Sold (Completed)

Sold (Completed)

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I know I created it but yes this book is cringy fair warning😂. If you can't stand this book in general just please skip it and not comment.Thanks *Trigger Warning*: This story will have rape and abuse in it so if you can not handle those scenes please skip pass or plz don't read this book Also in no way this is a good form of BDSM this is a semi toxic relationship so plz keep that in mind if you don't know anything about BDSM plz do research. Jessie Miller I'm 19 and I have long auburn hair, tan skin, and hazel eyes. I live in a small town called Shallow Hills, my dad is a dead beat drunk and he beats me every day and sometimes he'd rape me thinking I was my mom since she left us when I was a little girl. Every day a piece of me was ripped away inside until I was hollow; not only have I been beaten and raped; I was sold. Ian Blackwood 23 A rich night club owner who is a Dom and who was munipulated by his mom growing upand his dad didn't care for him so he became cold hearted then he saw her. He started to change from what his mom wanted him to be to the man Jess deserves.
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Before Mike, before the love story people know now, there was me-raw, broken, and surviving. This is the truth I never thought I'd be strong enough to tell. I was 22 years old when my life shattered. I was raped in a back alley and left bleeding, alone. When I turned to the police, hoping for help, they didn't protect me-they shamed me. They called me slurs. They asked me what I'd done to deserve it. What I had worn. Whether I had "led him on." No one believed me. Nine months later, I gave birth to my son. I named him Aerion Jace Rosier-Aj. His name means strength, wisdom and power in Greek. I gave him that name because i wanted him to have everything I felt had been stolen from me. He was my light, even in the darkest time of my life. But the darkness wasn't done with me. My two older children, Samuel and Emilie, ended up with my first ex's mother, and I lost all parental rights to them. And then came the 18 months of sex trafficking. They used Aj as collateral-my baby was the only reason i obeyed. I was forced to do what they wanted, or they would have killed him. They only let me see him for one hour each day. I was deprived of food, stripped of dignity, starved down to 75 pounds. I remember the blue car Aj was in the day the police sting finally saved us. But even after we were freed, i wasn't really free. the PTSD haunted me. I avoided certain materials, certain places, even certain sounds. And every night, I heard the voices. Every relationship after that was wrong-narcissists who broke me down even further. Men who convinced me I was unworthy, unwanted. My current ex even told my son Aj that he wasn't wanted-that he was nothing. I let it happen, and the guilt kills me. I became "the girl who never cried." I thought if I never cried, maybe none of it really happened. But the truth is, it didn't. And it changed me.

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