-2 years ago-

"My sweet sweet little child. Don't you worry about a single thing. We will take care of you. Dont worry." The women in the front seat spoke softly to me and I screamed and cried for my mother.

"My dear come here. Let me hold you." The woman seemed nice enough. I just needed to be held.

Sure my mom wasn't the nicest, most caring or supportive person in the world but she was there. Dad had left me when I was 4 grab his stuff, kissed my head, said he was sorry and left. Never to be seen again.

I crawled into her arms, she smelled like warm vanilla and chocolate donuts. She was fluffy and soft against my bony frame. I looked up at her eyes, I could see the love and adoration in them. She gently kissed my forehead and pulled me into her. I snuggled into her softly and soon fell asleep tears still dripping down my face.

The next morning I woke up to screams. Blood curtailing, toe curling screams of pain. I shot up only to find the woman that had lulled me to sleep staring at me viciously. Her eyes once full of adoration and love were now full of hatred and loathing. "Good morning" she said wickedly.

I choked out a sob noticing my neck was held by a iron bar that wrapped around my neck, my hands were bolted to the wall as were my feel. I was hanging off the wall. The feet were a few feet from the floor. I was naked.

"What's happening?" I sobbed to her. "Why am I here?"

"Because. I am here to take your precious little body and turn it into the greatest weapon of all time. You will be my little minion slave." She evilly laughed and walked towards me. She reached out her hand and drug her nails across my bare body.

"Why? What did I do? What do you mean weapon?" I screamed my questions at her. She laughed and walked away. Her high heels clicking as she walked against the asphalt.

Not to long after a man came in with what looked like leather strings tied together in a knot at the end. He didn't even look at me. He just began to hit me as hard as he could with it. The leather straps would smack my skin and make me scream. "Count them!" He yelled at me. Then hit me again. "One!" I screamed in pain. Hit "two!" Hit hit hit "five!" I was sobbing at this point. He had whipped every part of my body. My breasts, my stomach, my vagina, my legs. I felt the trickling of blood down my legs.

"Your pathetic you slave." He sneered at me. "What's your name?" He asked walking over to the wall I was hanging on.

"Stella." I whimpered. He smirked at my response and pressed a button. Almost immanently I felt the iron around my neck tighten. I wiggled and wiggled feeling my air way begin to close.

"What was that you said?" He snickered. I cried. " that's right. Your name is slave." The tightening stopped. He stomped right in front of me and looked at me with those big black eyes and asked "What's your name?"

"Slave." I said. He smiled