I ended up in the town centre. I sat on a bench and wondered if it was wise that I ran away. I had very little choice. I did not want to go back to the camp. I did not want others to control me. It would have been easier if I accepted others controlling me. I remember what it was like being a chosen one. It was less complicating and I just had to do what I was told, which meant be a child prostitute. Despite it being less complicated, I was also angry at the Captain. He stole my innocence. He made me addicted to drugs. I did not have a choice.

The fact was I was confused. A bit of me missed the camp and a bit of me was mad at it. It made no difference now, as I decided I will survive my own. I looked at people walking around shopping and working. Could any of them help me? Then the question hit me… Where would I sleep? What would I eat? How was I to survive?

I saw a policeman and walked away from the centre of town. The police were also my enemy now. I had to make sure that none of them seen me. The fact was that I needed Daniel. I had to find him. I knew together we could survive. He would take care of me. So I walked up and down alleyways and back streets looking for him. I knew he wanted me to find him. He said that on the phone. He could have given me a clue as to where he was.

I was now looking for him in the old part of town. It was a run-down area where buildings were shabby and full of graffiti. I was now hungry. This made me mad as I should have taken food from home. I walked to the park, which looked like no one took care of it in ages. I smiled when I saw a water fountain. I don’t think I drank so much water. When I was drinking the water, I could see someone threw out a half sandwich. It looked like it was there for a few days ago. I must admit that I ate it. I know its gross, but it was the best sandwich that I ever tasted.

I continued my look for Daniel. I went under a bridge where lots of people gathered around barrels with a small fire. At first, I was so afraid, but then I noticed that some children were there. This nearly made me cry. Why were some families forced to live under a bridge? I know it was because they were poor. However, it seemed so unfair. It made me feel bad because I never thought about poor people before. Was this the reason why Daniel wanted me to save him? Was he poor?

Where was Daniel?

This teenager spoke to me and asked if I wanted some. I quickly found out that he was talking about drugs. I remembered what it was like getting them out of my body, so I politely said no.

“I can see you have run away,” the teen said, “This life is no life for a Barbie doll like you. What I am offering you is a chance to smile for a bit and have no worries. I am offering you an escape.”

“I have no money”

“The first shot is free. However, they are not cheap. I am offering this to you because you are new here, and you are so young.  If it helps you, then you can always come back when you have money. It is up to you. You can continue walking around in despair or getting some relief”

He took me to his dad that told his son that I was extremely young. I told him that I was 9, but would be 10 in a few weeks. They laughed at how young I was. Then the Dad got serious and said he would be going to hell for this. He told me to show him my hand. Then he took a needle and warned me that I would only get getting a child's doses. I held my breath as I hated needles. He sighed as he injected me with some drug. Then he told me to get out of his sight before people see me.

The teen boy said he would find me a warm corner under the bridge to rest. I was beside a drunk woman with a small toddler who was crying. The teen said it will look like she is my mom, so no one would hurt me. He told me his name was Brian.

The drug was taking effect. The bridge was now moving around me, and I saw pink hearts all over the place. People’s clothes were changing colours and even the babies crying sounded like choir music. I was in heaven and was singing with the baby. I did not care about the camp, my mom or the police. I felt like I was allowed to have no worries and just be myself. I do not know how long I was high. I know at some stage I fell asleep. I know I dreamt about mom and me living together and actually getting on together.

When I woke up, I had a headache and was cold. Everything seemed fuzzy around me as if my eyes could not focus on things or my ears could not hear things. There was a man in nice clothes speaking with the drunk woman. I soon found out that she was negotiating with him on how much sex with me would cost. I could not believe my ears. Why did everyone see me as a sex object? I tried crawling away but the woman held my hand. She was determined that she would earn money. They finally agreed and the man reached down to take my hand. I begged him and told him that I did not want to have sex. I told him I was only 9. He just smiled and said that he bet I was no virgin.

Things went fast then. Brian appeared and waved a pocket knife around. He warned the man to leave as no one would hurt his little sister. He then took my hand and took me back to his dad.

“I am so sorry,” Brian said, “Living down here is hard. So I try to find people and make them want to buy drugs. It helps us eat. I knew you just ran away as your clothes were still clean, so my idea was to make you a drug addict. However, Dad and I felt so bad because you are so young. You can sleep here and be like my little sister. We will protect you and feed you. You can help us earn money.”

Brian gave me a brown paper bag. He told me it was glue and all the children sniffed it. It would make me high. I would get addicted to it, but it was not as bad as the shots I got.

I held the bag. It was a present. The fact that I was allowed to sleep here like a little sister and they would protect me made me so happy. I told them about my mom and the camp. I told them that mom sent me there to behave. However, she did not know I was a chosen one there, which meant I was a whore. I lowered my head as I said I was with lots of men, even a pop star! I was no longer a virgin and most likely had more sex than most people. This was the reason why I ran away, as mom was going to send me back to camp. I told them that I needed to find Daniel.

I sniffed the bag.

