She Got Bling, I Got Sold
When Mom and Dad went broke—$30K in debt—they let collectors sell me to Nyamara, a lawless border strip full of trafficking, forced labor, and private prisons.
I slept in flooded cells. Ate rotten food. Tried to run. They smashed both my legs with iron rods.
I dragged myself home—and walked in on them planning Nina's sweet eighteen.
Dad flicked his hand and dropped $3 million on a top-tier jewelry set for her.
Mom smiled, then mentioned me. "I heard Talia cries every day, begging to come home. When do we tell her the truth and bring her back?"
Dad shook his head, smug. "What's the rush? This is her gift. Let her tough it out one more month. Otherwise, how's she supposed to inherit our billions?"
I tightened my grip on the medical report—severe infection in both legs.
Mom. Dad. I don't even have a month left.