Yes I am starting another As Told By Ginger story again. Big wooptie fucking do. Ok do you know the standard disclaimer; I own nothing blah, blah, bleh. Oh yeah, as warning, this story contains the issues of human trafficking so if you don't like it or don't want to hear about it, then I suggest you hit the back button and run the fuck away right now. DO IT NOW! Those of you who chose to stay; I guess you can read it…. Yeah…

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It was like any normal Saturday after noon; Courtney was out for her afternoon jog. Just about a mile from her house she ran into a boy who. He had dark hair and dark eyes. "Hey," he greeted her.

"Hello," Courtney said cheerfully. She stopped her jog to talk. Courtney rarely shot down a chance to talk to a cute boy. "I don't think I've seen you around here before. I'm Courtney Gripling."

"Shane Roberts."

"Shane Roberts," Courtney repeated in her head. "Now where have I heard that before?" She shook of her thought. "So what are you doing?"

"Just walking," Shane said with a shrug. "Hey, me and some of my buddies are having a party tonight and we need some more girls. Want to come?"

"Sure!" Courtney exclaimed. "Did that sound to eager?" she thought.

"Yeah sure. Where is it at?" she added trying to look cool. Shane told her where to meet him. "Sounds fun. I'll see you later."

"Yeah, later."

Courtney was too excited about her new plans that she forgot finishing her jog route. Instead, she called Winston to come pick her up so she wouldn't be all sweaty and so she could find the perfect outfit to wear.

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Courtney stepped out of the car. Dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a lacey pink top, she walked to the front door of the mansion. From the outside loud music could be heard. "This is going to be awesome," Courtney told herself. She knocked on the door in hopes that someone would hear her. No one came. She tried again. This time Shane answered the door.

"Oh hey," he said. "Come on in."

Courtney took a step in. "Thanks for inviting me," she said. She was going to say more, but stopped. There was something odd about this party. She was the only one there minus Shane. "Where is everyone?"

"In the garage. It's this way." Courtney was lead down a long hallway till they stopped at a door. Shane held the door open for her. Again there was something odd about this party. Most of the girls were sitting on the floor. And they were crying. "What's going on?"

A tall man grabbed Courtney and drug her out further into the garage. "What are you doing? Let go!" she demanded. She tried to fight back, but it was all in vain.

"Just shut up bitch and do what we say," the man whispered roughly to her. Courtney looked at Shane with questioning and hurt eyes. He looked away. "Now all of you get in the cars." A few girls rebelled, but they were just pushed in. Courtney tired to fight her way back to Shane, but he just carried her back to one of the two cars.

"Shane!" Courtney cried. "What are you doing? What's going on?" Shane didn't answer as he threw her into the back seat with another girl.

"What's going on?" she asked the brunette.

The unknown girl looked back at her with hazel eyes. "Don't you know?"

"Isn't this a party?" Courtney asked confused.

"Is that what they told you?"

Now Courtney could sense that something was very wrong. "I need to get out!" She dove over other girls and tried to open the door. It was locked. One of the other men in the front seat turned around and pushed her back to her seat.

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They were taken to an old Victorian, grey stoned house. It was very large, almost as big as the Gripling mansion. As the girls were lead out, Courtney looked up at the roof of the house. "Stop gawking," the driver of her car ordered her. He stabbed her harshly in the back with a gun he was carrying.

"That hurt!" Courtney declared. He threatened her that he would do it again if she didn't shut up and do what she was told. Feeling offended, Courtney fallowed the other seven girls into the house.

Inside there was dark haired man waiting for them. He told them to tell him their names and then he assigned them to rooms. Courtney and the brown haired girl, whose name was Dakota, were taken upstairs to a tower room. Inside there were four iron beds. One was already occupied by another girl.

"You got some roomies now," one of their captors laughed loudly, wakening the sleeping form. A dark blond haired girl sat up in the bed. She appeared to be around ten years old. "I'll leave you girls to be acquainted."

"Hey, I'm Eden," a voice said. Courtney and Dakota looked over. The one that called herself Eden was sitting at a vanity applying a think layer of gold glitter. She turned to her new roommates.

"Where are we?" Courtney blurted out.

Eden gave her an odd look. Her expression turned to a sad one. "You don't know? Poor girl, I thought they would have told you by now. Well, I guess I'll be the one to tell you."

"Tell me what? When do we get to leave?"

"Who knows," Eden said. "I have been here for six months maybe."

"We can't leave? Then why are we here?"

Eden paused to find a way to explain this to the blond. "We are here for other people's… pleasure."

"What does that mean."

"It means that we are here because old guys want to fuck us and those other people know that they can make money off of it," a cold voice said. It came from the little girl, who was now out of bed. She was dressed in a short pink dress that looked like it needed to be washed. "Why do I always get stuck with the dense people? First Eden and now I have to live with Blondie."

"And that is Lumina," Eden said with a slight smirk. "She's not really a people person."

"As long as you talk as little as possible, you'll make the rest of our lives easier."

"Like I'm going to take orders from you!" Courtney exclaimed. "What are you? Like eleven?"

"Nine, actually," Lumina said with a scowl.

"You'll get used to her," Eden told the two new people.

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At dinner the next night, Lumina didn't say a word. But Courtney and Eden hit if off pretty well. "So where do you live?" Eden asked adjusting her purple newsboy cap.

"In Sheltered Shrubs with my family," Courtney answered. She scooped up some bad version of mashed potatoes and forced it into her mouth. She was starving and was willing to eat anything.

"I have no idea where that is. I'm from Detroit."

"That's really far away!"

Eden shrugged. "I've been moved around a few times."

"How long have you been here?" Dakota asked.

"Six or seven months," Eden said. "I don't really know."

"How long has she been here?" Courtney asked, referring to Lumina.

"I have no clue. She was here before I got here. I've been living in this house for around a month now."

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Later that evening, Courtney was retrieved from her room and brought into the main hall. There was a tan haired man waiting in the there with a middle-aged male. "Is this the one you wanted?" the tan one asked. Nodding, the older one walked over to Courtney. Courtney didn't like the look she was getting from him. "Just remember the rules are that you have to use a condom and you only got two hours at the least. You can rough her up, but not too much. We need to keep her in a good state for everyone else."

"What?" Courtney asked. She remembered what Lumina and Eden had said the night before. Her eyes widened as the middle-aged man grabbed a hold of her wrists and took her to another room. Courtney kicked him in the shin and broke free for the door.

Just as she turned on the handle, she was yanked back by her hair. "You better be good," he growled, pulling her up close against his body. "You sure did cost a lot. But since it is your first time, it'll be worth it."

"Ewe! I'm not going to do that with you!" She spat on his face and tried to get free again. Smack! Courtney held the side of her face. A red handprint was imprinted on it.

"You better show me respect here. You are mine for the next two hours." He threw Courtney onto the king sized bed and climbed on top of her. "Now just relax, it'll be easier on you."

Mean while at the Gripling Residence

"Where is my daughter?" Mrs. Gripling demanded an officer. It had been over twenty-four hours, and no one had seen nor heard from the young Gripling girl. The last person who had seen her was her personal driver and he was already being questioned.

"We don't know, Mrs.," he said. "She might just be at a friends house or out some where and forgot to call."

"But I already checked with her friends!" Mrs. Gripling wailed. "No one has seen her!"

"I'm sure your daughter is alright. This kind of stuff happens all the time. But if we find out anything, you'll be the first to know."

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Ok I'm going to stop there. I know, it short and it sucks. It's a horrible first chapter and I could do better maybe, but I blame school. It's sucking out all the creativity from me. So like it? Hate it? What do you think?

With love

CT