Fourteen-year-old Serrah is sold as a slave in 1773 by the father of the son Serrah was lying down for in Sierra Leone, Africa, because the father wants perfectly formed Serrah for himself. The boy is manhandled by the British slavers and sailors on the Middle Passage voyage that lands him in South Carolina Colony to survive or not on his back on Daufuskie and Hilton Head Islands until his talent and perseverance get him to the brothels of Savannah and control of his own destiny.
A story, completely fictional, completely true, and everything in between of a woman going out to get raped. On how to do it, on how to find her prey. And how to be taken.
The doctor's embrace grew less fatherly and more intimate. His hand rested on her firm eighteen-year-old teen ass. His eyes searched hers for a sign of resistance. "Lizzie," he said, his voice gruff but gentle. "You're a beautiful young girl. You need to use that to your advantage. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Lizzie did, he wanted to fuck her virgin body. She needed to let the doctor fuck her to save her mother. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded. She was trapped.
This is an awful story. Writing it was cathartic, and shockingly some people have alleged to enjoy it, but it's not happy. A teenage girl recounts her mother's abuse at the hand's of a lecherous stepfather and his three evil sons, culminating one awful night during a twenty-something aunt's visit.