Finally, that girl in the mirror stands at 4 foot 8 inches. This made your life a living hell until you realized girls don't mind hugging other girls,...even if your face is right in their tits, they rarely mind if you feel their hips! They really mind if you rub your bulge against their snatch so you stopped doing that. Oh, and finally, your name is Gwyn, cute? Fuck yeah it's cute.But you didn't wake up to look at the mirror and give exposition, you woke up to go to school! But the reader didn't. Freiwillig meldet sich ja keiner als Sklave, dachte sie zynisch. Die Mädchen werden doch alle erpresst. Na, denen werd ich´s geben, die mach ich fertig, war sie sich auf einmal im Klaren. Schon wählte sie die Nummer und machte sich auf ein Gespräch bereit."Hallo Sklavin," ertönte eine ruhige Frauenstimme von einem Band, "schön das Du endlich anrufst. Du hättest dich schon viel früher melden sollen. Gib´mir nach dem Piep Deinen Namen und deine Telefonnummer, Du erfährst dann umgehend weiteres.. Not in front of this man. Her hopes of escaping this life were dashed as the reality hit home with devastating finality. That she’s only a cheap whore.Janice Griggs grabbed her phone as soon as it buzzed, stood, and rushed to the bathroom. As the phone continued to buzz incessantly, she checked each stall, and once satisfied she was alone, slid her finger over the screen.“Steven,” she exhaled, “you shouldn’t be calling me right now. It isn’t safe for me.”“Why didn’t you warn me?” Steven. A beautiful scene really, the kind of brightness that doesn’t seem to diminish with tightly shut eyes, and a cool, ocean breeze that made the oppressive, mid-summer Florida heat almost bearable. It would make an appealing photograph. Of course, some might be put off by the nude body of the dark-haired young girl, lying face-up, half buried in the sand, eyes dug out, the knife protruding from her chest, but at least that would keep it from being cliché. The man on the phone was becoming.