A/N I know I didn't finish my last story and I do feel bad, but I just lost all my mojo for it. This story has been circling my brain for months and I didn't want to start it before I finished Finding Bella, but I'm hoping that by getting this one out of my system it will clear the way for that one…so to speak.

This story is quite different and contains abuse and should probably have an MA rating but they don't have it. So before you continue…be warned.

You know that saying 'out of the frying pan and into the fire'? Well, never has that statement been more appropriate for me than it is today.

Can you run away from home at twenty one? My guess is probably not, but since I wasn't allowed to leave the house to work or go to college since mom married the asshole, I'm gonna say I ran away. Since running from my abusive stepfather and indifferent mother I had been living rough for three weeks. It was…hell. Then I met Jose, he seemed like such a nice genuine guy, and I had met so many fucking assholes on the streets that I foolishly jumped at the opportunity when he offered me a place to stay in exchange for working for him.

He didn't even seem to mind how painfully shy I am when usually that's what irritates people about me. It frustrated my mother no end.

He said he would give me a well payed job that would get me back on my feet in no time. Jose never said what the job was or what he actually did for a living, but he was well dressed and seemed to have money so I believed him. He set me up in a crappy but clean motel for a month and bought me clothes and food, saying my 'job' wasn't ready yet. Little did I know he was just getting me as deep as possible into his debt, ensuring I owed him and couldn't afford to pay him back.

He was so nice to me I was wholly unprepared when his attitude changed. He simply called this afternoon and told me I would be working tonight. When I asked what I would be doing he just smirked at me and threw a bag to me and said it was my 'uniform'.

I watched him, wondering if I had done something to cause this change in his behaviour around me, he seemed angry. I know I'm not the most likeable person, I've been told on many occasions by my mother and her various boyfriends that I am irritating and stupid so I try my best to stay out of the way as to not annoy people.

I opened the bag and gingerly pulled out what I was expected to wear for work. I had assumed I was going to be a waitress or shop assistant or something similar but I blanched when I held up the scrap of red material I was to wear.

''I can't wear this.'' I choked.

Jose's face darkened furiously and he advanced on me in the small motel room causing me to stumble back in fear. I recognised that expression, I have seen it on many faces and it never failed to terrify me. ''You'll wear whatever the fuck I tell you to wear,'' he spat at me, ''and you'll do whatever I tell you to do. Do you think it was cheap putting you up in this place for weeks on end? Feeding and clothing your lazy ass. Buying you that damn medication that costs an arm and a leg.''

What could I say to this? He had looked after me so I suppose I did owe him. And anyway if I didn't work for him how would I survive? I barely survived for the few weeks on was on my own there's no way I would make it on my own. I can't even get a job without having an address and I have no money at all to feed myself or buy my shots.

With a defeated sigh I knew I had been trapped by Jose, I was in his debt now and didn't see any way out. ''Wh…what exactly will I be doing?'' I manage to whisper.

''What all my girls do, of course. You'll be fucking and sucking guys to make me money.''

Oh god no. I blanched, no way. ''I…I can't do that. Please, I'll get a job…anything, just please…don't make me do that.'' I could hear the tremble in my voice as tears of hysteria threatened. I think I may have blacked out if it was for the sharp sting I felt on my cheek.

It took a moment to realise Jose had slapped me across the face and was now bending down so he could look me in the eye. ''Listen to me, bitch. You will fuck whoever I tell you to fuck…starting with me. I like to test out the merchandise before I sell it on. Now take your clothes off we haven't got all night.''

Jose motioned for me to strip but I just couldn't. I clutched at my shirt in case he tried to remove it himself. ''No you can't, I can't…I…I've never…before, I'm a…'' I was stammering so bad I couldn't even string a coherent sentence together but I think Jose understood what I was trying to say as he stopped unbuckling his pants to look at me. Cocking his head to the side a slow, sick smile spread across his face. In the name of god how had I not seen how evil this man was before?

''You're a virgin?'' he sounded so hopeful I wanted to deny it. This couldn't be good. I gave a jerky nod and tried to back up further away from him but I was now pressed against the wall with nowhere to go. My heart felt as though it would beat right out of my chest at any second.

He laughed. The sick fucker actually laughed with glee. ''Oh Anastasia, you just made my day. Do you have any idea what someone will pay me to fuck a virgin?''

I think at this stage I was in mute shock and found myself shaking my head dumbly. ''A lot more than what I get for a manky, used whore. That's for certain.'' He backed away as his eyes took on a calculating look. I felt like a mouse caught in a trap.

''So, what have you done? Surely you've given blow jobs? Or let some horny kid finger you in highschool?'' at my head shake he laughed. ''What are you, frigid or something?'' I didn't answer that one. I don't think he'd appreciate me telling him I didn't want to be like my mother.

Jose clapped his hands together once. ''Right here's what we will do, you take your clothes off, I want to have a good look at you. Then I'll show you how to give a decent blow job. After that you'll get dressed, I know a place we can go, where all the rich fucks live and one of them can fuck you tonight. Then I'll bring you back here and I can fuck you myself.''

He said this in such a business-like manner I just stood gaping at him. Surely this is a nightmare? This cannot be happening to me.

Jose snapped his fingers in my face, ''c'mon we don't have all night.''

Seeing my reluctance to move he started to forcibly remove my clothes, all the while ignoring my whimpering and pleading. He roughly removed my underwear and laughed at my attempts to cover myself with my hands.

''You won't be so modest for long, once you've had a few cocks in you being naked in front of guys will just all be a part of the job. Now, get on your fucking knees''

I felt like I was going to be sick. When I didn't comply Jose roughly pushed me to the ground. I wanted to curl up in a ball and die. This couldn't be happening, it couldn't be happening. I left home to escape this happening to me only to find myself in a much worse situation.

The sight of Jose coming towards me with his penis in his hand was petrifying. I had never even seen one before but that didn't mean I didn't know what was about to happen. I screwed my eyes shut and clamped my jaws tightly.

''You can close your eyes if you want but you will open your god damn mouth, and if you bite me I will beat the fucking shit out of you. Understand me bitch?''

I whimpered as Jose grabbed my hair and forced my mouth open. And when he forced me to take him into my mouth I just wanted to disappear….

A/N Too much? I didn't want to go into too much detail about Ana being abused but I think the story needed this. Let me know what you think…even if you hated it…

If people really hate it I won't continue it, well I will but I'll keep it to myself and not post it.

Next chapter will be in Christians POV