Rella in the city

"Did I say you could leave?" He slams me against the door. Daddy is what he has me call him. I'm dressed in a miniskirt, a tube top, and my hot red heels are matching my sharp fake nails. Daddy says it's his mark to our clients. My birthday was yesterday, I turned 14.
Rella is a 14 year old girl. Most 14 year old girls are in high school, worrying about their hair and which guy is the cutest. Not Rella. She is owned, by a Daddy. Growing up like this, she barely knows any different. Will she be saved and finally be able to be herself or will she forever live under others?