On the evening of her thirteenth birthday, she met the greasy home cook in the kitchen. He lulled her in by taking her a piece of her birthday cake from the fridge and offering her a glass of cocoa.

As she sat at the table and made his way over the cake, he stepped behind her and rested his right hand on the tabletop. Clearly she saw the disgusting hairy fingers in her mind's eye. The thick black hair, which even grew on the ankles, looked like spider legs.

He began to slip his left hand into her Mickey Mouse shirt, gripping her childish breast and pinching her painfully. Again and again he groaned and Sam blamed the situation. She would have provoked him. A rotten Lolita like you, he would recognize at a glance and further disjointed stuff from which Sam in their panic could make no sense. He pressed against her harder and harder. Panic she looked around for a way to escape, meanwhile he pressed his body from behind so firmly against her chair that she could barely move. More and more confused words he drooled to her.

Sam got goose bumps all over his body. Her mind was working at full speed.

Sam breathed in panic, which he interpreted as physical desire and moved away from her a little. As soon as she was able to move again, she rammed the cake fork into his right hand and fled from the kitchen under his screams and whining.

On the run she met on the outside stairs to the 9-year-old Jessica, with whom she had a deep, sister-like friendship for 5 years. The girl had just smoked secretly and was so frightened that she choked on the smoke and turned red face from the onset of coughing. Sam grabbed Jessica by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes.

"I'm leaving. Now! If you want to go, then run?"

Jessica looked at her in surprise. "Now, so without everything ??.

Do Jessi, now or never?"

Jessica tilted her head and looked at her. "Now or never.?" With that she shoved her hand into Samantha's and they both ran away. The girls laughed like crazy and felt incredibly free and grown-up. But freedom did not last long. Overflowing with boundless self-esteem, having shown it to the greasy cook, Sam pulled loose and forced the innocent-looking Jessica to steal a bottle of cheap booze and face a couple at the cash register so that it looked like she was one of them. After that, the two moved to a playground and shot off with the fuselage. They had been so grown-up, so safe and so cleverly clever.

A fallacy, as it turned out. They were picked up after less than two weeks and put in a home for difficult children. There, Samantha learned to adapt to a home hierarchy and to use their external advantages advantageous.

The pedophile home director completed what the cook had begun and made a wife of her two weeks after Samantha's arrival. She was clever enough to use his weakness for her benefit. After four years, the two girls fled again and Samantha kept the two pretty well afloat. They slept in abandoned houses, stealing money, and when it was very tight, Sam could find a dirty place called? Heaven? stripping behind glass. If they were particularly hungry, Sam would appear in the live sex show and get it in front of the paying voyeurs themselves.

Smitti, the boss of the establishment, did not deserve as much as when she got into the glass case. Sam was grateful that the box was well lit and the audience sat in the dark, so at least she did not have to watch the drooling hyenas.

Smitti was evidently fair, and after several appearances she made her offer to come - and he got into a lot of giggling at that pun - whenever she wanted and he would give her $ 50 per show. It was Smitti who had the idea to offer Sam's arts to his friend Jo in Mexico. Sam would go to his friend's shop, the? Hot Chitas? occur. He negotiated a $ 300 per week job for her.

Sam could get a gazebo in the backyard of the restaurant. Smitti had thrown a very lucrative business and Sam (without her knowledge) for a lot of money to Jo sold. But Sam had no idea about that. Hoping to find a home for herself and Jessica, and with the prospect of a steady, good income, Sam agreed.

The crappy cable tie still could not be severed, and Sam impatiently made more violent up and down movements, cutting painfully into the ball of his right thumb. She cursed and was tempted to pepper the scalpel to the ground. Despair crept darkly into her mind.

She reminded herself to rest, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. She could not be flooded with despair and fail-fail, as she had with Jessica. Again she brought the cable ties to tension and guided the scalpel up and down in short, steady movements. Sam's thoughts slipped back into their past in the steady sound of the soft rickety gossip.

At the thought of Jessica hot tears shot into her eyes. If she had known at the time that her decision for Mexico would take such tragic proportions, she would have rejected Smitti's offer and she would not be in this crappy situation today ... and Jessica would still be alive. The pictures from her past stood sharp in front of her inner eye. She was 23 years young then.