The World I Know

A/N So….um, Hi! This is my first fan-fic. I have been reading Twilight Fanfics for a few years now, and I'm finally finding the balls to post myself. So before we go further, a few things…

I don't own Twilight. None of it. That's all Stephanie Meyer. I wish I owned PFach though. Any similarity to actual events or people is strictly coincidental.

This story is dark, filled with angst and not a happy story. Not to say there won't be some sort of HEA…but that is depending on your point of view ;) This is a story about human trafficking and sex slavery. Specifically child slavery. I was to do this subject justice. I'll try not to be too graphic, but there will be some horrible things that happen. Hence the M rating. Please be warned.

Prologue

Katherine Marie Mason loved ice cream.

As would any normal ten year old. She loved it so much, that when vacationing in Italy with her mother, she nearly screamed when she saw her first gelato café. Kate, as her parents called her, begged her mother to buy her some. She had always wanted to try the ice cream of Italy. And so, on a warm day in September, young Mrs. Mason took her one and only daughter into a café in Italy.

That decision would cause the future Mrs. Mason to shed tears any time she saw a carton of ice cream.

` It is said that two children are sold into slavery every minute. These children are forced into pedophile rings that span the globe. They are photographed, abused, used and lied to. As they grow older and "age out", they are either moved to alternative sex rings, or murdered. They never see their families again. They miss their childhood. They never again feel the healing touch of their mother, or a kiss from their father. Their families may search for them, if they didn't sell them into slavery to begin with. But many of these children are never heard from again. After time, their stories are forgotten. Their names but a whisper on the lips of those that still think of them.

And then there are those that are saved. Like that of a 13 year old boy from India, found in Thailand, 7 years after his parents sold him in order to pay a debt. He had been raped and beaten and used for labor.

A child from Armenia, rescued in France from a prostitution ring. She was only 5 years old.

And a young girl taken from café in Italy. Stolen from her mother in broad daylight, by a vile group of men. She was drugged and taken to Austria. She spent the next 2 years being passed along to various "clients" around Eastern Europe. She was sexually assaulted, forced into sex acts, while either filmed or photographed. And just before the girl turned 12, before she could "age out", she was sold again. And shipped…to the United States.

It is Ironic that, in a country known as The Land of the Free, this girl experienced the worst of her captive hell. Powerful business men, politicians, your next door neighbors. People you would never think twice about, buying a human being. A child. A slave. She had become nothing more than a slave. She stopped smiling. Stopped crying. Her tears had run dry. There was nothing left anymore. She was empty. She no longer prayed to a God that wouldn't listen.

And almost 10 years to the day that she had been stolen from her mother's embrace, God finally answered her prayer. In a small town in Washington, local law enforement raided a home finding drugs, stolen money, and a criminal named James Devaraux. Mr. Devaraux, hailing from New Orleans, was in the business of buying and selling. Drugs and people. For in the basement of that house, as a young Officer Black discovered, there was a young women of almost 20. Chained to a wall in a dungeon-like room. Her clothing ripped and soiled. She sat atop a mattress, which was covered in blood. The room was empty, minus a few clothes scattered about, and what appeared to be a stuffed dog in the corner. This was what her life consisted of. This was the world she knew.

A/N

*peeks out from corner* So, are you still with me? lol.

I want to thank the amazing Kharrizmatik for giving me the idea for this story. If you are living under a rock and don't know who she is, she is the author of the one and only Emancipation Proclamation. That story owns me, and the work she does to help stop Human Trafficking is amazing. Khar, I bow to you.

If you feel so inclined, I'd love to hear what you think so far. The first chapter is almost done, and should be up in a day or two. Any thoughts or critiques I will gladly take. Thanks for reading.

Oh! And I don't have a Beta, so any mistakes are mine. (or my husbands, I did have him read this first lol)

Much Love, Star