Confessions

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This story is fictional. Its framed as though its a memoir but none of this happened. This is my first time posting on this site so please let me know what you think. I want to become a better writer so any criticisms will be appreciated

Prologue
I've been told by a lot of people that I'm brave. Just for sharing my story. I'm not though.
Here's my first confession. He still owns me. Whenever I hear a clicking sound, my hands still instinctively reach for the hem of my shirt. I have to catch myself before I undress. Because he's still in my head.
I've wanted to write this book for years. Even just as a way of explaining to people why I'm not brave. My name is Lucy Brambles, and I was extorted into becoming a sex slave for over 5 years. I was treated like a dog, I had no rights, I was stripped felt up and physically assaulted regularly.
Here's my second confession though, by the end, I liked it. And I would have done anything to save my master from his fate. It's taken years of therapy to convince myself I was a victim. But I still miss it. I miss being someones.
I had it all. He really wasn't that bad was he? They tell me he was but if I didn't misbehave, life was good. I had a nice house to live in, Gourmet food, no bills, no worries about my social life (because I wasn't allowed to have one), no issues at all really. There was the rape though. Ok, that wasn't fun for me.
There was also the time he made me masturbate on camera while my father watched, not knowing it was me. Actually, there were a lot of moments I didn't like. But my master loved me. He did those things to make me strong. People tell me I'm wrong for that opinion but they didn't know him.
So, how did I wind up being someone's pet? I'm sure you're wondering. I know a lot of people wonder. Most don't ask because it's rude. Those that do get the answer I've learned is the best one to keep them from asking more. I just say I was young and easy to brainwash. Those who know me better get a different answer. But even they don't get the full truth. Not unless they read this book that is.
To be honest, I also wonder how it happened. I hope that in writing it down in excruciating detail I will be able to figure it out.

