Day one; 1800

I stared blankly out my window, willing anyone who happened to pass by to notice me. I felt the tug of my chains and glanced over to see my new master. He wore the finest clothes of the century. I looked down in despair at the bindings on my arms and legs. Today I was sold. I was sold as a slave.

I turned back to the open window of the carriage, but still, no one looked, no one cared. I stared solemnly at the other children, who laughed and played, but it was no matter. I would never be one of them. My mother had sold me to pay the taxes.

I glanced back at my master, who didn't seem to be paying attention to me. I eyed the window, willing it to grow so I could slip through, but it was no use. it was too small. I leaned forward some, feeling my heart ache. Wouldn't someone, anyone ever help me?

The rich can afford slaves like me. I'd been told to my face that I would be an excellent specimen. But I found that to not be in my favor. Rather than being a normal slave, used for hard labor, I would be used for pleasure.

The mere thought alone of what that meant sent chills up my spine. My master had told me that I was the perfect age to begin, and I was not at all looking forward to it.

What's this you ask? You want to know who i am? Well, that question can be answered in many ways.

I am but a mere girl, living in the streets as a beggar. Before that, when my father was still alive, I was of a wealthy home. After that, I lived on the streets with my mother, whom I thought loved me. But it seems I was wrong. Mother made a pretty penny off her little girl, but at what price?Who knows. I will most likely never see her again. Oh, you say I didn't fully answer your question? Please forgive me.

My name is Kim Crawford, and I'm a sex slave.

Authors note: please let me know if you want me to continue!