Children’s perspective on time isn’t very accurate. Like most kids, I was resilient, and eventually bounced back.I thought of it like a grand game... when he let me choose my new name and helped me memorize our new family history. When I was ten, he sat me down and explained what happened. My mother, her lover, her taking me, everything was on the table.“Dad, we’ve gone over that. You already told me what happened.”“I know, sweetie. I just don’t want there to be any questions, any doubts. This. "What pretty little panties. It's such a shame I'll have to rip them." And with that I feel something cold that I can only guess is a knife on my skin as he cuts them away. I feel my panic start in again and begin squirming about, trying to get away from the hands that hold me but I go nowhere. Instead I feel a sharp slap on my ass and a voice behind me "Hold still, bitch. I don't want to use this knife for anything else, but I will."I guess this broke the ice because all of the men, I think. We then proceeded to thegarage under the townhouse. Fortunately, nobody else was about to see melike this. When we got to the car, he opened the trunk and told me to getin. As scared as i was, i got into the trunk and curled up, half terrifiedat what was happening. Sir put a water bottle up to my mouth with a strawthen petted my again and shut the trunk. We drove for what seemed likeseveral hours. Then we stopped. i heard the engine turn off and the trunkopen. Sir was at the trunk and told me. As the first tramp started to get up himself he had to loosen his grip on Tracey and she knew it was now or never so she swiftly kicked her foot free from his grasp and ran as fast as she could away from there. She heard a few angry shouts behind her but the tramps were in no shape to run after a fit young girl and Tracey knew she was safe after only a few seconds. It had been dangerous for a while though, she knew she didn't want to be enslaved by two old tramps by accident almost but on the.