Chapter 1
Bath interrupted

At 9:37 am on Monday the 5th of November, the police came to my house for my mother. I suppose they felt like family, because they felt no need to knock. I was having a relaxing bath at the time. Candles, incense, water so hot it turned my skin red and AirPods in, playing Taylor Swift loud enough that I didn't hear them break down the door. I was in heaven.
Then I hear a banging sound loud enough to be heard over Taylor's latest breakup and I look down into the bathwater to see splinters of doorframe floating next to my rubber ducky (I liked ducks ok..) I looked to the door just as they started pouring in, guns pointed at me. They yelled something that I couldn't comprehend because I was too busy trying to cover myself.
My left AirPod fell from my ear and plopped into the water just as an officer yelled "Pasadena PD! Hands where we can see them! Out of the tub—slow!" I heard him, I really did. But I was in shock. I couldn't comprehend. This was clearly a mistake. Im not a criminal
I reached for my towel. Their guns came up again, now level with my head. "Do not reach! Stop—hands up! I said out of the tub NOW!" The officer screamed.
Here's my third confession. At that moment the bathtub became warmer. I was so scared I peed. I was not a woman in that moment. I was a scared child.
I did as I was told, I threw my hands in the air. The tears that had been locked in place by shock began to loosen as I awkwardly tried to stand without using my hands. The tears flowed alongside the water down my exposed body. The moisture in my body turned to steam and my heart felt like it was going to explode. I had never felt like that before.
"Step out of the tub!" Officer rude bellowed. One foot found its way out of the bath. I remember actually being worried for a moment about getting too much water on the floor. That thought faded pretty quickly though when I looked to my left at the other officer in the room. Whose assault rifle was now centimetres from my head. Panic won the battle for my obedience, I to sidestep away from the danger and tripped. I've seen the bodycam footage but I'm still confused about how I managed to spin around entirely and fall face-first into the bathwater. I was only under for a few seconds before managing to pick myself up but not before giving the officers (and their bodycams which would later have their footage shown in court in front of over a hundred people) a solid view of my backside, bent down over the side of the tub.
The cops didn't give me a chance to regain my composure "I wanna see those hands! Move to the floor and put your hands on your head" Awkwardly I slid off the bath and onto the wet floor. "I SAID HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!" I didn't know he could get louder, but he managed to do just that.
Right as my shaking hands reached their designated region on my head I felt an immense pressure on my back. I stared at a hair on the floor as I felt metal wrap around my left wrist. It was hard to breathe. My wet naked body was pressed hard against the tile, I tried to scream but I didn't have enough breath.
He brought my arms down one at a time. I could feel his leg on my backside. If my asscheeks were the Red Sea, then this officer's leg was Moses. I know it's a weird thing to think of afterwards but I remember literally feeling the fabric of his pants brushing up against my asshole.
By the way, if that was too graphic for you, then this book might be an unpleasant read, because this is a picnic in the park compared to what Ill be confessing to in later chapters. The room was darkening. There was no breath left in my lungs. I started to feel strangely at ease as my field of vision began to close in.
I don't know if he sensed my impending death by knee to the spine or if I was just lucky but, right before I took the nap of eternal rest, the pressure was off. For a few seconds I coughed and spluttered and tried to catch my breath, then the first officer bent down near my head "Alright—on three, we're lifting you to your feet. Stay calm, don't fight it." The other one was at my feet.
Officer one slipped his hands under my arms and lifted while officer 2 made sure my legs went where they were supposed to. It felt like I was being posed like a Barbie doll (foreshadowing baby) I know some of you are imagining this scene like a sexy bdsm story, a cute teen being forcibly exposed by some sexy cops. Maybe you see me in soft lighting. My red hair draped down my body like silk curtains as I struggle in the big sexy cops grasp. My nipples hard, my pussy wet because I secretly liked being treated that way.
Well sorry, but I didn't look cute at the time. My hair was wet and pressed against my face. My nose and my whole face underneath it were covered in snot and saliva. My pubic hair was completely untamed. I was hyperventilating and making sounds that were the furthest thing from sexy.
You would think that all of that would gain me some sympathy from the officers. I was innocent by the way. It was my mother accused of a crime but her teenage daughter was the one naked, cuffed and dripping.
I was offered a towel which the second officer wrapped around me across my front, accidentally (maybe on purpose?) Grasing my boobs as he did so. Officer one put his hand on my back and pushed me through the door, I was brought into the living room where my father was waiting. His jaw dropped when he saw me and the state that I was in.
The towel wasn't wrapped around my waist, it started at my shoulders. Meaning that it covered my breasts well enough but would sometimes let my cooch peek out at the world. If dad noticed that he diddnt let on. Seeing him gave me some strength. I had managed to bump down from balling my eyes out to regular crying.
I met eyes with Dad. I love that man, I really do. "What's happening Daddy" I said between sobs. He looked at me lovingly and said "It's ok honey, just do what they tell you, this is all just a huge mistake"
There were maybe 8 officers in the room, I could feel the towel slipping but I was too scared to ask someone to fix it for me. Dad started to say something else to me but he stopped short when he saw his wife (my mom) being dragged down the stairs.
She was crying as well as she kept repeatedly asking "what's happening" and "what gives you the right" seeing them treating her like that started me crying heavy again "MOooM" I called like a toddler looking for her mother at the store" she turned to me in one of the officers grasp around the same moment that my towel decided it was tired of protecting my modesty "Lucy? LUCE? WHERE ARE HER CLOTHES? WHY WOULD YOU-" she was outside the door before she could finish.
The officers all looked at me as I tried to cover my pussy by lifting one of my legs and bending at the knees. Nothing to be done about my tits. My only condolence is that, like I said before, I did not look sexy at that moment. I looked pathetic.
An officer came to fix my towel while my dad berated them and threatened to sue. It was all men in the room until finally a woman walked in. In reading the police report afterwards (which I have used to be able to describe the scene as truthfully as possible) I learned she was in charge. Her title was detective sergeant.
But to me at the time her title was "super hero" when she saw me her face changed to anger. "What the hell is this, where are this civilians clothes?" The room was quiet.
The towel must have had a good sense of humour because it decided now was a good time to drop to the floor again, I diddnt try the knee manoeuvre a swcond time. Instead, I opted to stand there exposed infront of everyone, even my father, and cry. The womans expression was now one of sympathy. She looked at the officer whos only job it seemed was to keep my towel on (which he was not very good at and barked an order at him "Ramirez, go upstairs to her bedroom and find something for her to wear, Jonas, unlock her cuffs, she's a child for Christ's sake"
I felt low before but that comment was my ego death. I have a very youthful appearance. I've always looked about 5 years younger than I am. My breasts are quite small, I'm short and my eyes are big and expressive.
My friends always made fun of me for it and I laughed along but, fourth confession, I am deeply ashamed of how I look. I am told I'm beautiful but I genuinely felt at 19 that I looked like I was 14. Id never had a man see my body since I started to develop. You'know, until three men smashed into my bathtime and saw me as naked as my rubber ducky. Then with all the other men (dad included) I suppose I was now up to 8. Yay me.
Jonas came up behind me and unlocked the cuffs. I brought my hands in front of me and rubbed my wrists. They diddnt really hurt but thats what they always did in the movies. I then realised my hands had a more important job to do so I brought them down to cover my breasts and kitten while I waited for the other officer to arrive with my clothes.
It was probably thirty seconds but it felt like an hour. I wasn't crying as much now but I was starting to shiver. I was still wet from the bath.
Ramirez actually handed the clothes to the sergeant instead of giving them to me. She looked at him like he was a moron and came to give them to me "I understand how frustrating this is for you, you can get dressed now" she was about as comforting as a punch in the face but I took the clothes gladly and put them on one at a time.
Starting with the pants (no panties, thanks Ramirez) and then the t-shirt. I was still crying. I was still wet, embarrassed and shaking from both fear and cold. But I was clothed at least.
It was over.
That's a joke. Obviously, things got much, much worse. Otherwise, it would be a pretty short book.


