The Puppeteer part 2 (cut and repost)

The Puppeteer - A fourteen year old survival

"Please.. Stop" I croaked. I don't know how long I have scream, how much I have begged. I writhe in pain, I choke in my cries I can't move because of the chains. I can't see.. I can't breath, they covered my face with something. I felt like dying.

They were laughing

I never feel this much of suffering before, this people are trying to kill me, they are going to kill me. The pain is too much, I can't breath.. I can't fucking breath!

Help me..

Please help me...

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"Five bucks.. Where's the rest?" I asked as I check the crumpled bills he throws at me

"There's no more" he replied and I stiffen

"What do you mean? You know my fares, you fucked me before" I remind him. Panic in my voice.

"What fares?" The man in his forties turn his back against me and pretended as if he could fool me

"You fuck my ass for the whole night! It's fifty bucks" I shot up to sit, trying my best to ignore the crazy pain in my lower back.

"You think you're the only bitch I can fuck? You think money grow from trees?" He sounds mad for no reason. Everyone are mad at me for no reason.

I bit my lips, I knew my consequences. William will kick me out of the house until I could at least get two hundred bucks per day. I've failed several times and he will let a few mans take me away by force. And when I woke up, I will be in the middle of sex, tied up, chained, blind folded in their fucking crazy fetish rotten sexual desire in porn shit videos. I don't know who would be fucked up lunatics to watch a kid suffer and raped in a fucking adult video. This world is so much rotten.. Like how life treated me..

I take a deep breath. And stand up with not even a thread cover my body. I'm a whore, I wouldn't be shy after having his cock in my fucked up asshole "I'll let you do whatever you want if you could pay me extra" I'm not stupid, I'll do whatever it takes to avoid punishment.

"Don't you hear what I just said? I don't have any money. If you want money you need to work harder lazy faggot. Go sells your body around" he waived his hand as he spoke.

I would lie if I said that word didn't drive me mad. I felt my blood boiled and rush to my head. Sudden uncountable anger building up inside of me and I burst "Fuck you old man" I swear and breath hard. I was certain my eyes are looking around this rundown room for knife, glass, pen anything sharp, anything that would work to kill him! I killed once, what stop me for taking another record?

Fine I am a fucking whore! But I didn't do this because I wanted to! I was sold when I was fucking six and I was raped by my own uncle! If my parents have the authority to sell me then what makes it any different with selling my body to this pedophiles?

I was forced by my uncle and worst case scenario I am his fucking slave he will punish me! I rather do anything in this world to avoid that.

No matter what I couldn't accept when someone label me as a whore.. Even I am.. That's the fact

I must be stupid

'I'm not doing this because I wanted to' would be a waste to tell.

"I need money, I could do some labour" I offered, trying my best to hold my anger. I need to use my stupid head for once, not my fucked up emotion. I had enough being a stupid crybaby toys for fourteen years. I will be fifteen only in a couple of weeks

"You sure you could work that way? My cock didn't bang you hard enough?" He turns to look at me and threw a candy on the bed beside me. I don't know why he gave me that look he seems to be taunting me or something

"Try me" I believe I smirk unconsciously

"Proof it"

I get dressed and covered my loose worn up pyjamas with a dark blue hoodie. One of my clients left it behind and never claim it back so I took it. William let me to after he told me we share a similar fate.. Disposable

Able to stand straight doesn't seems extreme enough. I bent, and did bowel movement. Normally it would be wildly painful to stand or even fucking sit! I heard him whistle "You're a fucking hardcore for a brat! How many gang fuck your ass pussy one day?" He sounds impressed but I'm not selling. I'll bleed. "I'm not selling" I announced. "I'm on for some labour, I could get this house done, I'm good at cleaning" I offered. He looked around this run down cramped space around him

"And how much would that cost?"

"Hundred bucks"

"Whoa that's a-"

"Fifty bucks"

He scratch the back of his head and sit on a kitchen counter attached to the wall. "Listen kid I'm not buying any service from you"

"I'll give you a hand job" I firmly said. It just need to try harder. I need money. I need money

"You need money, you need to work you lazy faggot!!"

At that moment, I heard it again. Those voices who keep bothering me all these years. Those voices are always cruel to me. They are my fear, they drive me crazy and at some point manage to make me attempt suicide by trying to bite my tongue off on the night of Christmas.

Why are they here now?

The man chuckled "Hand job are nothing to me, I don't deal with those childish game" he had that pity look on his face but st the same time it was taunting, again.

You need to make money slut!! Do what you did best!!

"I'll suck you off, for free"

"Now that's how I like it" he gave me a crooked smile and snort.