Chapter 1: Sold
Chapter 1: Sold
I wake up to feel cold metal pushing into my back, this isn’t normal, my bed at home isn’t comfy but it isn’t this bad either. I rub my eyes to try and get a clue of my surroundings and once all the sleep dust is out I look around to find myself in big cage, leaning against the gridded metal, the cage has a massive black cloth covering almost all of it so that I can only see the floor. My eyes can’t believe what they’re seeing not that there’s much to see, the last thing I remember was my dad locking me in my bedroom, so he could have his so called mates over. I’d gotten into bed and slept but now I’m here in a cage. I mumble to myself and start to cry, I’m sensitive, I know but when your trapped in a god almighty cage you would be too. I don’t show my sensitivity infront of anyone though, I swear and I shout and I annoy people but on the inside I’m just a little girl that wants to be loved.
I immediately stop crying when I hear footsteps and a door opening, I wipe my eyes and stop sniffing so that there’s no trace of crying although I know my face will be blotchy and my eyes go a lighter blue after crying. I start trying to back further into the back of the cage when I see two calloused hands start to lift the big cloth covering the cage, I try to make myself as small as possible and curl up in the corner furthest away from the hands. Once the cloth is nearly completely off, the light reaches my eyes and I have to bury my head into my knees. I slowly look up to let my eyes adjust and look straight into the eyes of four men, three of which were wearing suits and the other wearing a much more casual attire. This is when I put on my hard front, the front that everyone sees and no one will know any different.
“FUCK OFF!” I scream at the men, who look shocked I don’t know whether it’s because such a loud noise came out of such a tiny body or they just weren’t expecting me to make a scene.
“You said she was a Little?” one of the men looks straight at the man wearing the casual clothing accusingly.
“Oh, she is, she doesn’t realise it yet though. We have cameras in this cage at the top where she can’t reach them. Over the few days we’ve had her she’s shown clear signs of being a Little, Sir.“, the words ‘a few days’ jump out of me, it hasn’t been that long I only just woke up. The man obviously sees my confused face, “you won’t remember but we have had you a week little one, we had to sedate you because of the continuous tantrums”.
“Apart from tantrums what other Little qualities has she shown?“, I have no idea what they’re talking about but the other man continues and the two men that haven’t spoken yet just stares at me.
“Well, she’s been talking to herself, mumbling, crying, she doesn’t make a lot of eye contact, she dresses in clothing unexpectant of her age and she keeps asking for a teddy to help comfort her, she also puts her fingers in her mouth a lot.”
What the hell is this imbecile on about, I don’t remember any of that, yes, I talk to myself and yes, I wear different clothes and yes, I’d love to have Princess with me right now - my stuffed dog that my mum gave me before she died- but that doesn’t mean I’m a little, whatever that is and it certainly doesn’t mean I’ve told him any of this and I definitely didn’t ask for my teddy and yes I do put my fingers in my mouth, usually to bite them and my nails or sometimes it just helps it makes me feel young again and that comforts me.
I catch the two men staring again and start to feel self conscious, so I bury my head back into my legs and try to comfort myself but I can feel an anxiety attack coming on. I’ve had them ever since Mum died and Dad didn’t care so I don’t know how to control them or help the attacks stop. My breathing begins to speed up and I can’t seem to be able to breath, my chest is tightening and my head and palms start sweating. Tears are flowing down my cheeks but I’m not raising my head to wipe them away because they’ll see the panic attack and see me as even more vulnerable. But I begin to shake uncontrollably and I don’t think it’s going to get any better soon.
“Boss!” I hear someone say but when he doesn’t get a reply he gets a little louder, “BOSS!”
“The girl, I think she’s having an panic attack”
“Shit! Get her out of that fucking cage right now”, I hear the cage door opening and some rough hands are yanking me up.
“What the hell are you doing! Stupid man, she clearly needs help and your here dragging her out, the poor girl”, I’m still shaking and I can’t walk or breathe. I suddenly feel two strong arms wrapping around me and sitting on the floor with me. I’m still shaking and my breathing won’t calm down, tears are streaming down my face when I hear a voice in my ear.
“Hush, you’re ok, you’re ok, we won’t hurt you little girl, you need to take deep breathes and try to calm your breathing.”
Does he think I don’t know that. He starts rubbing my arm and telling me I’m ok when I’m clearly not. The man continues trying to calm me down and eventually I stop shaking and my breathing starts slowing down.
“Good girl” he says into my ear, I stop crying and jump to my feet heading to the door, but before I can get out the two other men grab me from armpits and moves me back to the man that had helped me on the floor. Yes, it could be seen as ungrateful but I didn’t want to be so vulnerable and I certainly didn’t want to go back into the cage.
“NO!” I scream at them, trying to shake out of their grip, but they don’t put me in the cage they put me right infront of the man that just helped me, who then wraps his arms around my waist and picks me up so I’m sat on his hip. All my energy has been blown out my body so I decide to give it a rest and wrap my arms around the mans neck and lay my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. I still don’t trust him but he’s helped me so far and this is comfy.
“We’re taking her, I’ll pay you but you should think about how you’re treating these girls, Jake, if I don’t like it, I don’t think anyone else will”, he pulls out his phone and fiddles with it before telling the Jake guy that he’s paid him. Usually this would’ve had me upright and shouting, you can’t sell me, but I’m to tired and my eyes are already drooping. He carries me out the room but before we can even get outside, I’m asleep in his arms.
