Chapter Thirty Seven

She dragged me by my hair into the tiny spare room we used for storage, I was sobbing and struggling, I had just lost my Father but she threw me to the ground and sneered,

‘You are nothing, just my little money tree’

She picked up a belt and ripped off my dress,

‘From now on you obey me without question’

She brought the belt down on my naked ass and I screamed,

‘Silence brat, take your punishment or it will be the worse for you’

When she had finished I could barely sit down, she had been very careful none of the blows would be seen underneath my clothes, I was her ticket to a wonderful lifestyle after all.

The next few weeks were a painful blur, I was not allowed to grieve for my Father, she had me at a photo shoot the next day and when I started to cry she made it very clear what would happen if I did not stop. That little room became my refuge the only time I was allowed out was to go for the photo shoots. She fed me the bare minimum, I had to be kept looking good or my work w