Sold To The Cruel Vampire King

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or my presence; a light pink colored, strapless body tight dress, and some high heels. M

k like; a doll. A Barbie doll to be pr

tered on my face. He liked it when we smiled. In a case where we d

st the icing on the cake. I didn't think that I could have hand

ises were tended to. We all waited for the days that he would pick us, only for the anticipation of fee

from my neck to my boobs, making

th evidence of too many drugs, and alcohol. The man reeked of the scent of cocaine, a

touching me. However, I knew better than to do that, and say those words. I di

eel like the whore he wanted me to be. A creeping sensation followed up in everywhere that he tou

g from college. They were living life to it's fullest, and probably had tons of friends. They h

next day, and not whether or not I would survive the next day o

em. I kept on reminding myself that big girls don't cry. Crying w

lf not to shiver from the impact. I closed my eyes, trying my best on holding in a scream. I

ody too much

He mumbled in my ear

rritating. A bill rose at my throat; I wanted to throw up the little they had g

ly wince. Biting my lip in order not to let out even a single sound expressing pain, I remembered th

was wrong wi

said, barely kee

im pull my hair

o keep it in again, a cr

ner, showing off his diamond

instead of blood. I so wished that I could just give him a punch, and another, then another, u

erytime they came back. I blinked them away, trying my best not to let t

now, I would probably read the silent words written in my eyes. But then again

d in my ear, his rotten

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elievable at this point. Another cry escaped my lips, as my

der!" He cried, a crazed

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ured down my cheeks like waterfalls, as he savagely ri