Maria is a huge Tom Holland fan, so much so, that if you asked anyone what she's like, that's what they'd say.
One day when she was on a walk in her local park, a large man hit her over the head and threw her in a sack.
6 months later, she's on the...
I never understood why he took me. I was just walking in the park when bang! The lights of my world went out and I'm trapped here in the stupid old crate that a train would haul around all day. I believe it used to be a dark and glorious blue, but now it's a chipped and charred, rusted over, overly large tin can that smells like it held a thousand pounds of spoiled tuna 8 years ago and has been kept in an air tight bag that never let it rid itself of the horrid odor. There's 3 cots in the far back with a little gas lantern that gives off minimal heat to the twelve girls in here. I shouldn't say girls, because you see, I'm the youngest one in here, at 19 years old. They brought younger ones, but they either got bought or they died from the brutal conditions we're forced to live in. I hate it in here, but the older ones hate it worse. If they're not bought before their 25 birthday, they get taken to the back and beaten and abused until the brink of death and then shot and thrown into the ocean. I used to be a happy teen, but if you asked me back then how I really felt, I would have said anything but happy. Now looking back on it, I was definitely happier then, then I am now. I used to hate eating bread, but now I'd give up my virginity for it, and in here, your virginity is the only thing that will keep you alive longer then the rest. All we get to eat is a piece of stale bread and some water, which is always extremely dirty. I haven't had a bath since the day after I was brought here. "Rose!" A woman rasped with a choppy Russian accent as I walked over to her with my head down. She gave us all nicknames so we couldn't be found if she called our names. "Den'gi." She said as my head snapped up and she slapped me. I picked up a little bit of the language, and Den'gi means money, and money means someone bought me. Now this could be a good thing or a bad thing, if they see me and they don't want me, I'll be shot on sight, but they could want me just to torture me until I die, but they could also bring me home. Don't give yourself that hope. These people don't want to help you. I thought as I brushed off the slight sting from her slap and followed her to her camper where she got the girls ready to be sold. She made me take a nice warm bath that I didn't stay in for too long, because I heard that all the others took a bath for too long, and the woman added a slow poison that they wouldn't feel for a while because of our high tolerance for pain, but I did wash up and got out before quickly getting back in before she opened the door with a fluffy towel to dry me off. Once she was done, she put me in a pinkish peach dress with sparkles on it with strappy silver heels and a bit of makeup before she curled my hair.
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I hated to say it, but she actually made me look pretty. Once we were done ahe brought out her camera and took my picture before the large man, that stole me, harshly yanked my arm towards a tall man in a suit with glasses covering his eyes. I don't want to die! My mind screamed as I went into panic mode and started to shriek and try to get away, but I was no match for his string grip. He slammed me into the cement covering the ground so hard, I think I dislocated my shoulder, I mean it hurts, but I stagger my way up not paying attention to the men before my feet were swept out from underneath me and I hit the cement again before I took a steel toe boot into my stomach. "I didn't pay for damaged goods. Stop or I'll dock your pay." The tall man said as he scooped me up and over his shoulder holding onto my knees as my hands and feet were bound tightly with thick rope that tore at the skin on my wrists. I let out a soft whimper as they shook hands and the tall man carried me away. "Let me go!" I screamed thrashing in his arms. "Take it down a notch, darling." He said as he put me down to sit in a fancy stretch limo. "Untie me!" I growled as he got down on one knee and pulled out a switch blade and I turned away, hoping he wouldn't cut me... but I was surprised when he cut me free of the ropes. He looked up at me with his sunglasses for a moment before I kicked him where the sun don't shine and tried to book it before a pair of strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me in.
