in this hell with me. Their numbers are thrown into the air with the same indifference as if they were gambling in a casino, not understanding
he's scared. I don't blame her. Fear is our most faithful companion here. She, like me, has learned to keep quiet. We know that words are of no use in this place, they only make
s my hair stand on end. As if he's showing off the latest model of car at a l
He's always here, buying girls one by one. Another man holds up his sign. "800 thousand." Prices are rising r
at awaits her, but I know it will be horrible. She knows what's coming, and yet, I watch her stru
it will
lves stalking their prey. They have rules here: they don't sell the girls until they're of age, but in the meantime, they rent us out. Over thes
else. They've touched me too many times. Their hands have left invisible marks on my skin, scars that will never heal. No matter how much I bathe, no matter how much I
lty for today," the ho
o let them see how much it affects me. They won't sell me today, not yet, but they will rent me out, as they have so many times be
e host smiles, as if this
ng for this all to end. I feel empty, like my soul has already been ripped from me. I want to dis
es the bidding. "A mil
ar ago. I haven't seen her since. Deep down I know she's dead, but I cling to the illusion that maybe, just maybe,
ll do to me turns my stomach. I want to vomit. I want to scream. I want to die. But I don't do any
d for ways to end my life, but I always fail. It's like even to die is a failure. The universe mocks me, denying me even
given me reasons to believe in anything but this endless
isper, even though I kn
st that has been denied me since I entered this place. But that
gh me from head to toe, but I don't bother to fight anymore. I just hope that this time it w
e hallway's seeps under my skin. My heart beats so fast that it feels like it will explode at any moment, but at the same
w will
they wil