YOU

Chapter 1

She ran! She ran as fast as her tiny legs could let her. Her being scared was an understatement. Her brown locks, which used to be shiny, were now filled with mud and tree logs. Her honey-like eyes, which used to represent warmth, was now filled with fear. Her milky skin, which used to be softer than a baby's butt, was badly bruised. She knew life couldn't get any worse than it was until he said those six words yesterday night.

You are going to be sold.

Yesterday. Feels so far, yet so close. If she had not already been afraid of him, she was now. She knew his business. She knew what he did for a living. But never once had she thought she'd be put into it as well. She should have known that she was no special girl. Just because he kept her there for ten years didn't mean things were going to change. Especially not when he went to her room to ''prepare'' her.

She had been verbally and physically abused bruised but never sexually.

Not until yesterday night.

The night he touched her.

Didn't do anything much, but didn't do anything less. But something just right to scare her. And she knew it won't stop there. Not until she runs away in the hopes of not getting caught; before something worse happened. Or better yet, dying.

Dying.

Something so foreign, yet so familiar. She knew she had no purpose in life; except to please others. But she still, however, had that tiny hope left, since she had been in his grasp. Never once had she thought of leaving, except yesterday night.

At the age of eight, a child should be worrying if their parents are going to buy them the new toy or not; not worry if they are ever going to see them again.

She had restless nights dreaming if her knight in shining armor would come and save her. Till now she had that little hope, not until yesterday night when she was sleeping in her wooden bed, with a mattress that's just there for the texture, a blanket, and a pillow for the sake of it. She had a window in her ''room''. A window that was unbreakable and covered in multiple locks. Her muddy gown that used to be baby pink before, was adorned on her, with black slippers covering her now frozen feet. 

She had always been a light sleeper due to her circumstances, when she heard her bedroom door edge creak, informing her that someone was entering the room. 

He'd always been handsome. The kind of handsome you'd see on a trip with your family and then never being able to forget that face. From the age, if eighteen, when he first met her till now. He was dressed in a long black sleeved shirt, that was rolled up at his elbows and black suit trousers. Few of the buttons at the top of the shirt were undone, showcasing the tattoos he had reaching till his collarbones. He had a necklace, with a skull chain resting around his neck. He was tall, but not too tall.

He had first seen her at the mall when she was celebrating her eighth birthday with her parents. He knew that she would bring a lot of money from her innocent-looking face and the purity that radiated off her. The unknown man had kidn*pped her when no stranger was looking and kept her in a tiny room at the back of the house. He had many nights where he dreamed of doing unspeakable things to her but didn't know it wasn't the right time. However, he didn't let that get in the way. He would still think of her in the shower or when he was f*****g other girls, but he still did take out the pleasure in beating her.

He had kept her weak yet healthy, pure yet tainted, and most of all he had his name written all over her body.

Alesandro.