"Emma" I heard my name being called. I hated it when they'd call my name. I knew something bad was about to happen. "Where are you?" I heard Lindsay ask out loud. I didn't want to answer. But I know that I had to. Otherwise, I'd be punished.

　　"Here" I mumbled, slowly opening the door of my crappy room. At least, I had a room.

　　"Anthony is calling you" Lindsay told me, a cigarette between her fingers. Her make up was smudged on her face. She looked high as fuck. Disgust was everything that I felt towards her.

　　"To do what?" I questioned, trying not to sound rude. I didn't want to get beaten. That's how it works here. Either you obey and live or you rebel and die.

　　"If he's calling for you, you go" Lindsay told me with the usual glare. I sighed and walked out of the room. Lindsay's Blond hair was a real mess. She was just wearing a little skirt and a crop top. Her ass was at display, but here, it was not a problem.

　　My twenty one years old self was Anthony's property. I was his object for five months now. My drunkard of a father took a lot of money from Anthony and he couldn't pay back. The only way he could pay back, was me. My heart still aches when I remember how fast my father was to take the decision to hand me to Anthony.

　　Cruel, isn't it?

　　My eyes drifted to my body. I was wearing a short dress which showed my curves well. I had a tendency to pull down the dress as my ass would show if I didn't. I didn't have any choice. This was the only clothing that was given to me. The other girls here always told me that I should consider myself happy.

　　Happy? For what reason?

　　Because I was Anthony's personal sexual object. No one had the right to touch me, except Anthony. I was supposed to rejoice about that. I internally scoffed at the thought. Anthony's hands on me, always made me want to puke. I followed Lindsay to Anthony's 'office' and waited for her to knock.

　　"Anthony! Your favorite slut is here" Lindsay shouted while grinning at me. This was what I was. I was a slut.

　　"Let her in and go" Anthony's voice was heard. His voice made goosebumps rise on my skin. I wanted to run away. I didn't want him to touch me again. Lindsay opened the door and motioned me to walk in. I stood there frozen.

　　"Walk in" Lindsay ordered. I couldn't move. I knew that in there, was danger. I knew that the same thing is going to repeat. Lindsay clenched her jaws then pulled me in the office, making me stumble slightly. I quickly pulled down my dress as my ass was already on full display. I stood straight, my hands wrapped around myself. My hair fell on my face as I stared at the floor.

　　"Emma" I heard Anthony say from his desk. I was shaking a little bit. I wouldn't get used to this. I would never get used to him touching me. "Walk to me" he ordered. I still couldn't move. I know that I had to. If I didn't want to be beaten, I'll have to. "I'm not going to repeat myself" Anthony said, his voice slightly on the edge. I took a deep breath and took a few steps in his direction. "Look at me" he said. I slowly rose my head. Anthony was smirking at me. He was in his mid thirties. He was wearing a jean and his usual black shirt. Anthony was well built and bald. "You're so beautiful" he said and motioned me to walk closer. I wanted to cry. I still walked to him. He was standing in front of his desk.

　　I was standing in front of him. I could feel his breath on my face. A mixture of beer and weed hit my face. He leant closer. I flinched when he rose his hand and pushed my hair away from my face. One of his hand trailed to my left boob and he squeezed it roughly. I bit my lips to stop myself my sobbing.

　　"Lean on the desk" Anthony ordered.

　　And here it goes again.

　　He moved slightly so that I could get access to the desk. I lean on it. My dress shifted and my ass was as full view. I could feel a tear roll down my cheek as I stared at the desk. Anthony groaned slightly, then pushed my dress upwards. He pushed himself against my ass, making me feel his hard on. I cringed then gulped to prevent the sobbing.

　　Why me?

　　"Damn" Anthony breathed and he slowly pushed my underwear down. I closed my eyes hard, hoping that it was all going to end soon. I could hear him pulling his zipper down. My heart felt heavier. In a fraction of seconds, Anthony plunged into me, making me gasp and sob. I put my fist in my mouth, so that he would hear me cry. He didn't care about the pain that he was causing. All he cared about was his pleasure. He thrusted in and out faster and harder. One of his hand grabbed my hair. He pulled on it, making me stand up slightly as he kept on slamming into me. "You're so Damn good" he said as he grabbed my boobs with his other hand. I knew that I was going to bruise. After a few minutes, he groaned and stilled. I knew that he was done. I felt lifeless and dirty. He pulled out of me and pulled up his pants. I was still against the desk, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Get out" Anthony demanded as he started walking to his chair. I stood up slowly. I pulled down the dress. Not caring about my underwear, I walked out of his office with him still looking at me with a pride grin.