"YOU DIDNT SAVE ME!! None of you gave a fuck about me and I was left alone for six months with no one but coldness and darkness. You speak so highly of being strong? You couldn't protect your sister from being kidnapped and used like the marijuana y...
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Sara Friday I woke up in the arms of another man, the stench of beer and tobacco stuck to his breath and clothes. My head was aching and throbbing. My hand arose to clench my temple and forehead, I remembered the mirror pieces stabbing the skin which protecting my skull. "I'll get you out of here....I'll get you out of here" he didn't even know my name.
The man wasn't alone, my eyes were half open, lips dried with the taste of blood. I gazed up and saw heavy clouds, ready to cry. The man lifted me higher and threw me on the back of a white truck as if I was a rag doll, as if I was dead. Maybe I was? My soul remains alive. Clenching my fists, I started to believe I didn't die. The men wanted me for something.
Human trafficking, I suppose. Breaching every legally binding international covenant and domestic legislations. Maybe I should kill my self rather than be raped and killed. My hands are tied behind me, a cloth stuffed into my mouth, my ankles tied as well. In the cold darkness I leaned to the hard surface for comfort. I wanted the warmness to come back to me. But...what if this was his gang?
