Sometimes reality can be cruel and so hard to face. I stared at the ceiling of the room. The room I had been staying at after I got ripped away from everything I had. The room was big and extended farther than my room,this was because I wasn't alone, there were other beds with other girls like me. They performed the same thing that I did, while the owners got their pockets full of cash. I buried my face on the pillow trying to calm the urge to cry, with force I wiped the tears that manage to fall with my knuckles. I couldn't distinguish between day and night, I was only woken up, dressed up, and clean up, and had breakfast and then I was off, on the hands on dirty drunk men. I could still feel the last "customer" hand on me, the way his alcoholic breath brushed my face and I had fought the pulse to kick him out and yell. The ones that yelled and behave bad were beaten. Really hard. I cried many nights or I assumed it was nighttime hoping that my rich family was looking for me.
But unfortunately that wasn't the case for me, they had probably forgot about me. After all it seemed that their money was the most
Important thing.
Suddenly I heard some voices, whispers I should say. The girl next to me on the left side whispered "A new girl is arriving tomorrow, pass it on" I raised an eyebrow and looked to my right. Empty bed, the last girl that slept in that bed was dead. She died trying to escape.
I sat up and went to the other bed and whispered the same thing. A question ran through my head. Who was this new girl?
