The forced prostitute

A 17 y/o who has always chased her dreams for as long as she can remember, and now she is just one step close to it.
She has always prayed to be able to take her mom with her and can remove their misery, independently.
She has got the best news which is just what she wished for the past several years.
No matter how beautiful she is, no matter how envious other girls are, no matter how many compliments she got, she just wanted one thing - to be able to pursue her dream.
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I knew that from this day nothing is going to be okay with me, I knew that they have claimed me, and I am going to be a prostitute, but a forced one.
I don't know what will happen to her if I will be not with her.
She will die, and here I am dying.
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They kept doing it, which I loathed, their disgusting touch was getting into my nerves, I could have run a long time ago, but these handcuffs and sedatives 24/7 had made me almost dead that I was merely able to feel, let alone move.
This was so hard on me, my tears were flowing but I was not making any sound, they did a good job with assertive sedatives, and drugging me.
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Every man would come inside and tell me, that for how much they have bought me for some hours.
I was able to feel my own blood drenching the bedsheet, but the person on top of me couldn't care less, because after all, they paid for me.
I was slowly forgetting my last name, and I was just waiting for the day, the day when I'll die.
And this will end. I lost the count after 17 men and talking about pain. I have stopped feeling that long ago, everything is numb. My wrists, which are tightly wrapped in hard cuffs.
I wanted to die...but he has to come, and save me, I don't know if I'll ever expect myself, then why he is?
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*This book is dark, contains mature and explicit scenes, if you easily get triggered by rape, and force DON'T READ, try to criticize less, the age-gap is there for a part. Meant for 18+ readers*
Snee Schiffer.