'Cyrus... That is my name. I am nineteen years of age. I have it better than some people. I could be dead.' I repeat the mantra to myself daily. I have for the longest time. None of it is definitive to me. Although I wish it could be. But hopes are not something to be held strong here. Nothing but my pain, and my enslavement. A routine of torture. My name.. My name is whore. Slave. Slut, worthless. Nothing. I am nothing.