Amber's Story

It was cold the day that you walked to slavery.

Funny, but you never thought you would ever do a thing like that. Even when you found out about the debt, you always imagined that you would find a way to deal with it. You'd get a job or there would be a miracle or something would turn up.

But it never had and now things were ****. You swallowed, nervousness dogging your steps all the way from the home that you shared with your boyfriend towards the arranged meeting place. It was all set up. You'd signed the contracts, you'd agreed both verbally and on paper. Everything was taken care of but for the month itself.

A month.

One month of being a ****. One month where you would do anything that you were told.

A shiver passed through your body. You carefully drew a stray blond hair from the front of your eyes. You shivered. It was cold because you were wearing your college uniform. The same one that you wore every day. it was tight, hugging your body. You'd always liked how it showed you off but now today. The short skirt left little to the imagination when combined with a flurrying breeze, and your face was already red just from walking down the street.

Adam was already gone. He'd gone earlier that day. You'd hugged him and kissed him, lingering over him one last time before the two of you departed. It would be a month before you saw each other again. During that month, you would be totally at the mercy of the three people who had bought you. Your bullies from school, though it had gone far beyond mere bullying now.

It was nearly time. You just had to go to where they had directed you, to be collected.