It was the most important day of my life. I know that most people say this about something joyful: graduation, wedding ceremony, the birth of their first child. My situation was a little different. Sure, it was my eighteenth birthday, but it was also the day I was sold. Sold to a man with hair like a golden crown and eyes blacker than the darkest pits of Hell. He bought me to own me, to control me and to use me as a means to an end. I was his tool and his weapon. And through it all, somehow, I also became his salvation.