Prologue
The rods that hit her face were as hot as her own tears streaming down her cheeks. Soon she would be engulfed in her tears, and the burning hot rods would hit whenever she felt safe. One to the cheek, she would cry and scream loudly, praying in her mind, god please send someone to help me. Her screams and sobbing died down after an hour, by then the rod was heated once again and she would be hit in the nose. Again she would plead, scream, and sob. She had nothing to live for. She had no self respect. All were taken from her, and burns and broken bones were replaced instead.
The sadistic slave traders laughed at her tears and screams. They watched and pointed at the twelve year old, screaming and begging for mercy, hope in her voice. Ignoring her pleas, they would hit her again, and again, until the poor girl was unconscious. Totally defenceless, they left her, blood pouring from her ears, tears still streaming down her face, the only thing keeping her body warm.
Half awake and half asleep the slavers dragged her off to a secluded area. She could grasp what was happening the first time they abused her, but she then understood. The slavers would chat with one another, but she could hear them, the blood still poured from her ears. They drugged her once they brought her to a unique room, with only a mattress and some shackles, but only enough to not be able to fight back.
After four hours of torture she was dragged back to her cell in shackles. Her face burned and she could do nothing but cry. The slavers refused to feed her until she stopped crying all together. They called her cruel words, hurting her self esteem. Things like, whore, slut, and gypsy bitch.
She looked at the other cells, most empty, except a few girls and little boys who were kidnapped. Some girls were twenty, or as young as ten, the boys however ranged from the age five to seven. They all got treated the same, teaching them not to run, or you will die.
But the only thing different from her and the other slaves, was that she wasn't kidnapped. She was sold, by her own blood, the only man that she idolized. Her father.