MONEY MAKES POWER (18+)

MONEY MAKES POWER (18+)

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Seeing two men standing at the door of your bathroom while you were naked was traumatising. What one of them was about to do to me was a lot worse. His familiar face haunting me with the wicked plans I could almost see running through his mind as he closed the door and locked it. It had been locked before and I didn't know how he got in. Then he turned to me. His eyes gazed down at my half covered body, my arms failing to keep much hidden from his bitter eyes searching my bare skin. Then he smiled. He hadn't been expecting me to be the one standing there without a towel or clothes. I hated it. But I dreaded the young girls casually staying in the hotel who would have had to go through this if it wasn't me. My stomach turned at how vulnerable I was in front of this crazy man but I knew the other girls' pride would be spared for tonight. Because I was in front of him. ....................... WARNING!! If you know you suffer from past experiences that can be resurfaced by reading similar events or acts of sexual or physical abuse, DO NOT read further into the book. If you are under 18 I also ask that you DO NOT continue because of various scenes that arise.
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This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.

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