Lily's POV

You might be wondering were I am. Well, I know I'm somewhere in Germany. I know I was taken from my home 5 months ago. I know there is a man waiting for me to do unorthodox things to him. I know that if I don't do these 'dirty' things, that the man who took me away from my home will beat me. I know every time I do these 'dirty' things, I feel sick inside.

I know I miss my freedom.

This is all I know.

"Whats taking so long? Go in there and do your job!" said the evil man. He grabbed my shirt. "This man is willing to pay 100€ just for you give him a blow job, so go fucking do it!" he said, letting to of me.

I closed my eyes "Yes sir..." I said walking into the room.

I wanted to disappear.

"I hate my life." I said to the mirror. I started to brush my teeth, feeling disgusted. I wished I was back in my brothers arms in Switzerland. Not here, forced to do sexual favors for weird men. Atleast I'm still a virgin. It's been that way for a while, am I hope it stays that way.

I walked out of the bathroom, and went to the basement were I slept. There was another girl who slept down here with me. Her name was Elizaveta Héderváry, she's 18, and she was from Hungary. She was so nice and cheerful, despite her situation. She was token from her home a year ago. But she always gave me hope. Also, me and her started a escape plan three weeks ago. Every day, we would steal a few euros from our pimp Nick, and we would stash them somewhere he would never find it. He would never notice because we only took a little each day. Right now we have 84 euros. Our goal is to get 270. Then, when the coast is clear, we run away.

But there was still a problem. We didn't have any passports. We know we couldn't go to the police, because they wouldn't believe us. It happened to another girl. She was sent back to Nick, and he beat her so bad, she almost died. Elizaveta doesn't have to worry because her country is in the European Union, while mines isn't.

So what we were thinking was to run to Austria (She knows someone who lives there), and then once we get to there, I call my friend to pick me up. Then I can go home, and I won't have to deal with Nick ever again. Also Elizaveta promised to keep in contact with me. She is really nice. She's what keeps me going, and she gives me hope.

"Lizzie, I'm so tried." I told her. She smiled "Me too, lucky we don't have to work in till late tomorrow." she said. I felt bad for her, because she had to have sex with the men. But soon we both will be free. Soon.

The next day I heard the most shocking news from Nick.

"A man is paying 400€ for you to have sex with him." he said with a evil grin on his face.

What he just said was my worst nightmare. "W-What? No, Sir, please, don't make me!" I cried. I didn't want my first time to be like this. I really didn't want it to.

"I don't give a crap on what 'you want' you little slut! You do as I say! Now get ready, he'll be here in a half in hour!" he yelled. I ran to the basement in tears.

"Oh Lily what's wrong?" Elizaveta asked. I told her what happened, and she looked horrified. "Look, I'm going to give you these." she said handing me white pills. "These are ecstasy pills. Take them and the whole process will be much better." she handed me a water bottle. I took two of them a swallowed it. I don't like drugs, but I trust her when she says it will make this easier. And it's better then nothing.

"Here let me help you get ready."

30 minutes later I could feel the drugs kick in. It was weird, being high. But I really don't care. Right now, I don't care about anything.

I walked into the room with the man I have to have sex with. If Brother knew this, he would kill him.

But I don't care.

The man was young looking. About the age of Elizaveta, which was weird. Why would he want to have sex with a 13 teen year old?

But I don't care.

I laded down on the bed. He started to touch me.

But I don't care.

He started to but his hands in areas my brother said that 'no one should touch'.

But I don't care.

He was telling me how hot I was.

But I don't care.

He started to pull down my underwear.

But I don't care.

He started to have his way with me.

But I don't care.

I started to feel blood running down my thigh.

But I don't care.

I felt him inside me.

But I don't care.

I headed him moan.

But I don't care.

I felt him stop.

But I don't care.

I felt him leaving my body.

But I don't care.

I felt him get off of me and say "Thanks for the fuck".

But I don't care.

I felt him put money in my bra, and he said that was for just me.

But I don't care.

I watched him leave.

But I don't care.

I sat there. I felt like trash. I felt abandoned. I felt dirty. I felt sick. I felt like a whore.

But guess what?

Right now, in this moment,

I don't care.

A while after the drugs wore off. I felt nice to be back as my old self. I was so different on drugs. I also feel weird not being a virgin. I feel as if someone took something from me.

Elizaveta told me that everything would be fine.

"Don't worry, just a few more weeks and were out of here." she told me. That's when I remembered the money.

"Oh yeah, the dude gave me money, but just for me." I said, pulling it out of my bra. It was a 150€! "Oh my god! Thats so much money! We're almost at our goal!" Elizaveta yelled. I added 150 and 84 in my head. "We only 36 € left." I told her. She smiled "Soon, we're going home.".

Later that night, when we had to go to the basement as usual. Nick would lock the basement door, so we wouldn't break out.

"Ok, we need to talk more about out plan. Since we should be leaving soon, we got to make sure we know what we're doing." she told me. "Right! Um, but I was wondering, who in Austria do you know?" I asked her.

"My ex-boyfriend lives there. Well, his family. We meet last summer, and when he was about to leave to study, I wanted to go with him. He wanted to go to Switzerland to go to this fancy school. He wanted me to go with him to, so he offered to pay my tuition. So when I got all of my papers in other I moved in with him and his cousin. During the last week of summer, I went back to Hungary to see my parents. Thats when I got token from my home." she explained.

"That so sad." I told her. She signed. "Well, at least when I come back, I'll be in the same grade as him. I'm a year older then him." she said. "But, don't worry girl, we'll be home soon.". "Wait you said he was your ex?" I asked.

"Yeah, the week before we broke up, but we really wanted to be friends. And he said he would still pay for my schooling." she told me. "That's really nice." I said. Elizaveta nodded "Yeah, Roderich Is a very nice person, and polite too." she said. Elizaveta looked liked she missed him, an her friends. We both share the same feelings.