6. Diary Entry 5
Here everything goes again. It has officially been a year since I came into possession of this douche bag, and guess what? The "Nice, kind, considerate man" has taken me back to the warehouse to be auctioned off with the other girls my age. It's close to my 12th birthday, at least I think it is. I miss my mom and dad terribly, but most of all, I miss Nikara. She was freed 2 months ago, but not before the man who purchased us beat her and threatened her life if she ratted him out. I'm just glad that she promised to go to the police and sort all of this out so I don't become entwined in this longer than she was. The auction is tonight, and the man was 'generous enough' to buy us all new outfits and hair-brushes. It has been made clear that anyone who decides to refuse the clothing and the opportunity to clean themselves up will be forced on-stage nude. It's not that different than being forced to have sex against our will, either way our bodies will be sold, used, and packed off to the next highest bidder. I'm just happy to be wearing something clean right now, even if it is just some slutty piece of fabric. My hair has gotten out of control since I've been here; it's practically at my waist. Attempting to brush it feels like a porcupine on bare skin, but I guess I have no choice in these things anymore. I need to get back to my family, I just need to. But how? I don't suppose you have any idea's for escaping, do you diary? After all, you're just a book of memories.