'd eaten too much and was going to be sick. She leaned over the bucket and puked. Baylee came quickly to her side. Millie felt the urge to cry but she fought it.
Baylee was rubbing her back and Millie sat up enough Baylee had to move her hand.
"It's fine. I'm fine. Thanks for the... meal but I best be going." Millie said and got up. She went for the door but Baylee got in front of it.
"Pl-please... just stay a while. You can hardly walk." Baylee said.
"Look if you want to hit the bed fuck me okay, I won't stop you but if not move." Millie sighed.
"I- I- No no that wasn't my intention... isn't my intention! No, Millie I just think you should stay here and relax a little." Baylee said.
"Look I appreciate the thought and care but I have got to go." Millie sighed at the cute blonde, who almost looked saddened.
"Fine but only if you promise to come back." Baylee said.
"So you think I'm your pet?" Millie said and turned a little red.
"No! No I just wanna feed you!" Baylee said. Millie grinned at the blonde's embarrassment.
"And y'know if you ever need a bath or anything." Baylee said. Millie rolled her eyes.
"Fine." She grinned. Baylee smiled and moved. Millie headed out. After the door shut Millie couldn't help but smile. Why the blonde girl cared so much about her she didn't know but she liked it. She headed back to the club.
Millie walked three or four blocks when she realized she had on a coat. She smiled and rolled her eyes. Baylee probably knew she had it and it made Millie laugh a little.
She entered the back room to be met by an angry Butch glaring at her.
"Butch I-" Millie began quivering. He slammed his hand into the wall by her head and she swallowed hard.
"Where the fuck where you?! You missed two clients! Where were you all night?!" He screamed in her face.
"I-" Millie tried but he cut her off.
"I don't even care, you meet me in room nine." he growled.
"No... no please I'll make it up-" Millie cried but he hit her, right in the face and hard. She deafetedly went to room nine where she was literally tortured.
