Blurred Lines

Chapter One

Growing up,we had always assumed that the monsters we learned to fear as children could be found in our closets.

We could've never imagined that the real monsters we should fear could walk in the daylight and smile at you kindly.

I learned that the hard way.

And now,as I sit here,in this hell,I can't help but wonder what my life would be like right now if I hadn't gone out that night.

Maybe then I would still be oblivious to the evil of the world. Maybe I'd still have a bed to call my own,a place to hide me from the real monsters.

Maybe then,I would've still had my innocence. Maybe I would've been able to choose who I wanted to give it to...

I can feel the scars on my body,some old and faded, and the others still new. I can never forget what I am. What they made me.

My thoughts are shaken from me when I hear someone open the cell door. Is it time to eat?

Have the monsters come for me again?...

I look up at him, my face neutral. Don't show them you're scared.

A guard stands in front of me,he looks down at my body with disgust,and a second later, he throws something next to me.

"Put that on." He commands. I pick the fabric up gently between my fingers. It's a dress,slightly dirty and a little too transparent. I don't say anything, though. I've learned that talking back doesn't get you anywhere in here.

When I don't move immediately to follow his instruction,he grabs me by my hair and lifts me off the ground roughly.

I cry out at the right grip he has on my hair,my scalp burning. I wrap my hands around his wrist in an attempt to get him to free me.

"Get dressed slut. Boss is waiting." He says angrily and roughly releases his grip on me.

I hold in my tears with all the strength I can muster,and I slip the piece of fabric onto my body.

He looks at me lustfully,it makes my stomach churn.

"Follow me." He says,grabbing me by my arm roughly. I don't say anything. It's not like he'd listen.

He quietly leads me out of the cell,turning around occasionally to see if I'm still behind him. It's not like I could go anywhere else or even try to escape.

I look down at the tracker in my arm as I follow him.

Before I realize it,I'm dragged into a room that has several other girls in it. Some older than me,others who can't be older than sixteen. They're all wearing similar "dresses" to mine,all have the same confused expression as me.

I look around,my heart beating in my chest. Who are all these other women? Have they been here the entire time?

I feel a light tug on the fabric I'm wearing and I turn around to see a girl looking up at me. Her eyes are wide in fear,there are bruises all over her body.

She opens her mouth to speak, but before she can,a man dressed in an all black suit steps into the room. He looks over each of us,his eyes roaming over our barely covered bodies.