Cheers for reading. Im not much of a writer (im sure you noticed) so any criticism is welcome as I would love to improve.

[Somebody]

Interesting start! I don't know yet if I'm going to enjoy this story, but I like this part

[Skylar21]

A very dramatic opening!

IMO it would make for easier reading if you put a blank line between paragraphs to separate them.

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Brambles Scrambles, Leaves Family in Shambles
By Elena Vasquez, Staff Reporter
Pasadena, CA – October 26, 2018
In a twist that has Pasadena's political circles reeling, state assemblywoman Jessica Brambles stands accused of scrambling public funds to the tune of $3 million, leaving her once-picture-perfect family in utter shambles. The dramatic no-knock raid on the Brambles' Oakwood Drive home Thursday night—complete with flashbangs, tactical teams, and a trunk full of cash—has transformed a quiet suburban evening into a nightmare straight out of a crime thriller.
Brambles, 43, was hauled away in cuffs after Pasadena PD and federal agents breached the residence on a warrant citing an imminent flight risk. Inside her 2017 BMW, parked innocently in the garage, investigators uncovered vacuum-sealed bundles totaling $3 million in mixed-denominated bills, a forged Mexican passport bearing her name and photo, and a 9mm handgun with its serial number filed off. The haul, prosecutors say, was the fruit of a six-month embezzlement scheme siphoning state grants and campaign donations meant for affordable housing initiatives in the San Gabriel Valley.
The spark? A bombshell tip from Brambles' longtime confidante, Elena Vasquez (no relation to this reporter), who allegedly overheard the assemblywoman plotting a border dash over wine-fueled confessions. "She begged me to come along—said the money was 'for the cause,' but it was all a lie," Vasquez told investigators, according to court filings. With that testimony and the smoking-gun evidence, DA's office spokesperson Carla Ruiz didn't mince words: "This isn't a scramble—it's a full-on heist. Brambles betrayed every voter who trusted her with their tax dollars."
The raid's fallout hit hardest at home. Husband Raymond Brambles, a mild-mannered accountant, was zip-tied prone on the living room floor mid-football game, watching helplessly as his wife was marched out protesting her innocence. But the real shambles unfolded downstairs, where 19-year-old daughter Lucille "Lucy" Brambles was caught mid-bath—candles flickering, Taylor Swift blasting—when the entry team burst in. A redacted bodycam still, released Friday as part of PD transparency protocols, captures the chaos: A young woman frozen in shock, hands flailing for a towel amid shouts and rifle sights, the scene pixelated to shield her dignity but not the horror. (Editor's note: No graphic imagery is reproduced here; the PD's version is available via public records request.)
Civil liberties groups are already howling. "No-knock warrants for a paperwork crime? This is militarized overreach, turning a family home into a war zone," said ACLU SoCal's Rachel Stein. Online, #BramblesRaid has exploded, with users sharing memes of shattered rubber duckies and demands for the full footage—though PD insists it's "evidence-sensitive."
Brambles faces up to 20 years on grand theft and fraud charges (PC §503), with a bail hearing Monday. Raymond issued a terse statement: "This is a vicious frame-up. We'll fight it." As neighbors rubberneck and reporters camp the curb, one thing's clear: The Brambles' tidy life is scrambled beyond recognition.
This story is developing. Elena Vasquez covers local scandals for the Pasadena Star-News. Tips: ev@socalnews.com.