Alexa's P.O.V.- The event.

I got home from school, my eyes were red and puffy. I hate going home. I know what to expect every day. My parents were broke so they decided to sell my body to strangers. I felt dirty every day, I felt broken. Every cell in me was exhausted. I barely ate anymore. I wasn't living the life of a 17-year-old I was living the life of a prostitute.

I walked in through the front door and I saw a man waiting for me. He turned to my parents.

"Is this the girl?" he asked.

They nodded. My parents didn't care. If they were getting money they didn't care what they were putting me through. I looked at the man and he seemed decent. I didn't understand why he would think it was necessary to go to a prostitute.

I threw my bag down and I went upstairs.

"Alexa, this man has been waiting patiently. Give him band 5." My eyes widened. My parents have different bands for the different prices.

Band 2: $60 for oral.

Band 5: $275 for the request and pain of me.

I'd never had a person wanting band 5 before. I hoped this day would never come. I dreaded those words. I run upstairs, and I cried for a while until my mother knocked on the door.

"Alexa. Are you ready?" I opened. I managed to nod my head. The man walked in. He was wearing latex suit.

"you are my pet. I've paid good money for you. You will please me." I stared at him.

What is he going on about? He walked up to me and he slapped my face. I felt the sting and I whimpered. He walked over to the bed and he commanded me to come over. I obliged. He stared at me. He put my hands in handcuffs and he told me to open my legs. I was on the bed my hands over my head and my legs spread.

He walked over to me and he had a whip in his hand. My body tensed up. He didn't talk much. He walked over, and he spanked my thigh. I let out a scream and he whipped me again. He whipped me four more times before he got bored. He walked over to a lit candle and picked it up. He better not be doing what I think he's doing.

He came towards me and he tilted it, so the wax poured out of it onto my thighs. I screamed. The pain was unbearable.

"Stop doing this, please!" I begged. Tears streaming down my face. I felt the wax stick to my skin and I felt the stinging sensation. I shook my legs and I scrambled off the bed.

He turned around and he held out a knife. He came towards me, before I knew what was going on there was a shooting pain under my rib, I looked down and I could see my blood pouring from the wound. It was deep.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! I pleaded.

I looked at him and he looked at me and smiled. He came towards me and motioned to lick it. I pulled my arms down and I threw my cuffed hands into his face and I caught his nose and he dropped onto the bed. His blood was seeping through the sheets. I jumped off the bed and I fumbled around in his bag and I found the keys to the handcuffs. I uncuffed myself and I dressed myself.

I walked out of the room and my blood was boiling with y parents. My own parents let this happen. The blood from my wound was seeping through my clothes and I saw my mother she came towards me.

"Alexa, what have you done?" She ran into the bedroom and she screamed.

"You were always an ungrateful brat!" She came towards me and she lunged at me, her hands were wrapped around my neck and I could feel my airways closing in.

I looked around frantically and I found a bowl of refreshments next to me on the stand. Inch by inch I reached for it. I felt myself going to black out and with one move I had it in my hand and I brought it to my mother's head knocking her out.

She fell to the floor with thump. The glass shards of the bowl were everywhere, my hands, my arms, her head and my neck. I dropped down trying to catch my breath and my father emerged.

He took in the sight before him and he came running into my direction. I jumped up and y legs took me into my room. I looked at the unconscious man in front of me. I closed the door. But I was too late, my father had already knocked me back, the lit candle hit the floor, it caught the strangers bag and it instantly started blazing.

My father grabbed me, and he threw me hard on the floor, my wound was still bleeding out. I tried applying pressure. My father was shouting but my body was giving up. I crawled away as much as I could when a glimmer of silver caught my eye.

I felt a hard kick pin my down to the floor and I was stopped. My father was on top of me shouting ferociously, he was crushing me. His hard hands shaking me, his words were ringing through my ears, his fists met my face, I could feel the blood escaping my body.

I felt my soul leaving my body. The world was spinning, I felt a wave of courage and I reached on top of me for the glimmering silver object. It punctured my dad before I could even grasp what was happening.

He rolled of me, he ripped it out of his chest and he started bleeding out. This monster was not my parent. My empathy for my parents escaped me when they sold my body to the first man that paid them.

I struggled to get tomy feet. I forgot that the room was ablaze. The room was smoking, and I cougheddeeply. I used up every ounce of energy I had, and I stumbled out of the room.The place was a mess. My mother was conscious. She opened her eyes whichpleaded for my assistance. I stared at her. She was the one who jumped at thefirst opportunity to get money this way. I turned my head and I escaped thebuilding. I collapsed as soon as I was out of there. I felt at peace. I wasdying