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"Please, don't do this!"

The room is overwhelmed with an incredibly intense and deadly aura. My father has the eyes of a killer and they are trained at me. No matter how much I beg and plead, he has decided that I am just a pawn to bail him out.

My heart hammers against my chest, and I can feel the pulse inside my head. He flicks the needle with his middle finger and strides toward me. The cloth around my arm seems to tighten and I try to accept the fact that I am about to be injected with heroin.

"Just a prick, no big deal." He fails miserably at reassuring me. "You won't even remember your name."

I close my eyes, awaiting the cold metal to pierce my skin.

And it does, its contents are released into my bloodstream and the effect immediately takes over. Everything in me relaxes, the euphoria enveloping my senses and suddenly there is an extreme sense of pleasure.

All my worry seems to fade away; nothing matters anymore... My body falls limp when three—or four unfamiliar men enter the room. Everything is in a complete daze and I don't even trust what unfolds. My father stands at attention when they enter the room and raises both arms as if he is being arrested.

Are these to whom I am about to be sold?

Their conversation is both muffled and swayed making it incredibly difficult to comprehend. Another one enters the room, this time, they all await him to speak but his eyes are glued onto me.

"Please, I beg." I manage, my words unintentionally coming out languid and seductive. Even my voice seems lazy.

The last one speaks, and the three—or four—haul my father away.  He then comes closer, kneeling before me. I watch as he tightens the cloth around my arm and locks eyes with mine.

"Fuck." Is the only word I hear before a damp rag is pressed to my nose.

Darkness.

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