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violet

DISCLAIMER: Contains sensitive scenes/topics (Rape and Human Trafficking)

Steph was 5 years old when she saw her father drinking and puffing sticks of cigarettes. She was 6 years old when she knew that her father is abusive, hitting both her and her mother because he lost money in the casino.

Steph was 7 years old when her mother died due to abuse, at that year, her father used to go home drunk and mad every night. There was never a night that her father didn't lay his hand on her mother.

Steph was still 7 years old when she met Rick—her father's friend. She was 7 years old when Rick was 52 years old. She was 7 years old when Rick said that she is his now.

"Don't cry now, baby girl. You are mine now, plus, your father has lots of money. You want him happy right?" the old guy whispered as he caressed the child's hair.

She was 7 years old when she knew that smiles can mean many things, that they vary. The smiles that her mother used to show her were those of a caring mother, were those of a loving mother. She knew that Rick's smile wasn't the same, she knew it was different when his smile only appears when she followed his rules,

"Now why don't you lift your shirt a little more, baby girl?" he ordered the girl. He was holding a scary looking wand and the little 7-year-old Steph were scared of it and so she followed what he said.

"Very well," he said and that smile appeared, the one that Steph abhor, "now why don't you touch yourself, little girl?"

She was 9 years old when Rick pushed another girl inside the same room as her,

"Hello? What's your name?" she asked the 'new' girl, the girl just shrugged and laughed sarcastically, "We're going to die and that's what you're gonna ask me?"

Steph was 10 years old and she still doesn't know the other girl's name, "Aren't you going to tell me your name?"

"There's no point, we're all tied up and we won't ever escape this room. We're gonna die here, why does my name bother you a lot?" the girl stated with gritted teeth.

"You don't want to die nameless, do you?" Steph answered with a forced laugh, she still doesn't understand how and why she's still capable of laughing, talking even. Bruises are visible on both of their faces, some fresh and some old.

"If it matters a lot to you, call me Violet." The girl answered with a sigh.

Steph was 13 years old when she saw Violet tiptoed to the sleeping guy outside their room, she never knew that Rick never locked the doors, but apparently Violet did know that.

"Steph, listen to me. If the guy wakes up, close the door and lock it. Put a chair under the knob, do you get me?" Violet whispered before proceeding on what she's doing, slowly walking towards the sleeping guy.

Steph was 13 years old and she knew what Violet meant. Before she got to answer, she heard shouting,

"What do you think you're doing?!"

"Steph, lock the door!"

And she did, because Violet is strong and Violet knew what she's doing.

She wanted to believe that Violet knew what she's doing but she just can't force that into her brain when even after three days, Violet hasn't come back yet.

But Steph knew that Violet is just outside, she heard everything. The grunts, the moans and the sound of slaps. She knew that Violet was outside and so was Rick.

After a week, Violet were pushed, once again, inside their room.

The poor girl was fully naked and the number of bruises in her body were impossible to count.

Steph was 16 years old when Rick entered their room and asked them for something,

"I want the both of you to attend a party that you'll both enjoy," that smile was once again visible in Rick's mouth.

"And you'll both earn money, since we all know you two little whores are naughty, why don't we use that for our advantage, yes?" he added with a loud laugh.

His laugh sent shivers down the two poor ladies' spines.

"Now, young ladies, it's impossible to say no because guess who owns you?" he asked and stepped a little closer to the ladies, "Me."

Steph was still 16 years old when they moved from a small room to a large room filled with other girls, make up and revealing clothes.

"If you two aren't going to move and do your job, might as well return you two to Rick!" an older lady shouted at them, "Move your asses! Customers need more girls to entertain them!" she added as she pushed two pairs of 'costumes' to both Steph and Violet.

Steph was 17 years old when she became used to their everyday routine—entertaining and pleasuring the sexual fantasies of the hungry beasts that regularly comes to the bar they are staying at.

Steph was still 17 years old when police sirens were heard outside their rooms, it turns out that what they're doing were illegal. But what does she know really, she was 7 years old when she was sold.

A guy was pouncing in her when the door of the room opened suddenly, she was 17 years old when she saw anger and fear in Violet's eyes for the first time,

"Let's get out of here, Steph!" Violet said as she pushed the guy above her, "We have to go!"

Steph didn't know what was happening but Violet did, and she have always trusted Violet.

Violet pulled her by the wrist and ran towards the very back of the bar, she knew that there's an exit there. They ran and ran, they were victims but the police see them as criminals now.

When they reached outside, Violet cupped Steph's face and kissed her forehead. Steph was crying, she didn't notice it herself. She saw Violet smiled and of all the smiles she knew, it was the most beautiful one.

"We are free, Steph." Violet wiped her own tears, "We made it. We're aliv-"

Violet didn't got the chance to finish her sentence when they heard a shout, "Freeze!"

It is well known in their city that even policemen abuse those who were arrested from the bars—this Steph knows. They both knew that there would be no difference between being jailed and being stuck in hell they call the bar.

Some even says that policemen are much worse, they blackmail the criminals because they have a reputation to protect.

They raised their hands, facing away from the policeman.

"Steph, listen to me," she heard Violet. It is good to listen to Violet, because Violet is strong, Violet is brave and Violet knows what's right. But Violet is also selfless, nothing good happens to Violet when she do listen to the girl, she is 17 and she knew what Violet's going to tell her, "run when I tell you to do so."

Steph held the other girl's hand to stop her from facing the police, "You know I always listen to you, Violet," she glanced at the girl, "Please forgive me if I don't listen to you right now. Thank you, for everything." She squeezed Violet's hand before letting go and ran towards the policeman.

Guns were fired and screaming was heard.

Steph was 17 years old when Violet pushed her. Steph was 17 years old when the person she loves the most were shot. Steph was 17 years old when she heard Violet shouted her last word, "Run!"

And so she did. Because that's what she do. Because Violet knows what's right. Because Violet is selfless.

Steph was 25 years old when she stood in front of hundreds of people in a conference, "Violet asked me to listen and so I did. It was hard to do that, but Violet knows what's right." She failed to hide her sobs, "Violet told me that we survived, that we made it. But she lied. She died physically and she left me dying, Violet, you liar." She tried hiding her sobs under her laughter, "Violet wasn't your name, was it?" she continued, she probably looked like a crazy woman speaking in front of many people. She didn't know who the other girl was, but she's glad the girl stayed.