"Did I say you could leave?" He slams me against the door. Daddy is what he has me call him. I'm dressed in a miniskirt, a tube top, and my hot red heels are matching my sharp fake nails. Daddy says it's his mark to our clients. My birthday was yesterday, I turned 14. He makes me stay in Detroit at all times, I don't often get to leave to see my sisters. Last time I saw Becca, she had 2 fresh, black eyes and a broken nose. She's the youngest of them, 12 almost 13 now. I miss her when I'm away, along with the others. Whenever we do see each other it's pure joy. I never know when the next time I'll see them will be. Daddy says he loves me, over and over, before each one of my jobs, but it just disgusts me more each time. I'm not allowed to know his real name nor his age.
"Daddy, please, you can't hit me, I have a job soon. Remember? Your clients like their hoes clean and pure?" "Oh baby, you know I'll just wait till after," he smiles at me. I look away.
Rella in the city
By madmarella
"Did I say you could leave?" He slams me against the door. Daddy is what he has me call him. I'm dressed in a... More
