Escape

Bitter

"I'm so cold" said a small voice. "I am too" I answered.
" I don't want to be here, I-I miss my family"said the small voice.
"Me too honey." I reach out to hold the poor child. "We must stay quiet now, they might hear us." I whisper. She hugs me tight and falls asleep. I soon fall asleep with her. A few hours pass and we are woken up by the most horrifying man I've ever met. "Wake up!"
We all jump off the old torn mattresses and stand up in line next to them. We look forward and stay quiet as he walks by to inspect our bodies. He starts with the older one and proceeds with the younger ones. After he finishes his so called inspection, we are sent to shower. The little girl holds on to my hand as we go to the shower. I look down at her face. Her face was so plain like if she couldn't feel pain anymore, but inside I knew she was sad. Every girl here was sad inside, every girl here was in pain.
We finished showering and went in to a dark room where we are lined up with a number pinned on our shirts. The number he gave me was 284. It's dark in the room until a bright white light is turned on. There's a dark window that divides us and the strangers outside, those strangers are called clients. The clients select what they want and we are called upon. "So which one do you want?" said the man. " I want the one with the long brown hair and light pale skin."answered the client. "Oh you like the young one then.. " he enters the room. " number 286! Come here." The little girl stands up and looks down at the floor. He grabs her by the shirt and brings her to the strange man. The man takes her to the bed behind a curtain, and does unspeakable things to the poor girl. He steals her innocence. The clients keep coming and we are called on one by one. " number 284" he says. He comes and gets me and I'm taken to a old man. "I like young girls like you" said the old man as he touched my face and put me in his direction. "Beautiful green eyes and long brown hair." The old man grabs my hand and takes me to the bed behind a curtain where he rapes me and steals my innocence. Once he's done, another client repeats the same horrifying process to me. I used to scream and cry out of pain, but I became numb to the pain, and now I just cry silently while I feel his hot breath and sweaty body on me. The noises heard in the room are of pain and pleasure. The worst combination possible.
Finally all the clients leave the room, and we are left dirty and lifeless due throughout the pain. The smell of sweat and blood intoxicate us . There are no more loud screams, just weak cries of pain. Weak voices asking "why me?". Young innocent minds shattered, young hearts broken, young bodies violated. With no way of return and no way of being saved by this horrifying madness.
The man comes in takes some of the girls to a room where he, himself will violate the girls again. The others are sent to eat what ever scraps he wants to feed us. Afterwards we are sent to bed , to repeat this never ending process the next day. Sometimes I wonder why we are here in this place, in this world of evil, but I don't try hard to figure it out. There's no use. It won't change anything that happens to me. There's always someone who will want to cause pain. I just so happen to have to suffer this gruesome one.
I don't believe that there is any good people left in this world, and if there is by a slight chance in "heaven" ... I hope those people can somehow, one day ... free us all from this hell.