Sabrina
Well it all went wrong when my pimp sold me. I'm pretty sure you people heard of sex slaves right? Well that's basically what I was. I was sold for 10,000 the same amount of money I made when I started.
Now that I look back, I'm pretty pissed that I was sold for that cheap. I rolled my eyes thinking about it.
My new pimp was a rich old guy who liked young girls. He was very creepy and touchy and I didn't like him. He was much too rough for my liking, he raped me plenty of times.
But like I said money was tight. I pushed through despite the countless beatings he did.
I worked every night, and came home every Thursday for a little. I was rarely home and my mom wasn't either. Our house was looking like a furnished abandoned home.
"Did you ever have a plan to escape?" The judge asked me.
"Yes, I tried to before." I slouched in my chair remembering that awful day when I got caught.
"I would like to hear that, sweet heart." She smiled at me, genuinely.
I should do italics for the back story. Lemme do that right now. Anyways, how are you guys doing?
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Sabrina the Teenage Prostitute
Teen Fiction"You're under arrest," the big, sexy cop said as he cuffed me and pinned me against the car. I moaned in response. "For being too sexy?" He forcefully shoved me into the door. "For being a prostitute." Fuck. First book I ever finished 😭
