When Dad finished talking, I sat there for a few minutes and processed what he told me. I was trying to figure out who they would've been trying to sell me to. Most of the time, I was kept in the basement when they had people over. Except for the day that the plastic bitches tried to kill me. There was a guy who kept watching me and commenting on how I looked. It creeped me out. I could also picture his face clearly still. I jumped up and ran out of the room and upstairs. When I got to my room, I grabbed a sketchpad, colored pencils, and regular pencils. Then I went back downstairs to the living room.
I sat down and opened up the sketch pad. I started to sketch him from my memory. "What are you doing sissy?" Leo asked me. "I remember this guy from the last party that they had. Usually, th
