17 Seventeen

He had me down on the floor, preparing my body, leaving marks everywhere, especially my neck, then finally he grabbed my panties, one hand making its way down to my intimate area touching the place with his fingers and he gave me one final look. I closed my eyes tight, just when he was about to pull my underwear off his phone began ringing loudly.

I felt his hands retreat, I felt him stand up and leave. After I felt he was gone I just curled up on the floor with my eyes still closed. My heart racing.

He said he wouldn't do it but he was going to. He said he wouldn't!

But... Who am I kidding?

I'm a slave. I'm a nobody.

I clasp my hands together over my chest. It felt so empty. There was nothing to make me feel safe. I didn't even have the ring I wore as a necklace anymore.

It was always with me until I was sold off.

I wonder if it's still there at the orphanage.

I really wish I had it with me right now. It feels so cold.