Sold for Romance

Chapter one:

Broken

"Now you listen here little girl. There are millions of other girls I could have gotten, but I picked you. Be grateful!" A woman with short ash blond hair barked while sipping her coke every other word.

The woman pushed the girl's face so the girl looked into her eyes. "You are mine, you understand?"

The girl glared with great distaste at the lady standing before her. "How could you do this? I trusted you and…and now all you do is sell me like I'm property!"

"Ha…you are only property now, after all the only way you'll get out of this country is by me."

"How dare you!" the girl roared standing up until she felt a stab on her knee. She knew what it was. She knew if she stood and ran, she would be dead by the time she reached the door. She knew she could do nothing but sit back down. So she did, she sat right back down and felt the stab of the metal retreat back into the lady's blue jacket.

"What do want from me?"

"What all men want." the lady replied.

"But you're not a man, are you." she asked.

"You think you're so funny when you're not. Well you won't be laughing soon after I sell you off to the next man who wants to fuck you."

She winched at the word. "Give me sometime."

"Pick? Come with me or die trying to escape," the lady replied cruelly. It made the girl shutter, the way the lady said it. She knew she didn't have a choice, so she had to do this until her debt was paid. Any way she couldn't use magic; she wasn't old enough.

"How much?" the girl asked.

"700 Euro," the lady said easily.

So that's how much a 17 year old girl was worth, and to think she had faith in this country.

"No thanks Harry. I think I'll go see my uncle."

"You sure?" the same boy asked.

"Yea." She said looking a little tired for spending hours convincing her friends she would be fine all alone in a different country without a wand.

"W-we will miss you Mione," replied a boy with brightest looking hair and a cheek to match.

"Yea same here," she replied before rushing of to catch the next flight to see her uncle.

She should have stayed, the girl thought. Then she wouldn't be here right now in this situation. She should have listened, oh why was she so stupid sometimes.

"Stand up," the lady ordered and she did. They walked briskly to the car parked farthest to the fast food restaurant and got on.

They arrived at a polished hotel and got on to the elevator for the highest floor.

"Sit!" the lady demanded as she wrote the girl's name down on the fine papyrus paper.

"There are three rules in this house," the lady stopped and yelled at several of the drenched girls in the room, all of them who were trapped. "First, listen to everything I say and you won't get in trouble with me or my boss. Second, you are strictly property," she barked glaring at all the girls in the room. "…so you do as your client says." "Thirdly, the men come here for sex so you give them what they want or else…" She left it there for us to think of millions of horrible things she could do to us.

"Now leave!" she screamed!

Yes, this was it. This was my new life. A new life of heartache and pain. A new life that would leave me broken.

Hi

Thanks for reading and if you guys still haven't figured it out, this story is about human trafficking. You know when women are taken off from the street, sold to a pimp and then used as "sex slaves." So this is the Harry Potter version of it and if any of you guys actually get a chance there is movie on human trafficking. Completely heart moving and sad. So please read and review. Thanks. If you have any questions, just ask me.

with love

fukyuuyume

ps. This is edited.