Sold
"Sold!"The word echoes in my ear suddenly. I wasn't expecting it, somehow thinking I'd be on the stage for longer. It's odd how quickly it happens. They lead you up on stage by a leash, totally naked, have you turn and give a show. Then there are a few numbers shouted, and then you're sold. You're an object to satisfy an owner. I barely even remember the name my parents gave me now. All I can remember is "slut" and "whore," occasionally "cunt." Training has been long and arduous. They...