Brian’s Dad spoke and said, “You experienced things that no child should. Despite this, we must turn the negative into something positive. You can be a whore down here and help earn your keep. Brian and I will find customers that you can trust. The difference here and the camp is you decide here. You can tell us when you do not want to.  As for Daniel, you will not find him. It will be like finding a needle in a haystack. When he hears a 9-year-old girl is a prostitute down here, he will find you.”

Brian said there was nothing wrong with being a prostitute. I agreed to their offer and Brian pulled me on his lap and started kissing me. He joked and said I still owed him for the needle. I started kissing him and his hands went below my skirt and started feeling me. He smiled and said I had a little girl’s body. Before I knew it, he had his dick out and I felt it. It was big and hard as anything. I do admit that I was fascinated by dicks as they were so soft and yet so hard. I was beginning to breath heavy and the glue was starting to make me high. I told him that he could fuck me. This put a smile on his face. I looked at his dad, who had his dick out as he asked me what about him. I was now high, so I do not remember what I said. I do remember that I was riding Brian’s cock while sucking his Dad. They did not care what other people under the bridge could see. No cops came to arrest us. I must admit that I was happy. I had a dick in my pussy and mouth, which reminded me of why I was born. Life was less complicated now. I was making them both happy!

I must have fallen asleep after the sex. When I woke up, I was just wearing panties. Of course, people that went by me could see me with only panties on, but I did not care. In a way, it was a way of advertising that I was for sale. Brian saw that I was awake and told me that he got the doll for me. He said despite I was selling my body, I should have things that girls my age had. I hugged the raggy doll and thought there may be a bit of hope.

They did not keep their promise of being a family. They were more like my pimps. Already the next day this fat businessman took me in an area that my pimps made for sex. It was still under the bridge, but they made a small area that was secluded by some curtains. There was an old mattress in there. I took the businessman in there and let him fondle my body all over. He loved feeling my pussy. I collapsed on the smelly mattress and the old man continued to explore my body. Then he took out his cock. It was the smallest cock I ever saw. I wondered how he would get that in my pussy. He ordered me to suck him. I did that. I played with the small dick in his mouth. At least he kept himself clean. I knew he felt good as he was moaning and groaning. This was a bit embarrassing as everyone around could hear and knew what was happening behind the curtain. My job was to make him happy, so I looked up to him while servicing his dick and rubbing his balls. It didn’t take him long to cum in my mouth. On his way out, he told me I was the best whore he ever visited.

I went back to Brian and his Dad, only to find another man speaking to them. I was told to take him to the mattress and make him happy. I looked at the two of them in shock and told them I needed to rest. I sat down next to them and held my doll. I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong, as they told me I could say no. This was obviously a lie as Brian’s Dad stood up and pulled me up by my hair. Then he started slapping and hitting me. His punches really hurt and I knew they would leave black and blue marks! I could not stand up as he hit me. I was afraid he would kill me! In agony, I looked around to see if anyone would save me. People were looking, but it seemed like they didn’t care. I was asked if I would go to the mattress. I nodded and managed to crawl behind the curtain.

The man who came with me did not care that I was nearly murdered. He got naked and started feeling my body. I squirmed every time his hand went over where I was just brutally hit. He wanted to kiss me and I let him. Kissing was one of my favourite things to do. He told me it was strange kissing a 9-year-old like this. He had a daughter that was the same age and he would kill anyone who had sex with her. This made me feel worthless, but he did not care. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and thrust his dick into my pussy. He commented that I was as tight as ever. I didn’t bother telling him I was given some injection at camp that ensured I would stay tight. I just groaned every time I felt it being thrust in me. This was another man I could write to my list that I made happily. He was calling the name of God when he was fucking me and calling me rude names. In the end, he did like everyone else. He deposited his sperm in me.

I was now full of sperm. I crawled back to my corner and sniffed some glue. Brian was trying to be his nicest to me, but I ignored him. Brian and his dad were no different than the Captain at camp. They did not care about me. They just saw that I was alone in the world, with no one to protect me. Brian tried to help by telling me just to do as I am told. I didn’t answer him; I just hugged my raggy doll.

I had more breaks at the camp than under the bridge. I had 5 men a day. Some say this is not a lot for a whore, but when you are 9, it’s a lot! The good thing was that most men were nice. They treated me like a goddess that would give them huge pleasures. There were a few things I found out while being a whore. Men looked at my body, and not who I was. They did not want to know about my personality. They just wanted my body. There was no love or feelings in the sex, except lust. I admit that I also enjoyed sex, or at least my body did. It did give my body good sensations. My brain did not like it. I tried to accept this was my fate. Was I meant to be a whore for all my life? After I had sex with a man, I would sit and think about why he paid for a child. Was it because he was insecure about a woman? Did he use a child whore to avoid raping his daughter or an innocent child? Maybe he just liked a flat chested girl. I had a lot of questions, and no one to ask. One question was why people did nothing about a very young girl being pimped out. Was it because runaways had no rights?

