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Chapter 1:

I tried to say something, but nothing would come out. The back of my throat was burning. it felt like I had yelled from the top of my lungs for hours. The odd thing is that I couldn't remember a thing.
I tried to sit up to take a good look at the woman, but I felt a whip across my naked body. A slight whimper crossed my lips, but it was faded by the noisy window. "hello." the woman said in her deep, dark voice to a man who just walked through the door. He smiled back at ehr with a dark look on his face. He made his way up to me and scanned my body from head to toe. His devilish grin made me feel insecure and worried about what would happen next. I couldn't escape. I couldn't scream. I didn't even know what my own name was.
A gentle object was placed on my cheek. It was the man's hand. Cold, but gentle. He lifted it up and looked across the room at the woman.
"A fine one, she is." he chuckled. "What did he mean? I was a fine one? He turned his head back to me and smacked me, forcing my head to jerk the opposite way. My face burned as he laughed evilly. But the pain of my throat reduced the pain in my cheek.
"Hello, sweetheart." The man said as he sat at the edge of the bed. He removed the chains from my hands and feet so i could sit up right. He knew that I wouldn't even think about running away. My body ached as I built up enough strength to move. The room was spinning, and my forehead ached. I massaged my temples as I examined the man.
He had dark, black hair, and hazel eyes that grew darker the more you stared at him. He was in his Mid-40s, and though I would never say it out loud, he was very unattractive. About 6 feet tall, and a devilish grin was always plastered on his face. Scars were on his forehead and right cheek. That was the first thing I noticed when looking at him. A nasty, black and blue scar. He was dressed in the same material that the woman was. She had just left the room.
"Do you know who you are? Or where you are?" He asked me
"No." i shook my head, which didn't help the pain of my migraine. "Your name is Ann Marie Martina. You're 15 years old. You have long black hair and bright green eyes. You're very beautiful and you've been wanted for a very long time." I looked at him in suspense.
"Wanted? what do you mean?"
"well, you see, I have this...company. It sells beautiful girls like you to men in need." my eyes grew wide. He nodded. "in that kind of need." I stared at the ground. How did this happen? "There's this one man," he started again. "The name's Simon Brown. He's been wanting a beautiful girl like you for a very long time. He'll be here in 5 minutes. So get dressed." I looked at him like he was crazy. I have 5 minutes to get dressed before I'm sold to a man "in need"?! I nodded though, because now that I'm fully awake, I can feel anything that can hurt me. He left the room and left me to find clothes to wear. All that was in the cabinet across from my bed was an oversized t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I stared at myself in the mirror. You could see my ribs. My bones stuck out. I looked lifeless. Like a zombie. Cut marks were lined up from my wrists to my shoulders. Whip marks across my stomach. Rug burns on my back and legs. burn marks on my face, above my eyebrow. Dark circles and bags were showing under my eyes. Makeup was smeared all over my face. My hair was ratted up in a ponytail. It was greasy and hasn't been washed in months from the looks of it. I didn't even bother to fix it.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a few more minutes. My stomach growled and I felt like passing out. I ran downstairs to see the man I saw this morning talking to another sitting down sipping a glass of wine.
"oh good! You're ready! Off you go then," he said while shaking the man's hand. He signaled for the door and I held it open for Simon. I put on a fake smile for him while he made his way outside. 
As I walked out the door I felt something heavy in my poket. A cell phone. I opened it up and realized it was probably mine. But it said "Sierra" on it...
I unlocked it to see 100 voice mails and missed calls.
All from one number.
Jake.

Hey guys, I hope you liked this one! I worked really hard on it becaue I wanted it to be full of drama and suspense ;3. I was wondering what you guys thought would be a good title. It might be a little bit early for that..but I hope something comes up soon :} 

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