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Rent Me ~New Story~

Chapter One

Shardonnay's P.O.V.

<a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/d80ca6ad3b8b1870962b3e7b1da73171/tumblr_mkpdwy9gTw1r961bco1_500.png">I</a> was in the dressing room crying my eyes out. Why did this have to happen to me. I was so young, so innocent but yet I'm being treated like a slut. A soft knock came from the door as my aunt walked in. I ran into her arms as she held back tears of her own.

Auntie I don't want to do this. I swear I'll work at the shop, whatever to get some money just not this. She lifted my chin and gave me a small smile.

I'm so sorry I can't get you out of this. But this is expected of you. You must go or they will kill your loved ones. I know you don't want that to happen. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small heart locket. I turned around as she placed it on my neck. I turned back around to look at her and she was crying like I knew she would.

Your mother would've never wanted this Donnay, she wanted you to stay away from this but I can't do anymore. I love you so much babygirl. She hugged me knowing that would be the last time we would ever see eachother again.

It's time for you to get dressed. She walked over to the closet and handed me <a href="http://03.wir.skyrock.net/wir/v1/resize/?c=isi&im=%2F5810%2F84835810%2Fpics%2F3117993465_1_3_b5JOvUdF.jpg&w=300">this</a>. First off I hated how it was cut down the middle because it was alittle too revealing. And second I could tell bu the way it looked that the man that picked it out was a dirty pedophile. I sighed as I reluctantly put it on and black heels to match. She held me one last time, I felt so safe. Until this built man barged in.

Enough of that it's time for you to go Tracy. I didn't wanna let her go I couldn't, he's all I have left. He snatched her up and was dragging her out the door.

AUNTIE AUNTIE PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME. I cried as another guy held me back.

REMEMBER WHAT AUNTIE TAUGHT YOU. WE ARE STRONG WOMEN, MAY WE KNOW THEM, MAY WE BE THEM, MAY WE RAISE THEM. Just like that she was gone, out of my life for good. I was dragged to the limo and placed between these two dudes so that I wouldn't runaway. But I had no intentions of running right now. I had to get a good look of my surroundings before I do. It was atleast an hour drive to wherever we were going. We passed the sign that said "Welcome to Las Vegas". Then another two hours passed before we finally pulled up to this big <a href="http://files.myopera.com/meyzem/albums/11006852/Mansion-luxury-home-large--house-tricked-out-incredible-expensive-cribs-4137-Boulevard-Place-Mercer%20Island-Washington.jpg">mansion</a>. My mouth literally dropped. I know whoever owned this house gotta be up there with Oprah. The light skinned guy sitting across from me noticed my reaction to the house. He gave me a warm smile.

Your gonna like this place. It's nice, big, and the chefs are amazing.I'm Davon by the way. <a href="http://dopemag.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/TYGA-DOPE-II-copy.jpg">He</a> said as he continued to text whoever he was texting. The driver stopped in front of the steps and my heart almost skipped a beat. I was so nervous, I didn't know what to expect. I was going to be placed into the rent trade. The men would be getting a glance of the new candidates of this year. My mother had died mysteriously placing me as the next new candidate to take her place. I slowly made my way out the car with the guys and walked up onto the stairs. Davon rung the doorbell and a middle aged man looked to be about in his late 40's answered the door.

Davon, how nice to see you and I see you've brought this lovely girl with you. How are you doing? It's so nice to finally meet you, your mother told me so much about you. Oh! Where's my manner's I'm <a href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/32787883/Michael+Jackson+beautiful+Michael.jpg">Michael</a> but you can call me Michael hahaha just a little humor there. But anyway come inside, the renters are so excited to meet you and the other candidates. I was blocking him out the entire time. I was lost at this houses' beauty. Don't get me wrong I don't wanna be here, but if I had to choose to live here or that raggedy old shack I came from this is definitely the place.

Well your due on stage any many now. I see now why organizations for are created the way they are now. I mean women are being bought and sold like prostitutes and its not even illegal. They consider it a way of life. What kind of f***ed up government is this. We walked into what looked like a backstage room. I could hear the laughter and chattering of many men. I felt weak to the knees, I had to find a way out of here, I just had to. I had to face my future that would forever change my life. Whether I wanted it to or not, its about to happen. They said this is what makes us women. Well I guess I'm about to find out.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Let me know what you think so far:) Run it or Dump it?