Trying to survive. that is how my life has been for the past two weeks. Just trying to survive. I’m going to need food soon or else I’m going to faint.

For the past two weeks I have been on the run. If someone see’s me running on the streets I’m sure to get taken away and be brought to a dominant. I had a dominant. His name is Adam. I was his for a total of 48 hours. Then I ran away. I couldn't stand the constant whippings and punishments. So I planned an escape. It was not as complex as I thought it would. The escaping part was easy. This part is the hardest. I can’t trust anyone. I also have to find food and not get caught. I knew Adam had people looking for me so I had to be careful.

I have only been to one dominant home, which was Adams. Before I lived in a home for girls. When each girl turned sixteen they were brought to a dominants home where they would stay doing every bidding of their dominant. Some girls are lucky and they get very nice dominants, but if you're unlucky, like me you get an abusive one.

I have to keep moving or Adam’s search party will definitely find me.

I pick up the pace, in fear of Adam finding me. The weather is cold and I’m barely wearing any clothing. I feel my body getting number and number.

My whole body stops and I instantly smell the one thing that could keep me alive right now. Food. The smell is torchering me and making my stomach grumble.

Before I even know it. My legs are leading me to the smell.

I make my way around the corner and see a bakery. I look on the window and see that It is filled with sweet bread and cake. I need to find some way to get the food. I have not eaten in a week. But I don’t want to cause a scene and enter in the front.

I walk around to the back of the small bakery and fortunate for me the door is open.

I step inside and enter the kitchen. The whole room is filled with bread. I take as many bread rolls as I can fit it my shirt. I sit down in the corner and eat the bread trying to stuff every bit of it in my mouth.

The kitchen is warm and I want to crash here for the night but there is no sense in doing so. The bakery obviously belongs to someone and they would definitely find me.

“You little bitch!” an unknown voice screams from the door of the bakery.

I turn around with my mouth stuffed with bread.

“You can’t just take my food when you feel like it!” His eyes were bloodshot red and his unshaven beard was a jumbled mess.

“Hmm, you need to be put in your place! Men would be happy to buy a submissive like you.” He roughly grabs my arm and pulls me toward him.

Smack.

His hand connects with my cheek making all the bread come out my mouth.

“Fucking bitch.” He mumbles

The man roughly grabs my arm and leads me outside. I try and fight back but there is no use. The man has a good grip on my arm. He throws me into a back of a dirty old pick up truck.


I feel my whole body crumble to pieces. I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know what he wants to do with me. The guy looks like a junkie.

The car ride is terrible. I can’t see anything but I know this guy is going over the speed limit. The truck keeps bumping up and down.

My eyes are slowly closing I feel my body shutting itself down. I want to scream, yell and throw something, but nothing good will come out of that. my whole body is shaking in fear. usually have a plan, but this was not part of it.

Notes

yeah this is the 1st chaoter I'm warning you guys its goign to kinky soon so prepare yourself! And in way to condone or glorify abusive relationships!

xoxo,sydni