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Why did she have to wake up in a basement filled with men? A story inspired by Melanie Martinez, A Million Men. (the theme is mature but nothing here is graphic so no need to worry)

Miss Maggie was way too young to understand.

A story inspired by the song "A Million Men" by Melanie Martinez. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I do not own Yoongi or the song, only the story. Please, do not steal. If you feel uncomfortable with the idea of child prostitution or anything involving that topic, do not read. I don't need to put a mature rating on this story, there's no explicit content.

------------------------------------------------ Violetta, a girl who's been hiding her secret about dozens of men sexually abusing her. Romeo White, the boy who's been crushing on Violetta, the so called weirdo and his friend. Will Romeo find out what her big secret is? Will she ever survive this? ------------------------------------------------ Violetta's mother, Isabella, was a prostitute. It may have seemed that she told Violetta that she models. Little does she know, she models for cold, horny and rich men. One faithful day, Isabella comes back looking like a barbie doll. She asked if Violetta could model, model for what? -------------------- Inspired//Infired by the song of Melanie Martinez' "A million men"

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Miss Y/N was way too young to understand, Why she got thrown into someone else's hands, Why she woke up to strange men, They tore her to pieces And she couldn't comprehend, Why she was locked up in a basement Filled with men, Should've gone to school, Instead she did them. Don't touch me, I'm fragile, I'm bitter in my heart. Mama sold me For candy, And I was ruined from the start. Why do you have to sell me to those mean old men? They cut me up in places I don't even understand, It's normalcy to me, but how will my friends understand? I'm five years old, Sleepin' with a million men. All grown up and her body has decayed, All those promiscuous games she had to play, Oh, she skipped the jungle-jungle-gym phase. She's tryin' to look at things in a bright way, Sees the light peekin' through the end of the hallway, No, she's tryin', tryin', tryin' to escape... I'm runnin' Full force, dear But it's harder when you're bones, I'm weak-kneed But I'm flyin' Out of this hell hole. Why do you have to sell me to those mean old men? They cut me up in places, I don't even understand, It's normalcy to me, but how will my friends understand? I'm ten years old, Runnin' from a million men. A million men. Finally the light is comin' close, No turning back, Run full force, Angels swoop down and grab me, And now I'm safe away, From the million men who raised me. Why do you have to sell me to those mean old men? They cut me up in places, I don't even understand, It's normalcy to me, How will my boyfriend understand? I'm seventeen With a history Of a million men. Men. A million men. A million men, A million men, A million, A million men. A million men, A million men, A million, A million men. A million men...

Why'd you have to sell me to those mean, old men..:.:. :.:..:.. They cut me up in places I don't even understand:.:.::.