Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
For the next five years, I played them for fools. Though schooling was not on the agenda, I convinced one of the moms that it would be beneficial to let us at least learn something so that we would be worth more when we were eventually sent off to the brothel or sold off to some man who was interested in a sex slave which were the only two options for getting out of there once we became too old for their taste.
Surprisingly she liked the idea and convinced the others, enough for them to agree. And so started online classes, which were heavily monitored, of course. None of us used our real names, and I have no idea how they’d set it all up, but it was the first step in my plan; I just needed to get near a computer.
All those smarts that I hadn’t had a chance to use since they’d disrupted my life came back full force, and I sucked up knowledge like a sponge. I still wasn’t sure about my end plan, but I knew I had to escape; only this time, I was going to go about it a different way.
I gained their trust to the point that they’d let me use the computer unsupervised. They had no worries since there were all kinds of security measures on them that ensured I could never reach out to anyone, but that’s not what I needed access for.
I’d learned by then that everyone’s life could be found in their computer or phone or tablet, so as the plan took shape in my head, I plotted and schemed little by little. I was extra sweet to the dad, who was the most tech-savvy of the bunch. The thing about pedophiles is that for all their evil machinations, they’re stupid as fuck.
They’re almost as simple in their twisted minds as the young ones they abduct to torment. Nothing pleases them more than the belief that one of their victims has fallen under their spell. I became very adept at convincing each and every one of them that I was their willing toy. I wasn’t stupid enough to try to play them off of each other, never hinted at wanting to escape or to be anything other than what they wanted.
I learned all their likes and dislikes, and even though it made my skin crawl to be in the same room with them, it kept them away from the younger ones for a while. Each day Cierra Stone was in the back of my mind. I never brought her up, never even let on that I knew about her; in that place, it was best to pretend to be dumb deaf and blind, which I had down to an art.
In the five years, between thirteen and eighteen, I became a master of manipulation. Because of my small stature, I was able to hold their interest for much longer than most, but I knew my time was running out still. Eighteen is when you were shipped off to the brothel in New York, which from everything I’d learned was even worst if that were possible.
So I spent that time putting my plans in motion, and when I had all the information I needed, I waited for an opening. As the time for me to be transferred to the brothel drew near, I put things in motion, and with the help of my acting skills over the years, their guards were all the way down, making it easy for me to make my escape. It helped that the ssibal-saekki, who was tasked with driving me across state lines, decided that he wanted one last taste.
Of course, I’d helped him to think along those lines from the moment I climbed into the back of his truck. When he pulled off in the woods somewhere between Virginia and DC according to the street signs, I saw my chance and took it. I had the good sense not to kill him, but the razor blade I had hidden between my fingers came in real handy. I bet he won’t be molesting anyone else ever again. I’d have loved to be a fly on the wall as he explained to the hospital staff why someone had tried to castrate him in the back of his truck in the woods.
I knew where I was since I’d researched the route on the computer from the moment I learned that my time was up. I feel sick even now thinking about the games I had to play with my abusers to gain that level of trust. So no Jason Thorpe with the shadows in your eyes and a scent that makes me want to have your babies. You most definitely do not want to try keeping those promises I see in your eyes. And I know just how to kill whatever feeling you think you have growing for me.