Thread: SSH (Alexisunderwood x randomname98766789)

Isabelle had just been kidnapped not even a month ago. She had been on her way home when she had been grabbed and stuffed into a van. Ever since then, life, in the most basic terms ever, sucked. She had been put into a cell of sorts naked, not allowed clothing whatsoever. She had been ordered at some point though at the time she didn't really know what it meant. When she was taken to the checkout line at the warehouse store she was in, the potential buyer decided against buying her upon hearing she was virgin. She had been taken to the back where she had been beaten for being inadequate. Somewhere along the long she had been forced into a photo shoot with clothing that didn't cover anything and then was ordered yet again. Isabelle stood kind of short at 5 feet 9 inches. She had originally weighed around 145 pounds but had lost weight in her time at the warehouse, weighing in at 115 lbs. at this point. She had been fed enough to keep her ribs from being prominent and appear as a healthy, extremely thin girl. Her blue eyes were complimented by her skin that was tan in the summer but pale in the winter. Her skin was mostly unblemished except from the few scars and bruises her captors had caused. Her hair was a light blonde that came down to her stomach, straight normally though it could be wavy at times. A girl with a normal life, happy and excited about life, was taken and humiliated in her eyes. When she was ordered, she had been given the simplest articles of clothing she could possibly imagine. White cotton panties and a white bra that failed as a bra. To prepare her for her buyer, she had been waxed in every spot a sex doll had to be. Her hair had been washed and she had been allowed a shower. A lady had put light makeup on and had given her dangling earrings that brushed her bare skin whenever she moved her head. Isabelle had then been forced into a truck where she was handcuffed before being moved. Whoever was moving her decided to do it at night, not caring that Isabelle was basically naked and froze out in the cold of night. She had been taken into a building, struggling along the way whenever one of the men got to handy with her. She hated every moment of being a product getting sold. As Isabelle was forced into an old apartment building, she saw the place was long ago abandoned. There were spots of carpet soiled with something, bugs, dead and alive, and random patches on the wall. She was led quickly through the building before being shoved into a closet that held old, dusty cleaning supplies. Before she could get up, the men had handcuffed her to a leg on one of the lockers for the janitors the room held. She felt one of them grab her hair and yank her head back, gagging her with a ball gag as the other seemed to enjoy himself as he groped her, adjusting her underwear so it didn't even cover a single thing it was supposed. When the men left her behind, she looked down at herself, sick to her stomach at her appearance. Isabelle tried to move the bra into place as much as possible, just barely covering herself. Her panties were a different story as she couldn't do it with her hands handcuffed the way they were. She rested her head against the lockers, exhausted from the events of the day. Slowly, she closed her eyes and slept on her side, facing the door since facing away wasn't an option the way she was held. She wondered if she was going to be picked up or was just being left to die after not being good enough though the thought was fleeting and came just as she fell asleep. When she woke up to the sound of a door opening, she was drowsy for a moment before seeing someone. Her eyes widened and she looked at the boy in front of her, he couldn't really be called a man unless she could be called a woman at the age of sixteen, possibly seventeen since she had lost count of the days until her birthday and she was never told the date. She breathed deeply, trying to figure out what was happening without panicking entirely. When he did approach, she pulled back, not wanting to have him feel the need to touch her like the other people in the business he must interact with.