Once, when things were quiet, I was told to go to the truck stop to find customers. Brian came to find men with money. Two men paid for me and took me to the back of the truck. I was tied up and hung on a hook from the ceiling. This was uncomfortable and scary, as I could not move. Then I got these clamps on my nipples which hurt and made me cry and scream. They laughed and said this was only the start. The clamps were on some small battery, so I was electrocuted. I could hear them say how much they hated whores. I just hung there and whimpered for Brian to come and save me. By now they were whipping me with some horsewhip. I had no tears or energy and was delighted when they took me off the hook. They tortured me a lot more. The last thing I remember was getting a plastic bag over my head. When they did this, I was sure I was going to die. I couldn't breathe.

Everything went black!

When I woke up, I was under the bridge. My body was in pain and bruised quite bad. My chest hurt a lot! Brian explained to me that he carried me home. The two men I was with obviously hated whores. They did not want to have sex with me; they just wanted to hurt me. Some people hated prostitutes and were like that. I could not speak to Brian. He was supposed to protect me! His Dad did not say much. He said I could rest that day and work the next day.

I sniffed some glue and wondered where Daniel was.

Later, I was wondering what a horrible life I had. What choice did I have? My mom wanted to send me to the bootleg camp as she did not want me. If I was at the bootleg camp, I would also be a chosen one there and just wanted for sex. No matter where I was, people would see me as a slut and child prostitute. The only reason I stayed here was that I knew Daniel would find me. He would not go to the bootleg camp, so I had to wait here.

The next day, I was back to letting men have sex with me on the mattress. Life was now black and a question of survival. I had nothing to smile about. It is hard for a 9-year-old to know that she is not loved or wanted, just her body! One day, a man left his newspaper. I skimmed through it and was surprised to see a picture of my mom. She was begging people to keep an eye out for me. She said I was an egotistic brat that was a rebel and was impossible to raise. Despite this, she loved me and was worried about me. The article made me cry. Mom did not think I was a good daughter, but she still loved me!

The day finally came when I was 10 years old. I was not allowed to take a free day. I was told I could go to the truck stop and get some men there. I got a panic attack when I heard this. But I said I would go, and I did not need Brian. What good will he be? I was wearing a belly top with a denim mini skirt and white knee stockings. As I walked towards the truck stop, I sniffed some glue. It took away some of the anxiety and made me high. I was now feeling independent. I walked by the truck stop and kept walking. At one stage, I saw a mom and daughter walking. She was about the same age as me and wore a pretty summer dress. She was holding her mother's hand and they were both giggling about something. I knew this girl had a great life, with someone that loved her and protected her. She most likely did not know what sex was! I lowered my head in shame as they walked by me.

I ended up on the bench outside the Church. It was the same one I sat on months earlier. I was quietly singing happy birthday to myself when the priest I met before sat beside me. He said nothing as we just sat there. I did what I was best at, and told him how much sex with me would cost. I was shocked when he said that he did not want sex. He told me that I looked like someone that was not happy. I told him about everything. I told him about the bootleg camp and being a chosen one, as well as what happened when I came home. He did not look at me with shock or disapproval, not even when I told him I was a whore.

“You are not a whore,” he said at last, “Some adults have seen how pretty you are and used you to benefit them. They have abused you. God did not make you be a whore. He wants you to be happy and live like any other girl your age. God made you an angel… not a whore!”

I was now in tears, as it was long ago that someone looked into me as a person, and not just my body. The priest told me that my mom was the one person that loved me and wanted the best for me. Even when she sent me to bootleg camp, it was because she was desperate and thought it was the best solution.

I knew what I had to do. I gave the priest a hug and skipped my house. I stood outside the door and looked at the doorbell. I could not ring it. What if Mom was mad or hated me? I was suddenly in doubt. I turned around and was about to leave when the door opened and mom gave me such big hug and thank God I was alive!

When the hugs were over, we cuddled on the sofa. I told mom everything I told the priest. I told her how I was treated at the bootleg camp and the captain was no more than a paedophile and a pimp. I told her that I was forced to be a whore under the bridge. I finished by telling her that I just wanted to be loved like any other child. I wanted someone to want me in their family. I wanted to be protected. All this made mom cry more and tell me how much she loved me.

The only bad thing was when mom was tucking me in bed; she picked up my clothes and said they should be burned. Then she noticed the bag of glue. I did not have a chance to explain, as she was yelling that I was a junkie and she knew that junkies often lied. She asked me how much of what I told her was true. Did I just make it up to ensure I would not be sent to the camp that would teach me how to give up my junkie habits?

Things were quiet the next day. I was sure that mom forgot about the bag. She even came and helped me when I was in my garden fixing it after not being tended for so long.

When we were gardening, two men showed up. Mom gave me a hug and explained that she spoke with the Captain and they agreed this was the best for me. One of the men put me in handcuffs as they told me I would be going back to the bootleg camp.

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Alexander Temple 2018


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