How I Survived

Being a Prostitute has its ups and downs I guess. There's the simplicity of knowing that you are worthless and nobody wouldn't want anything more than a quick fuck. At first that used to bother me, but after being broken down way too many times to count by people who were supposes to care, people who you considered to be family... that shit takes a toll on you.

My name is Amidora Ross, Ami for short. I became a prostitute when I was 16 years old. I was always more older looking than I was, considering all the shit I went through. So I used that to my advantage. In my first few months, it was hell. There was a lot of oldies that people stuck to. I was just fresh meat to these people.

Fresh Meat that everyone hated.

I was walking down the street one day, after another money less night. I walked up the steps to my door, only to see it unlocked. My blood froze. I didn't know if it was a burgler or something else. Someone else...

Maybe he found you.

Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me again.

Whatever the case may be, I pull out my taser and walk in the house, kicking off my heels outside to prevent attracting attention to myself. I tip toe in, and what I saw made me want to run away.

My roommate, Danni was hanging from the living room fan, by a rope. No chair was in site, making me assume someone had placed her there.

Before I even had the chance to run, two pairs of hands grabbed me, and another tied a blindfold over my eyes.

*WARNING*
This book is definitely a trigger warning for those who couldn't tell. There will be drug abuse, sexual violence, rape, suicidal thoughts and actions, and A few gay things, along with hints of incestual situations. Read at your own risk. Literally.

This book is not for the faint of heart, or the easily offended. You have been warned.

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD!