All Natalia knew is she was in Canada. She didn't know if she was in the city or weeks away from any other humans. She had been drugged when she came here from Ireland. She had been here for about three weeks. The guy here's name was Luca Hampton. Late fifties, early sixties. He and her did the deed six times a day. He wouldn't even bother asking her. This is what life had been like for Natalia since she was eight years old.

Once her father had died, her mother couldn't afford to keep all her children around so instead of doing the logical thing and putting Natalia up for adoption, she needed money desprately, so she was sold into the sex trade. She's been in 80 different countries , most European and North American , though she was in the Philippines for a week when she was eleven. 

Natalia was just lying there on Luca's bed. Her breasts were out but she had a blanket covering everything up to her belly button. She was fifteen now, she had been dealing with all this for seven years. Seven years far too long. 

She thought about it. "No, no, no!" She whispered to herself, her German accent still there. Not enough to be a personality trait, but enough for people to tell her 'I like your accent, where are you from?' "No Natalia, that's stupid! You remember what happened last time." 

The last time she tried to kill her owner and escape, she was thirteen. She had been in the Netherlands at the time and had tried to wack him upside the head with a toilet lid. That didn't work out and he sliced off a chunk on her right index finger. And now here she was, two years later, 4,008 miles/6,450 kilometers away, being owned by an entirely different man.

She sat there for an hour, listening to the sports game he was watching. Natalia breathed in and she breathed out. She made up her mind and prayed to whoever's out there that this wouldn't bite her in the ass.

Luca clearly liked baseball. He had three baseball bats in this room alone. Natalia got off the bed and put her revealing pink dress and black socks back on. She reaches for the baseball bat. She was gonna try to escape again. 

Before leaving the room, she hesitated. She wondered how the law would perceive this. Would they agree that this was justifiable or would she lose her freedom all over again? Either way, she decided it was worth a shot. 

The blonde crept quietly, doing her absolute hardest not to make a sound that would alert him. She noticed the multiple beer cans surrounding his brown recliner. The house she was in was tiny. How could this guy afford her? She noticed he was slightly reclined and clearly out of it. Slowly she crept behind him, the baseball game playing at max volume. She lifted her arms back and prepared herself for the fact that blood would soon be on her hands...

She hit Luca in the head over and over and over and over. She must have gone on for maybe two minutes before stopping and checking for a pulse. Luca was gone. 

Natalia felt herself go pale as her blood ran cold. She knew why she did it, she knew why she had to do it, she had always expected it to feel good, to feel liberating, but why did she feel so awful? She dropped the bat and ran out the door. She ran without stopping, as if Luca was chasing after her. She arrived in a town. This town looked quaint, like one of those towns where everyone knew each other. 

"Hey! Hey, I need help! I need help!" She yelled, running about to a man who was no older than twenty. "Jesus, girl, what is it? What?" He said, his shaggy brown hair blowing in the slight breeze. "My name is Natalia. Natalia Lucille Haden. Do you know Luca Hampton?" She asked the boy and he nodded. "Yeah, he's like a second father to me." 

Natalia felt her breath stop. "Do you need to go to his house?" The boy asked and Natalia nodded, getting in the passenger seat of his truck. In the truck, she explained the whole thing. She spared no important details. The boy , who introduced himself as Miles , did not believe the blonde at first. But after a few minutes into her story, he got this feeling. He didn't feel like she was lying, he just felt it was hard to believe that the man he had known all his life would do something like this with a fifteen year old. Had he done this with other women?

As Natalia pushed open the door, they saw Luca's bloodied and beaten body. She at least hadn't lied about killing him. The girl seemed distressed at the sight of the body and retreated back into the bedroom she had spent the past three weeks in. Miles called the police.

That's when it all began. They questioned Natalia immensely and found documents of Luca's that proved her story. Luca's death was declared and justifiable homicide.

Natalia Lucille Haden was free after seven long years.

(A/N : fuck you it's 1:28am I can't be bother to proofread)