• When my eyes opened I realized that I had been knocked out. I lifted my hand to my head and realized my hair had been shaved, and that there was a huge cut in it's place! I looked around to see where I was, and I wasn't in my prison. I was in what looked like a room covered in plastic, it looked like someone who has O.C.D. had been allowed to decorate this room. But that is when I noticed the man who has claimed to be my dad was sitting staring at me like he was amused, and I was clueless, AGAIN!

    "Would you please tell me where I am and why you have been keeping me here? Especially when I know so little about you, and you are confident enough to waltz around saying you are my dad! I do not understand why this is so amusing to you that I am so clueless! PLEASE!" I said begging for something.

    But like the arrogant a** he is, he just sat there looking even more amused then before. I was so mad that I nearly got up and punched him out! That's when I realized that my whole body was tied up to the wall, but I couldn't feel the pain. Why was I completely unable to feel the pain that this should bring me? Why wasn't I at least uncomfortable in this position? Then he just simply stated,

    "The reason you are numb is because you have morphine running through your system, and some other drugs that I am waiting on so you will be knocked out. The reason I am doing this is because I have to show you to my clients. Where they will hopefully buy you off me. That way I don't have to deal you anymore; you have caused enough trouble having the cops be here once and now that their buddies haven't come back I probably have a matter of days before I get searched!"

    After that I was stunned still or maybe that was the drugs kicking in either way everything went black I wished I would just die now that I had been knocked out so many times and I was probably going to be a slave for some gang or mafia dude who would rape me every night.

    I woke up again, I was tired of this, I felt like crap. I was having such a bad headache I wanted to scream but all I could manage was crying. The man who was supposed to buy me just stood there looking pleased. He was rather scary looking just by first glance, but if you looked and recognized the burns on his face then you could probably piece together that he had been in a major fire sometime in his life. I, just taking a guess here, thought that other women rejected him so he was going to buy me to get what he couldn’t out of those women. What I wasn’t sure of was the fact that if I didn’t please him, would I die? Would I end up locked in a cellar left to die? Would I save myself and do what ever he wanted? Was it going to be worth it if I did? When I met his gaze again he gave me a reassuring smile like as if to comfort me. When he spoke it surprised me how soft and beautiful his voice sounded. He softly spoke “Yea. I like her, how much do you want?” he said bargaining for me like I was a car. The huskier voiced man replied "5 grand and maybe a tip since she has caused me so much trouble.” He said looking at me as if I was gonna prve his case and point right there. The nicer voiced man pulled out the cash handed it to the huskier man then came to untie me. When he saw my cut and where it had been shaved was probably scabbing by now. He turned and looked at the other guy who was counting the money and said, “What happened to her?” The guy looked up and said, “Oh, she was being a pain so I hit her head to keep quiet. I shaved it so I could see how bad it was.” The nicer guy nodded then untied me making sure I could stand, then gave me a quick once over glance. I was kind of unsteady because of the drugs so he put his arm around my waist and helped me up the stairs and out the front door to his car.