Stories are stories. Some things actually happen the way you remember them. Others are manipulated by one's psyche to make it more acceptable. My story is a tragedy, a night mare, no mater which way you paint it.

Stories usually start with childhood memories. I had a childhood, a very brief one. I was loved and protected and provided for by a family that adored me. For the first part of my life my story seemed like a fairy tale. But shortly after my 12th birthday, the nightmare began.

See I don't have clear memories of that day. My Mardre took me to the park to play with some other children. I remember waking up in the dark, alone. My Mardre was no where to be found. I had been kidnapped, sold into slavery, and into the hell of being a sex slave.

From that point on my life was a series of events that I will not bore or horrify you with. But it was hell. For years I was a victim. Used and abused, introduced to so many perversions that I'm surprised I've not climbed up in a clock tower, or the Eifle Tower. For five years. For five long years I lived this way.

The thing about the sex slave trade is children are bigger cash cows. Approaching the age of 17 I was no longer drawing in the mad cash. I was no longer someone's favorite little victim. At first I was relieved, but then I started to panic. I had rumors, stories from some of the other kids I had the misfortune of knowing during this time. If I didn't bring in customers, I got to start making movies. And kids who went to make movies never came back.

Shortly after my seventeenth birthday I was awoken, yanked out of bed and taken to a remote location. I was told that it was just a test run. That I was a good looking boy and that I would be a great asset to the porn industry. I had no clue what awaited me, what my fate would be, I was so ready for it to all be over, but so afraid to die. It wasn't any ordinary porno flick, it wasn't a gay gang bang, it wasn't soft core spank material... it was lycan/human porn. And it was to be a snuff film, and I the main star.