Abused, Used and Rescued.
Just for a night let me escape. Let my shackles break and my heart explode. Let me love and be loved, let me be a human, let me feel alive. Let me breathe.
Worthless. Is one word to describe me. Used. Is another word. Bought. My famous line? "50 an hour." In reality that's all I ever was. Worthless for being Used for one man's pleasure. But I didn't want that anymore... And who knew that being Bought could safe me...?