As he lights the pipe once more I make a long inhale, longer than usual letting the toxins drown my bruised body. Leading with an exhale I look at him with eyes red as wine and a body that aches for glory.
"Take these"
He says as he hands me white chalky pills
With no hesitation I down them. Dry without water, my throat scratches.
As time passes and my body quivers I can feel the room tightening. He grabs my wrist and guides me to the hall where each door is replaced of curtains. He pulls back the shagged blue clothe and immediately shoves me to the ground. And without a breath of fresh air or even a grasp at my thoughts I end up face down choking on stuffing from a torn pillow. I have no control over my body and my vision gets hazy.
"P...p..lease sssstt.." I try to make out
I'm like fresh meat to this lion that prowls over me. The man, who I've never met, holds my mouth shut with every thrusting motion. What feels like an eternity, my 10 minute session is up.
Awaiting my next customer to come dehumanize me for 40$ every 10 minutes.
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Teen Fiction*TRIGGER WARNING* (My book does contain human trafficking, sexual assault/harassment, abuse, drugs and other possibly triggering topics. ) A story of a girl who fell into the horrors of sex trafficking and objectifying . Torture and humiliation. On...
