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Jennifer
"Is she alive?" I heard a weak voice mutter somewhere to my left. Slowly, I opened my eyes immediately relieved at the dim lighting in the room. Hovering over my face was a younger girl maybe around 18 or 19. She was very petite with a long brown hair covered in grease and dirt. Her pale skin was covered with bruises of all shades and she was dirty, presumably from sleeping on the filthy floor. Where am I? Why does my head hurt so bad?
"How do you feel?" she asked me concerned. I unsteadily tried to lift myself up so I could take a better look at my surroundings. However, as soon as I tried my arms gave out beneath me, asleep from the awkward position I was laying in. I could feel my head pulsing from where I was hit in the head. Quickly the girl helped me up into a sitting position where I could finally get a good look at my surroundings. The room's only source of light was a small lantern in the middle of the room, illuminating the faces of five other girls, each seeming more scared than the last. There were a few blankets and pillows sprawled out all over the place, but no beds or chairs. In the far back corner of the room, barely illuminated, there was a bucket and I could only assume this was the poor girls' bathroom. Toward the front of the room, there was a steel door, preventing any attempts at escape. There were no windows, and the floors and walls were made up of hard concrete. A thin layer of soot and dirt covered almost every surface of the room.
"Where am I?" I pathetically croaked out. I desperately needed some water. Before I could even ask for someone of the girls to my left-handed me a gallon jug of water, which barely had one full drink left.
"We don't know. We were all taken by two men with a ton of tattoos. I have been here the longest but they say they have found a buy-yer for me" the girl who handed me the water said cautiously, stammering at the end in fear. She was pretty with wild black curls making her face look even smaller than it already was. However, she was less petite than the other girl, more middle-sized. She seemed to be a little older too maybe around 24 or 25. She was wearing a very small black mini skirt with a revealing red crop top.
"Where were you taken from?" I asked kindly, hoping to make her feel more comfortable around me.
"I was taken from a strip club out in Casa Grande," she said ashamed, probably feeling like this was her fault.
"I was taken from Banner Hospital here in town. I'm a first-year resident doctor there" I said gently hoping to make her feel less guilty. We had no control over being taken and even I wasn't cautious about my surroundings.
"You're a doctor?" another girl to my right asked and I nodded my head in response.
"Elise over here is pretty sick. I think she may have an infection or something from one of her cuts" the girl said hurriedly moving out from in front of the girl. Once she moved, I could see Elise sleeping, wrapped in two blankets covered in sweat. I carefully got up, relieved that my limbs were no longer numb, and walked over to her. Crouching next to her, I was finally able to get a good look at the poor girl. She seemed to be the youngest of everyone here, no more than 17 years old. Her face was contorted in pain.
"Hi Elise, my name is Jennifer and I'm a doctor. I am going to move the blankets so I can look at your cuts okay?" I explained cautiously. I wanted Elise to know that she was safe, hopefully easing a little bit of her stress. I slowly peeled back her blankets. There were several large gashes on each of her arms and I could clearly see the infection in one of them. Why would they treat these poor girls like this? They went through all this trouble to take them and now one of them may die, all for what? They are clearly selling these poor girls, wouldn't it ruin their profit to not take care of them properly? I slowly put Elise's blanket back and moved over into the middle of the circle.
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