"What do you mean I dont need it? Thats my clothes!" I said as the stange man was dragging me farther
and farther away from the only things I brought to this land.
"Shut up!" he yelled. I tryed pry my wrist away. "STOP MAKING A BIG DEAL!"
"I AM NOT!"
"Come on..." He grumbled draging me along effortlessly.
"Let go!" I whimpered.
"No you slut. Now come alomg." I stopped dead in my tracks.
"What!" I said.
"Slut. Get use to it." I was baffeled. How dare he.
"Im not a slut."
"No your a stripper."
"What?" He started to laugh.
"You dont know what a stripper is!"
"Well I cant speak English either."
"A stripper is someone who dances on a pole with barley anything on and gets money from horny men. But your too inocent to know that."
"Well..I..."
"Listen here," He grabbed my shoulders pulling me in roughly. "America is a very voilent place. Innocence is not taken here. You will get mugged and raped by the end of the week. Now I wisley suggust that you stay with me and do what I say."
"What if I dont do what you say?"
"Your going to do what I say. No. Doubt."
