Note: Originally this was called "It's In His Silence" but I deleted it off and after a lot of thought I've decided to repost it. Honestly I don't know why I deleted it in the first place. I was going to actually rewrite this but as I went through all the chapters I've already written I realized that it was already perfect the way I had left it. I have changed a few things, such as the currency. Hope it's enjoyable.

Warnings: I'm only putting this up once. Mentioning of rape. Prostitution, gangs, drugs, violence and a lot of suggestive themes (in later chapters).

Trapped

Chapter 1

Life could easily be compared to a callus of a plant. It may seem small and insignificant but there is a greater beauty.

All flowers start out as a simple seed, just as we humans do in a sense. As seeds we need to be watered, exposed to sunlight and given love to grow, without that a seed would remain a seed and there would be no existence to it.

Now in the world we live in there are a lot of seeds that were never given the chance to grow, or not properly anyway. They grow, but what they become is not a beautiful flower but an ugly weed.

Even amongst the most beautiful gardens there will always be a rotten weed, one that never got the love, water and sunshine to grow and be just like all the gorgeous blossoms around it.

But that is life. There are two separate worlds. Figuratively speaking that is. There is the good side of the planet, and then there is the bad side of the planet. Of course most chose to keep a blind eye to all that was bad, while others sought out to correct it.

They say you could lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink. You can confront all that is bad, but you cannot change what is. You can only accept what is, forget what was and have faith in what will be.

A lot of people couldn't do that. That's why there's so much corruption in this world. So many children are born into this world and are fated to a life of nothing but savagery, drugs, prostitution and immorality.

I am one of those children. Well technically I'm not. I was born into a wealthy family. I lived a life of exhilaration. I had parents that loved me, a large house and all the toys a kid could ask for, but as the saying goes money can't buy you happiness. It is true. Except mine was never bought, it was true happiness.

But it was taken away from me.

I don't know what age I had been at the time, I must have been extremely young, but my family's "business" had started to fall to the ground, which was odd since my dad had owned his own hospital and it had been the best one in the town. I was too young to understand what was happening around me at that age, but now that I'm older I know exactly what had caused the downfall of our family's pride.

Greed and deception.

I don't know the full details of what had happened, but the hospital shut down and along with it; my exhilarating life. Our house was taken from us as well as everything else we owned. My dad had been sued for everything he had left and once we had finally been kicked into a corner my life was just living hell.

Mom always tried to stay positive. But I knew she was failing. She knew it as well, but she still kept a smile on her face and I believe that it was her smile that kept me going.

I kept a smile on my face and remained positive. We may have had nothing but we still had each other.

A year or so afterward the incident just when I thought that things were starting to brighten up, my life had been completely shattered. Mom had been killed. She was the only happiness I had and she had been taken from me. I had thought that life had been hard and cruel before she died, but her smile was what made me think that maybe, just maybe, there was some happiness in this world.

But now that she was gone all my happiness had been taken from me and I had been left a complete hollow mess. Dad had been as well. He had fallen into complete despair. After her death he had stopped speaking to me. He neglected me. There were days when I had gone without seeing his face, without receiving food, without any love and nourishment.

Not even two months after her death had my dad done the worst possible thing ever. He'd abandoned me. Well technically he hadn't. Technically he had sold me to some man to be a slave. Me, a young kid barely even eight years old, sold out to become a slave. And not just any slave. I was to be a sex slave, to carry out filthy deeds; deeds I never knew even existed.

I will never forget the night my father had informed me of me living with another "family".

"Daddy can't look after you anymore" he had said, "I just can't be a good father. I know what I'm doing is wrong… I know that selling you is wrong… but daddy needs the money. He needs to start out fresh and forget about mommy… you understand right?"

"What are you talking about daddy? What do you mean selling me? Why do you have such a scary look on your face? Have I done something wrong?" I remember myself saying, tears brimming in my eyes. "I'm sorry daddy… please don't sell me… please don't leave me… I know you used to be a bad man but I will still love you daddy, just like mommy did… don't leave me… I'm sorry"

"You haven't done anything wrong. Daddy just can't look after you anymore. This is the only option I have. The man who bought you will be here in two days. He wants to personally be the one to fetch you. But don't worry. Daddy won't let some foul man like that take away what you can never get back. Daddy will do that for you… one day when you're older you'll probably hate me for doing this but understand that I'm doing what I think is best for my son"

"What are you talking about… daddy you're scaring me…" I remember saying as I watched, wide eyed, his hands travel down the belt that held his pants up. And I continued watching as he unbuckled the belt and soon pulled his pants down. "I'm sorry" he said before walking towards me and kneeling down in front of me.

I remember him embracing me tight, whispering apologetic words into my ear before gradually taking off the little clothing I had on. I tried to fight back against him. I didn't know what he was doing but I didn't trust that it was anything good. But my attempts had been futile and I had been eventually seated in my dad's lap. At first I had thought that maybe nothing was going to happen and that he just wanted to embrace me, but when I felt something large invade my backside I had let out a blood-curdling scream, one that even scared me, as I felt my insides forcefully being stretched.

