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In The Eyes Of A Slave

14th Master

Lillian POV
I opened my eyes and the sun shone directly into my eyes. I shut my eyes before opening them a black ball blurred my vision, but quickly went away. I got up still sore from yesterday's beating. My so called "Master" got angry over some football(soccer) team losing a game and then beat me with a bat. This was my 14th owner. I've been beaten, raped, gambled you name it. I ran down stairs and started making him breakfast. I heard footsteps and waited for something to hit me.

"Hey you!" I spun around. "Yea you, I'm selling you."
I was not surprised I've been here about 1 and a half months. He's probably bored of me.
"Go get ready!" He commanded. "Maybe you'll look decent by 7:00 if you start now."
I started to run out of the room to get ready.
"FASTER!" He yelled as I ran upstairs.
I got upstairs and looked through my clothes for an outfit. I had many nice clothes no, sluty clothes, but I was only allowed to wear them on "special occasions" that usually consists of me getting raped in the ass by 5 different guys. I'm probably one of hundreds of slaves that hasn't gotten an STD.
I looked through my clothes and finally found a good sale dress. It was black, just above mid-thigh, and showed lots of cleavage. I did my makeup for a half an hour until it was perfect. Then I started curling my hair. After it was curled I put it into a French braid. I found black pumps and put them on. I looked in the mirror and sighed. I looked like a slut there's no denying it. I used to be the virgin,covered up, daddy's little princess, rich girl now I'm not even recognizable. My parents looked for me, but gave up after the 3rd year. I've been a slave since I was 13 now I'm 17 going on 18
in 2 weeks. I've been shipped to 40 countries, I used to live in Montana, USA.
My door swung open revealing my master.

"Lazy Bitch!! Hurry up!! You've got four minutes to get down stairs before I beat your ass!" He shouted. I checked myself again then went to walk out.
"Gosh can you ever be pretty, I'll be lucky to make a grand off you now get in the fucking car!" He yelled as I ran downstairs and into his car.

I hope my next owner isn't a beating one.