I sit with my legs crossed infront of the t.v holding my lemon cream pie on a white gossy glass plate and a shiny metal fork. My hair is in two brown brains on either sides of my head with small red bows at the end. I have a long sleeved white button up shirt with a red plad skirt and snow white knee high socks with three blacks lines on the top. Daddy walks up to me and pets me on the head "Your daddy's little girl, Hows my baby girl?" He askes. "Very good daddy" I answer. "Your almost 13, your going to make your daddy a very rich man" Daddy says. I look at the t.v and countiune to eat my lemon cream pie. Daddy slaps me across the face so hard that my head hits the ground. "Did your hear me Harley?!" He yells. "Yes daddy I did." He climbs on top of me pinning my hands to the ground. "I'm sorry my baby girl, I didn't mean to hit you. Do you still love me?" Daddy asks. "Yes daddy, I still love you." I answer. He puts his hand down my skirt and grabs my shoulder hard. "Prove it my baby girl, Prove it, Do it." He whispers as he slowly takes off my clothes.
He quickly and hardly turn me around so my face and belly are on the ground. I feel his big hands handling my small body, my cheek pushing agesnt the rug, and the warm breath thats now going down my back. Tears run down my face as he rips inside of me. "Whos daddys little girl?!" Daddy keeps yelling. Pushing my head into the ground with one hand and my right shoulder with his other one. I can already feel the rug burn. When hes done he turns me over and stands me up. He grabs me by my ear and drags me into his room. He lays me on the bed where he starts to spank me. "Whos daddys bad girl." He askes. I say nothing. Then turn me over again and hits me across the face. "Did you hear me?!?!!!" He yells. "Yes Daddy, I can hear you" I cry, with hot wet tears running down my cheeks. He comes close to me and licks the tear right off my cheek. "Baby girl i'll give you something to cry about."
My name is Harley Haris. I've been part of the F.U.S since I was born. I don't know what it means but ive learned not to question it. The F.U.S is a group of men who run the streets of what is now the cruel world were living in. My job is simple, I keep the men who run things happy when they come home. The man I call "Daddy" is the man who teaches me what I need to know to do my job. See my mother and father didn't have any money so the F.U.S gave them money for something in return. I was that something, they took me away on my second birthday. Thats what happen to most of us girls here. We get tooken away from our familys then get a "Daddy" and once were 13 years old they got sold to they new guys and we do whatever they want. My Daddy thinks i'll sell for alot becauses I always listen and i'm still skinny and pretty.
When hes finished with me he carries me to my room and lays me in my bed. My face burns from the rug and my knees trumble. I walk to the bathroom build into my room, tomorrow I turn 13. Tomorrow everything will change. Tomorrow I am ready.
