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Callie couldn't take it anymore. She was cold, hungry, and low on funds. She couldn't rent a motel room as she had very little money which was trying to save for food. Callie was 17 years old and was living on the streets. She had ran away from her last foster home because she couldn't take it anymore. The junkies, the thieves and the lousy lazy foster parents. She tried to tel Bill but either didn't care or didn't believe so she left.

Callie needed money but couldn't get a job as she did not have a phone or a place to stay. There was one thing she could do but it was not something she wanted to do. It was something someone said to her.

A couple nights ago.

Callie was up, walking down the street. She was hungry so she decided to go to a fast food place because it would have a dollar menu. It wasn't a good neighborhood but out here no one paid any attention to the homeless. Callie was living under some old crates which for having nothing was pretty good. As she walked up the street she watched as some guys stopped and talked to some hookers, paying them for their bodies. Callie was nearing her destination when a tall white guy stopped her.

"Baby where your fine ass going this night?" asked the man.

"To get some food" said Callie.

"I'm sure you are doll, so what's your poison?" asked the man.

"I don't do that, I'm really just going to get food" said Callie.

"Oh baby no need to lie, I smell the stink on you my sweet" said the man.

I need to go" said Callie.

"Oh you'll be back, and if you ever need a real bed, food, and a warm dry place come see again, I'll make you one of my girls" said the guy.

Now.

Callie let out a defeated sigh, she climbed out from under her crates and walked out of the alley only to smash into someone. That person pushed her away.

"Watch where your going you...Callie is that you?" said a voice Callie wold never forget.

"Liam!" Callie gasped.

"Your homeless?" asked Liam.

"Yes, I can't afford a motel" said Callie.

"Do you have a job?" asked Liam.

"No" said Callie.

"Why haven't you gone to a women's shelter?" asked Liam.

"Can't find one" lied Callie.

The truth was Callie didn't know about women shelter's and she heard scary stories about them and she wasn't to eager to vivify them.

"Ok how about this, come stay with me, find a job and use my house as your address and phone, I'll even get you some nice clothes for interviews and wash those filthy rags" said Liam.

"What's the catch?" asked Callie.

Liam smiled giving Callie chills.

"You will be my personal sex slave, you will do what I say when I say it, and you will pay me rent" said Liam.

Callie wanted to say no because it was a horrible trade off and it was Liam but her only other option end up with her as a prostitute trying to obtain her next high. She had nothing to bargain with so she did the one thing she knew she would come to regret. She said yes. Liam smiled then dragged her across the street to a tattoo parlor, he was going to place his name on her arm to mark her as his property.