The Taken ToyA Story by A. V. MadisonStory of a little kidnapped girl. Mature.I don't have much time to talk. I live in the small room on the second floor. I think it may be a converted closet. I don't know. The Man, he goes from room to room down the hall. You know when he's taking his usual rounds because you can hear the earsplitting screams. He does things to us girls here. Bad things. When he first took me, he asked me what my name was. I told him my name. Then he slapped me and took an iron and burnt my leg until I nearly passed out from sheer pain. Then he asked me what my name was again. I didn't answer. "Good," his rocky voice said quietly, "When you do things right, you are rewarded." Then he did things to me. Things I didn't like. I don't remember my name anymore. Or even my age. I think I'm nine. I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. I don't know who The Man is, all I know is to obey him. If you don't obey, you are punished. Even when you obey, you are punished. You are not to come out of your room until The Man tells you to. He gave us towels to wear. It's better than nothing. He brings us into The Feeding Room, where he makes us eat out of a big bucket. It isn't food. It's some kind of mush. But it keeps us alive. There must be at least six other girls here. They're all young like me. The Man has friends. His friends are bad just like him. One time they sold a girl to one of the friends. Then The Man's other friends come in and do bad things to me and to the other girls. I don't like it here. I want to go home. I want to be with my family again. I don't want to live like this anymore. I hear the screams. I have to go. If The Man catches me with this diary I found in The Feeding Room, he'll do extra bad things to me. I have to go. Bye. © 2013 A. V. MadisonAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on January 12, 2013 Last Updated on January 12, 2013 AuthorA. V. MadisonOnly a Kid, But Hard To Scare, CAAboutI'm Maddie. Clumsy. Short-tempered. Quite an oddball. Sort of silly. I make big plans then never do them. I have a fascination with tiny lights. I have atelophobia and OCD. I am the definition.. more..Writing
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