I want a little girl and so does my wife, we have done for years. We have three boys and the oldest George, will be taking over the business later on in life but right now we want a little girl to pamper, and parent but we can’t, we’ve tried so now we are looking into other ideas and I found one. My men found Jake, he sold Little Girls and although the girl I would buy would be a teenager, she’d act a lot younger. I felt this was best, as we can look after the girl and it would be a lot like adoption. We can’t adopt though, we’re the Mafia and to go to court to get custody over a girl is ridiculous and the amount of attention it would draw is unnecessary so I found the man and he told me about Lily.
When me and two of my men arrive at Jake’s establishment we look it up and down before going inside to meet Jake. He shakes each of our hands before leading us down a corridor to another room but when we walk inside, I’m shocked to find a cage with a black cloth over it. The bastard has been keeping her in a cage all week? That’s ridiculous, yes I would use restraints to punish my little girl but I would never leave her in a cage. I manage to keep back my anger when Jake lifts the black cloth and the little girl is revealed, as soon as the light hits her eyes she buries her head into her knees to stop them from hurting before slowly lifting up her head to let her eyes adjust. She eyes us all up and down, and just as I’m about to turn to Jake to ask some questions she suddenly screams “FUCK OFF!“. I’m shocked and so are my men. For two reasons, she’s tiny and a sound that big came out of her mouth and the fact that she’s supposedly a Little and shouldn’t be swearing.
I turn to Jake, “You said she was a Little” I tell him with obvious annoyance in my tone. He looks worried before answering.
“Oh, she is, she doesn’t realise it yet though. We have cameras in this cage at the top where she can’t reach them. Over the few days we’ve had her she’s shown clear signs of being a Little, Sir”, I want to know these signs before ‘adopting’ her. At first, I had believed she was a Little, as the background check told me that her father would neglect her and her mother had died, these events would have been the cause for anyone to retreat to child like ways but now I’m not sure. As I’m think Jake looks over to the girl, who has a look of confusion plastered on her beautiful face.
“you won’t remember but we have had you a week little one, we had to sedate you because of the continuous tantrums”, the mentions of tantrums helps me feel a little more confident in the fact that she may be a Little.
“Apart from tantrums what other Little qualities has she shown?“, I ask Jake.
“Well, she’s been talking to herself, mumbling, crying, she doesn’t make a lot of eye contact, she dresses in clothing unexpectant of her age and she keeps asking for a teddy to help comfort her, she also puts her fingers in her mouth a lot”
Well this is good information, I can rely on now that she is a Little and may not realise it but being with me and Katherine will help and she can start relying on parental figures again rather than her shit head dad. I also decide to give her a pacifier if she ever puts her fingers in her mouth whilst with me, as it's disgusting and could make her ill, which she may not like at first but it will help her and set her into little space.
I turn to Jake,
“How old is she?”
“She’s fifteen originally and it seems that she varies in Little ages between two and six”, that’s good, I'm not planning any sexual activities with her, she'll be a daughter to us that just stays the same age as a Little, yes, I'm a strict Daddy and her Mommy can be to but we're here as parental roles.
“Five-Thousand”, again that’s good, I have plenty of money and I can take her home today.
“Any problems with her health since she’s been here?”
“No, not at all, she hasn’t eaten much though”
“Ok” before I can answer my next question I hear one of my men say ‘Boss’ but I put my finger up to hush him, so I can carry on with the sale/adoption.
“BOSS!” he shouts, I turn around slightly annoyed.
“The girl, I think she’s having an panic attack”, Kian, one of my bodyguards says, whilst pointing into the cage, where the little girl is shaking and her breathing seems to be unsteady and fast.
“Shit! Get her out of that fucking cage right now” I tell Jake , who gets out the key, unlocks the door and starts roughly dragging the poor mite up and out of the cage.
“What the hell are you doing! Stupid man, she clearly needs help and your here dragging her out, the poor girl”, I say walking over to Jake and the girl, who clearly can’t walk or breathe at the moment. I push Jake away and sit down on the floor with the girl between my legs holding onto her tight, trying to make her feel safe.
I coo words into her ear in hope for her to calm down from her panic attack. She carries on crying and shaking and she doesn’t seem to be able to calm her breathing down either.
“Hush, you’re ok, you’re ok, we won’t hurt you little girl, you need to take deep breathes and try to calm your breathing.” I say whilst rubbing her arm, eventually the small girl begins to slow her breathing to a near normal pace and she stops shaking and crying.
“Good girl” I coo into her ear, but before I can do anything else, she jumps up and heads to the door, I stand up to watch, and before she can make it my two guards pick her up under her arms and bring her back towards me, she shouts 'No' but stops struggling as much. Usually for trying to run off she would’ve been over my knee in a second with thirty hardy spanks to her ass but after her panic attack I decide it’s best not to. Instead, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her up so she’s sat on my hip and to my surprise and probably everyone else’s too, she wraps her arm around my neck and lays her head on my shoulder, obviously exhausted.
“We’re taking her, I’ll pay you but you should think about how you’re treating these girls, Jake, if I don’t like it, I don’t think anyone else will”, I pull out my phone and transfer the money across with it before telling the Jake that I've paid him and walking out the room with the Little Girl in my arms.