"I'm sorry" I remember my dad saying, "But if anyone has to take away your purity, I'd rather have it be me" were the last things I remember him saying before I fell unconscious.

I don't remember anything of what had happened that night, but what I do remember is that two days later a man had indeed come and fetched me. He had handed my dad money, taken me away and that was the last I'd ever seen of the man who'd helped in giving Life to me, the man that had sold me out to be a sex slave just for money, dirty money.

But it didn't matter because I had been completely broken. My life was just meaningless. There was no value to it. I was trained by this man, Hannes, to be a sex slave, or should I say prostitute? He didn't care about my age. He would sell me out to men and allow them to have their way with me. This continued for years, up until this day.

Of course now we work differently. Us prostitutes, yes us since there were many of us owned by Hannes, that were over the age of thirteen were allowed to have a freedom of some sort. We can work on our own, but we had to ensure that most of our profit was given to our "master".

We get 20% while that scheming bastard gets the rest, and it wasn't only that. We aren't allowed to live in his stronghold, but we are still his "prizes" as he likes to say.

We had to find our own way of living, and with the little money we made, it was near to impossible. Most of us lived on the streets. But others were smart enough to put their hard earned cash together and get a small, shitty apartment to live in.

I was one of those smart people.

Ever since I had been one of Hannes's 'whores' I had been friends with a boy named Armin who had been here since he was young, but had only actually started selling his body the same time as me. He was a shy kid. He looked fragile and just didn't fit the role as a prostitute. Not only that but he was pretty smart as well. All he'd ever dreamt of was getting to learn. But here in these slums education was poor. It wasn't like we could afford it anyway.

Armin and I had saved up enough money to buy a small little one bedroom flat. It was really crap but at least it had running water and electricity, which we were very sparing about since we had to still pay for it. We'd managed to get food into our stomachs every night. But sometimes things were tight. We would have to do many bad things just to make a decent living, things we'd kept secret from our owner. See we only worked at night. This was when we were monitored by Hannes, but during the day we were allowed to do what we wanted. We occasionally sold our bodies during the day to earn cash.

Honestly, I live a pathetic life. But as much as I hate it I don't want to give up on it, because no matter what there will always be a light at the end of the tunnel and I knew that one day I would find that light and escape from this rotten underworld and stand out in the light, smiling a real smile.

"Eren, it's time to go. We can't be late. Hannes might give us a serious beating like last time if we are." I heard Armin say, his voice pulling me from my train of thought. "I know." I mutter out as I get up from the tatami on the floor. "Better get there before Chirsta or Sasha. Last night they took all the good paying perverts and we hardly made anything." I say.

Armin chuckled, the sound making me smile. I know that the life I lived was a shitty one, but there were some things that always brought a smile to my face, the pureness in others.

I know I lost my purity, and although Armin was still a prostitute, he was pure at heart and always would be.

"You're right. Let's go."

After leaving our small, sorry excuse for a living space, we went down to the street that we always worked on. The sun was already setting and the street slowly filled with the bleakness of sable night. Cars would start driving past, stopping here and there to grab whatever prostitute they desired, take them somewhere closed off, fuck them in their car and then bring them back and be on their merry way.

I had a feeling that tonight would be a very busy night.

"Be sure to make a lot tonight! I'm counting on you." Armin said as he went over to his usual spot. Today he'd decided to wear a lot of fishnet, which was good because that way he'd attract more attention towards himself. And I know that it isn't actually a good thing, but we were prostitutes that lived in the "underworld". What was seen as bad to the good was seen as good to the bad.

I never wore such things though. I always went with black tights and a loose fitting shirt that was always unbuttoned at the top. I probably looked like a plain kid, but I did get quite a few hits.

I was so immersed in my thinking I had failed to notice where I was walking and ended up bumping into someone, leading me to fall on my flat on my ass, which was quite painful considering one of my customers last night had been pretty aggressive and extremely large.

"Sorry!" I immediately apologize, ignoring the slight zing I felt in my backside as I got up and looked at the person I'd bumped in to, trying not to show the pain that fall had caused, "I should have paid aten-" I started but the man had just given me a blank look before walking away.

I turned around to stare at his back, suddenly feeling angry about the man not even staying to listen to my apology. "Well fuck you too asshole!" I shouted after him before walking away and quickly making my way to my spot. Who they hell was that anyway? I'd never seen him before. 'Must be a newbie or something' I thought to myself, "Whatever. I don't care…" I said just as the final bits of the sun disappeared, leaving us there in the vindictiveness of the night.

The worn out lamp posts lit the motorways and avenues showing the way for cars and people. It was just enough though because soon cars rode past and the headlights provided us with enough light to make out who our customers were, and what we were getting ourselves into.

I just had a feeling that tonight was going to be a busy one.

And there's chapter 1! Honestly I was only going to post this once all my chapter have been fixed by both me and my new beta but I felt really bad about not updating Strengthen Me (Because chapter 6 is taking forever and literally killing me) so I decided to put this up instead. Well hope you enjoyed it. And those that are reading SM I do apologize for the delay! I'll try to have it up by the weekend. As for this story, well it all depends on review and if ya'll want me to continue this or not.

Hope you enjoyed it

Ciao~