| sinkin' in - cody simpson. | 

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me | kendall nicole jenner | carter marie johnson. 
you | zayn javaad malik | insert name here.

| 16 years old, a girl goes to Europe on a class trip. One night, she and her roommates left the hotel and explored the city, all by themselves. Her less than intelligent friend gets them involved with a man they don't know. You might know where this leads? They get kidnapped and sold into prostitution. Weeks go by, they are drugged, beaten and forced to pleasure strange men. The girl that I started with, she is the only one of her friends that hasn't died of drug overdose, lack of food, or an STD. She is considered the best merchandise that this brothel can offer. A boy, who’s about 17, is rich and spoiled, and has enough money to get whatever the hell he wants. His family goes to Europe on their annual trip, and he finds out from a special source that there is a place where he can get the hook-up on sex. Being the rich little pervert he is, he uses the big bucks to get only finest girl he can get: our girl from the beginning. He sees her every weekend, never paying attention to how sickly she is. One day, he comes into her room to find her in fetal position, pale, nauseous, and clammy. When he sees her like this, he forgets about what he wanted from her. From then on, every time he sees her, he brings her medicine, food, and other things to help her get better. Instead of sex, he comforts her, and listens to her speak about what her life is like. He feels an immeasurable amount of emotions toward her; sorrow, pity, and maybe… love? | 

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simps-n
Wrote three years ago
| carter glanced at the boy, the even dim light hurting her eyes since she hadn't got much sleep since she'd been here, if any. the girl held her skinny stomach as she felt a lunging feeling in her stomach, looking at the boy again. if she could be a part of the wall physically right now, she would. carter didnt know why this boy was being nice to her all of the sudden, but it was kind of creeping her out. the dark haired girl watched him as he shut the door and then kneeled back over in front of her, pleading for her to tell him whats wrong. she wanted to scream at him and tell him it was his fault, but then again, she had no energy to do that, and the other guys would come in. "i-i-i'm fine." she slurred and shut her eyes again, laying back on the uncomfortable bed. |
 
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Wrote three years ago
❇ Andrew kneeled down and looked at her on her eye level, she was too afraid to even to say anything and it seemed like she didn't want his help but he knew if he went an got help, he knew she'd get in trouble, it seemed like it already. When he first met her she was skinny but now? she was skinnier. he could see her rib cage visible through her flesh and she had dark under eye circles, she was pale and she looked like she wanted to vomit any minute now. He hoped she wouldn't vomit on him but now wasn't the time to think that way. Andrew got up and walked over to the door, peaking out into the hallway and closed the door, locking it. He walked back over to her and kneeled back down. "I'm not going to hurt you this time I swear to god I'm not, please just tell me what's wrong." He said, pleading, begging. He really wanted to know.

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Wrote three years ago
| carter was trying to reply that day in her head. the day that they were kidnapped. the two girls were sixteen and vulnerable. none of them had boyfriends so obviously, they were going to believe if some foreign guy called them beautiful, then invited them to a party. and they get drugged and kidnapped. and hours later, she woke up to this room with a rag as a blanket and a pillowcase filled with newspaper as a pillow. now, she was lying here, waiting for how she would cover up her sickness and sadness for her ' client ' or she would get more beatings and wouldn't get fed. the knock on the door filled the quietness of the room, making carter jump a bit. but the thing was. . she couldn't seem to get up. all of the bones in her body ached and so did her head. the wooden door squeaked as it opened. she opened her eyes a little, seeing a figure of the teenage boy who had been hurting her for weeks. oh, and he had the / nerve / to ask her is she was alright? as he knelt down, carter pushed herself up against the cold, hard wall, being afraid of him to the point where she just wanted to become part of the wall right now.
 
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Wrote three years ago
❇ Andrew had closed his eyes and just relaxed the whole ride and when he opened them he was there. He smirked and got out of the car when his drive opened the door, his usual time that he left the place would be around at least 2 or 3 am, depending on how much he was feeling. His driver drove off and Andrew knocked on the door, once someone answered telling him to day the secret password, Andrew rolled his eyes "pineapple." as the door opened up and he walked inside, walking towards his usual room where his usual girl was. He usually "played" with the other girls sometimes but nah, not tonight. He walked down the long hall and turned a corner, he stood in front of the door and knocked on it once, no answer, he knocked on it twice, still no answer. What the hell was going on? Andrew put his hand on the knob and walked inside and closed the door. It was dark, why weren't the lights on, usually the lights were on and she would say "come in" in the most flirtiest voice. Andrew leaned over to the night table and turned on the lamp and looked around, seeing her shaking, pale and sickly looking in the corner. "What the hell?" He mumbled and walked over to her immediately and kneeled down to her level. "Are you alright?" He asked her with a tad bit of paranoia in his voice, he didn't know if he should run and get help or not.

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