You would never stop reliving the moment when you became an object. You would constantly be reminded you cost nothing more then £20 by the branding on your shoulder. You twisted and turned in your sleep.

All you saw in your sleep was the cruel, sinister smirk of your abuser. It was absolutely terrifying. You groaned and cried in your sleep.

“Are you okay?! Did you have a nightmare..?” A unfamiliar face and voice from a young boy resounded through your aching head as your eyes stayed wide in shock, after waking up in a cold sweat.

Your whole body hurt, it ached, it stung, it burned. But all your life, you’ve only known pain so it was bearable.