"Ellie!" my boyfriend yells up the stairs.
"Yes babe?" I call back as I walk downstairs.
"We have visitors." he answers showing no emotion.
"You must be the Mrs!" the eldest one of the many men cramped into our small flat said, but before I could say no he continued, "We need to ask you a few questions about how you got to be in your current situation."
Wait, wait, wait! Back track, "what situation?" I hear you ask, well let me tell you...
WARNINGS: SELF-HARM, DRUG USE, DOMESTIC ABUSE/VIOLENCE and SWEARING
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