To a Dark Alley, of course.

The direction you had been given drew you into the city. Away from your home and from everything that you knew. You felt as if you were walking into the mouth of the unknown, the enormity of what you had done was only now dawning on you.

You'd sold yourself.

You'd sold yourself for a month.

You'd sold yourself for a month to your bullies.

Oh god, what sort of things were they going to do to you? They'd already told you that it would be sexual. They'd bragged about it, in fact. Taking pleasure in the fact that you had **** but to agree anyway. Now you were following their directions, walking their path. Putting yourself right into their power.

Why did that idea make you feel so tingly? Why did it keep returning to your mind no matter how you tried to crush it? You closed your eyes, pretending that you were somewhere - anywhere - else. But you always came back to here in the end.

The directions took you to a seedy looking alley in the inner city. You blinked, looking down at the paper you'd been given and then back at the alley. Surely, there was some mistake? But no, this was the place.

Slowly, unsteadily, you began to walk forward. The darkness of the close-pressed walls shrouded you and you gave a little shiver. No sooner had you gone too far to turn back than a voice called out.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Amber. Come to pay your debts, have you?"

A figure stepped out of the darkness before you. He was tall and muscular, with blond hair and an intense face. Trevor was his name and even though you had been expecting him, you took a step back at his presence.

"Not going to run away already, are we?" Came a voice from behind you. "And we're already having such fun with your boyfriend to."

You grit your teeth, spinning to see that two people bad emerged from the shadows at your back. They were girls your own age. About nineteen, clad in casual jeans and shirts. One of them had dark hair, her eyes were grey and striking. She was tall, with a refined figure and a severe expression on her face. The other was smaller, with ginger hair and freckles. Wild, green eyes gazed back at you with obvious lust.

"What have you done to Adam?" You asked them, though you already knew part of the answer.

"Don't worry," chuckled the dark-haired woman. She was called Miranda, and she was in the same class as you at college. "He's having fun. or at least feeling pleasure. The same sort of pleasure you'll be feeling soon, my dear. Unless you want to back out now?"

"N-no," your breath caught in your throat and you gazed towards the ground. You knew you couldn't afford to back out now. Quite literally. "I'll stay."

"So you're gonna be our **** then?" The red-head laughed. her voice was quick and high-pitched. She was shorter than Miranda, but about as tall as you with a lithe body and a small chest. You didn't know her personally, but you had learned her name from your friends in college.

In obvious contrast to her excited nature, she was called Serenity.

You nodded, unable to make yourself say those words. But that was not enough for Trevor. He stalked forward, and you turned to face him. A tremor of fear passed through your body. You took a step back, and then another. For a moment, it seemed he was content to let you be, but then Serenity and Miranda caught you from behind. You squealed, their arms wrapped around your chest, feeling your breasts through the fabric of your uniform. A crimson flush ran to your face.

"She's wearing a bra," Serenity said with some disappointment. "I was so sure she wouldn't bother."

"I told you," Miranda said with an eye-roll. "You can't just have a slut ready made. You have to break them to it. Of course she wore a bra. She doesn't know that she's a whore yet."

Your face coloured further, anger and embarrassment mixing.

"I'm not a whore!" You said, pulling away from them. You spun, with your back to the wall, you could see the whole group.

"Is that so?" Miranda asked. "Maybe we should give you an order and find out, eh? You remember the terms, right? One month. Your ass belongs to us. As well as everything attached to it, of course. You can end it at any time, but if you do, you get no money. So long as you want that cash, you need to follow every single order."

You nodded, unable to bring yourself to speak.

"Tell me that you understand," Miranda snapped. "Say it."

Your hands balled into fists, your heart was pumping. Fight or flight poured through you. But here and now, there was neither fight nor flight. Just surrender. Submission.

"I understand..." You said softly.

"I'm not sure if she does," Serenity smirked. "Maybe we should test her. Give her an order."

"Here?" Miranda said. "In public?"

"Why not? It's not like she's going to have any dignity by the end of this anyway. What do you think, Trevor?"

"I think it's a good idea," the third member of their team said. Your heart plummeted, and you knew you would now be doomed to endure your first trial.

But what was he going to tell you to do?