"Mary, I will not speak again. You are doing this. We need the money." My mother said in a low tone. I glared up at her with hot tears stinging my eyes. "Maybe you should get a job instead of me, I'm your daughter, you're supposed to care about my wellbeing and look after me why are you-"

I was cut off by her sending a sharp blow against my cheek. I stared up at her in shock. The tears now flowing freely from my eyes and gliding off of my cheeks.

She knelt down next to me and wiped my tears away. "I love you babygirl. It's for our own good. Hopefully your master will teach you some respect. You're 18 now, you should to be working... now stand up, let's have a look at you."

She cleared her throat and packed her makeup back into her bag. "Let's face it, you've got one of the good jobs. You're an escort. When I was your age I wasn't pretty or sober enough to be an escort. So I was a stripper who went home with the John's on the side."

I stood up with shaky legs, and peered into the long mirror. I was pale and my hair was long and blonde, falling down over my cleavage. I was in a school girl's uniform, but I highly doubt I'd be learning any valuable lessons today. 

My eyes glistened from the tears and the skin around them was red and swollen from crying in pain after the slap I took to my face. I stood there silently as my mother pushed my breasts up and put makeup on my face. She sighed as she put foundation over the mark forming where she slapped me.

"Looks like I might have gotten out of hand... but how else are you supposed to learn? You never listen when I speak, so I had to resort to other means of communication. Don't you think so darling?"

Inside my head I was screaming. Scrambling and tearing against the edges of my mind. Every voice in my head screamed at me to leave, to do something, to tell the police, or child services.

But my body wouldn't listen to my head. My legs wouldn't run out through the door, my hands wouldn't pack a bag to run away with, and my ears were deaf to my mind.

"Okay sweetheart, I'm done." I looked up at myself. A conventionally attractive slut. That's me now. Every mark and bruise on myself had disappeared. The white eyeliner made my eyes look huge and doe-like.

My heart leapt out of my chest when I heard a knock on my front door. I grabbed my moms arm and pleaded softly "Mom, please, don't do this. Please I'm begging you don-" She dug her false nails into my arm and scowled under her breath. "Grow the fuck up, and do this."

She plastered on a smile and threatened me to do the same, before opening the door. In front of me stood a tall and tanned man. He had black hair that had been slicked back, and a jawline that could cut glass. His eyes were an icy blue and his lips were thin but still seemed so soft.

He was wearing a collared long sleeve shirt with a blue tie. His office pants were long and black, that lead my eyes to ridiculously expensive black leather shoes.

"Hey there Bambina." He said looking at me. A small smile playing on his lips. I guess that's a term of endearment? "My name, is Mary." I said angrily. My mother slid her sharp nails down my arm and smiled as she leaned forward.

"Call her whatever you want! She's all yours. She's a bit shy but she'll warm up to you." He reached out a long arm and a gold watch clung to his wrist. "Let's go." He said with a smile, showing off his sparkling white teeth.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the house. Once in his car, I slumped into the seat of his Benz and folded my arms. Trying to swallow back the sobs threatening to leave my mouth.

He started his car up and drove down our street. "I'm surprised your mom is encouraging you to do this. Most girls have to hide it from their parents." I turned and glared at him.

"I'm being forced to do this." I said softly. My heart pounded as he drove. The gravity of the situation finally settling in further. Waves of fear crashed behind my eyes and I began to see spots. He pulled over. And before I knew it his hands were around my neck.

"You've signed the contract and you're mine now, it's best you make peace with that." And once again a hand struck my cheek. A lot harder this time.

He sighed and sat back. "Now be a good little girl and change your attitude... quickly. You only speak when spoken to. And you follow my every order with no hesitation. Or you will be punished."

I turned to face away from him and looked out the window. I bit my lip in an attempt to hold my tears back. It was getting harder and harder not to break down. I have to get out.

My thoughts were interrupted when he grabbed my hand. His grip tightened around my wrist as his eyes burnt holes into mine. He shoved my hand into his pants and stared at me dead in the eye. "Stroke it."

Every fibre in my being screamed no. Every fibre in my being wanted to give up. I can't. This is too much. My breath quickened and I let out a small whimper. What else could I do? He'd over power me so quickly. We're on the middle of the highway. I cant get away. I tried to keep my mind blank as everything transpired. Trying to dissociate from my body.

Why is the happening to me. What did i do to deserve this. My lip quivered. I don't want to be here. God help me. He stroked lip, cooed at me and tilted his head in an insincere, mocking sort of way.

"I want you to stop acting so scared, and from now on you call me master. This is contractual."

I shut my eyes and two tears slid down my face. "It's okay, it'll be over soon." He then reached under my seat and let it fall back and he then climbed on top of me. He stared down at me. His eyes were lit up as if there was a fire burning behind them.

"Take your shirt off... slowly." He said, his voice clearly laced with lust. I folded my arms and tried to struggle away. I cant let this happen to me. He clamped his left hand around my throat, pulled the seatbelt over me and held me down. I gasped and clawed at his massive hand which seemed immovable.

"I can't help but laugh at your idiocy." He said with a chuckle, as he used his free hand to pull his pants further down, sliding his belt off.

He wrapped it tightly around my neck and fastened me to the seat. I continued to frantically gasp for air. "Please, please don't do this. No I can't! please." I cried, the endless stream of tears burst and began to flow down my cheeks. God have mercy.

The sharp pain in my heart, the fear thrashing around inside me, and the resentment towards this man, my mother and the world, all ran through me at once. My heart continued to race faster and faster and my eyes started to flutter open and closed as I cried.

He pulled his tie off and shoved it into my mouth. "Just shut the fuck up and get used to it because you're my bitch for six months."

I shut my eyes tightly.

The only thought remaining in my head was,

I am worthless now.