Most people can say their childhood was filled with good and bad moments, happy and sad memories. Some are better then others. Some children face situations that traumatize them for the rest of their lives. Sometimes these events are so catastrophic that they make up the child's personality. Sometimes things go on for a long time, like verbal or physical abuse. Other things, like a death or a sudden divorce can happen without any warning to the child and dramatically affect them. I am one of these children. Someone who has had something happen to me so terrible that I can hardly picture what a true childhood could be like. Things have happened to me that should happen to no human being, especially not in this day and age. Days when strict laws and elite police forces exist.

Some of you may be able to relate to some of these things… Others of you cannot possibly imagine how horrible they can be. I forewarn you now, dear reader, that if you continue onto the next part of this story you will read about things you could hardly imagine in your most horrific dreams. People so awful that every childhood fear would seem like the hero. This is not a story for the young or the squeamish. For the immature or the close minded. You have been warned about the evil on these pages, and now you may continue on to see just what I have in mind.

A death in the family can be so much more then hard on a child. Losing a parent would be a fate no one here wishes to imagine. Unless you have lost someone close you cannot imagine the pain that someone who has must go through. The sorrow, the hurt, and the guilt. The thought that maybe, if you were there, that you could have saved that person. I haven't lost any one person in my life, but two. My mother and father have both left this world and thus leaving me with my grandparents at a fairly young age. I believe I was four years old, and completely devastated. I think it was better for me because I was so young, I hadn't really gotten to know my parents and therefore have little memory of them. If I had been with them I probably wouldn't have endured all the pain and suffering that I faced.

Life with my grandparents seemed hard at first, but I quickly got used to it. They began training me to be a supreme shaman, which required a lot of hard work. They'd often get me to do simple household chores which, in a roundabout way, improved my strength as a shaman. Soon I learnt how to sweep, vacuum, wash dishes and tend to a garden. It wasn't that difficult of work, I was very capable of doing it, and it also quickly became routine. I quite enjoyed my life living with my grandparents, they were good and experienced at raising children.

I recall them telling me I was going to marry a boy my age named Yoh. When I was young I thought of this as sort of a fairy tale thing. I was like a princess getting married off to a prince in another kingdom, but as soon as we'd meet we'd instantly fall in love. I enjoyed watching Disney films such as Sleeping Beauty, my idea of what my life was going to be. (Apart from the getting pricked with a spinning wheel and falling into a deep sleep.) When I lived with my grandparents I had the closest thing to a childhood that I could have gotten.

There were some things about my life that were a little shaky, even though I was unaware of them. My grandparents barely had enough money to support themselves, let alone me. Putting me through school was expensive and my grandparents became incredibly low on cash when I was six, almost seven, that they couldn't afford to look after me. After extensive research on their part they found an extremely wealthy man in his mid thirties that was willing to pay them a large sum of money for me, and put me through expensive school and give me everything I needed. The only catch was that I was to do some chores for him to help him out. After getting to know the man and seeing that this seemed like a good deal, they reluctantly accepted and I was sent to move in with him.

I know his looks all too well. He was tall with wavy blonde hair, spoke in a thick German accent, had broad, muscular shoulders, and had a smile that could convince anyone he was an angel with. To my experience he's far from that, but first impression are often different to what people truly are. His name was Mikal, I know it well. I remember our first meeting. I had a Disney princess backpack with all my toys in it and one of his other servants came out to take the rest of my things. All I brought with me were my toys and some special belongings, for he said I had a beautiful room and stunning clothes waiting for me.

When he first saw me I remember him coming towards me with a smile on his face. I was happy too, for all I knew I was going to live like a princess in a big house after all. I had dreams of playing for hours with other children and their many toys, being called for expensive dinners and maybe doing the dishes after. Being sort of like a family. Being over six feet tall he had to crouch down a greatly to my level.

"Hello Anna." he said as his smile widened.

"Hewo." I replied sheepishly.

"Would you like to come inside and see your new room?" he asked in a cheerful tone, and I nodded vigorously. I said my goodbyes to my grandparents, and they promised they would come back and get me soon, but that I was to be a good girl for now. I agreed to this, being the child that I was.

Mikal led me into a great entranceway with a ceiling that was trying to touch the sky. I tilted my head back, stared at the magnificent artwork, and wondered to myself how someone managed to get way up there to paint. I climbed stairs for what seemed like an eternity, and imagined I was a princess being led up to a tall tower where I was to await my prince to come to my rescue. I had no idea how real this was to become.

My new room was beautiful. I had a pink canopy bed in the centre, which only added to my fantasy. On a desk sat a computer, something I had only used a couple of times at school. There were shelves filled with books and movies, and as I looked around, I noticed a TV that was all my own. There was a large chest, which, upon opening it, I discovered it was already half filled with new toys for me. There was also a large wardrobe filled with new clothes for me to try on. Now I wish I had held onto that joy I felt for I wasn't going to feel that good again for a long time.

Once I was cheerful and my guard was down, it was Mikal's turn to strike.

"Anna, I need you to do something special for me." he announced.

"Okay, what is it?" I replied nervously. Mikal unzipped his pants and began pulling them down.

"What are you doing?" I inquired, getting a little scared at this moment.

"Showing you what I want you to do." he explained in a way I did not understand. He pulled down his pants and boxers all the way and then removed them, exposing to me something I had never seen before. I stood there and gaped, wondering what his intentions were and why he was showing me this private part of his.

"Touch it." he ordered me. Instead of reacting I just stood there continuing to stare… Still confused at what was happening to me.

"Touch it Anna." he repeated and I snapped out of my trance.

"Wh…Why?" I stuttered.

"Because I told you to, and it'll make me feel good. Don't you want to make me feel good?"

"I… I guess…" At my words he gently grabbed my wrist and led it to his penis, placing my hand on his shaft. It felt warm and a little damp, and the skin on it felt strange…

"Mmm, that's good… Now run your hand along it." I was told. Without speaking I gingerly took my hand and moved it along his shaft up to the head, then back down to where my hand was placed. As I touched him I felt it get harder under my hand and I was quite confused as to what was happening. I also noticed he made more noise when I touched the head and I wondered why that was. I was told to repeat it a couple more times and I followed his commands.

"Okay, not put your hand around it as much as you can." he requested and I followed his orders, not knowing what he might do if I failed to obey. I carefully wrapped my hand around his shaft and slowly moved my hand up to the corona and back down again. I listened to his moans and assumed I was doing a good job.

"Go a little faster." he whispered to me and I yet again obeyed. Soon he was getting ready to cum and his moans increased greatly. I wasn't prepared for what happened next and I had no idea what was going on.

"I'm gonna cum…" he breathed between moans. I had never heard the word cum before and had no idea what he was talking about. He moaned loudly and half screamed as he climaxed, shooting semen out onto my hand. I stopped and examined the gooey white substance that came from him.

"You were a good girl." he said softly and kissed me on the forehead. "You can play in your room now."

And that's what I did. I went into my room and played with my new toys, played computer games on my new computer and made plans about adventuring around this big house and making new friends. The thought about what had happened to me never crossed my mind as I enjoyed my afternoon alone.