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ng. I sat there, tense and on edge, as he continued to eat. When he was finished, he pushed his plate away and turned to me. 'Thank you,' he s

going on? I felt like I was in the middle of a puzzle, but I couldn't see the pieces. I felt lost and confused, and I didn't know what to do." I went to the window and looked out into the night. The stars were twinkling in the sky, and I found myself wishing I could be out t

se. I met girls from all walks of life, from different countries and cultures. Some were quiet and shy, while others were outgoing and friendly. I

learned how to be invisible, how to stay out of his way. I made myself useful, and I hoped that would keep me safe. But even as I learned the

ls from another room. She was looking at me with a smirk on her face. 'You think you're so special, just because you can do the dishes? You're nothing

st like us, a prisoner in this house. And you'll never get out.' I felt like I was going to cry, but I forced myself to stay strong. I kept washin

. 'Are you okay?' the voice asked. I turned and saw one of the other girls from another room. She was looking at me with concern, and I felt a

o them. You're a good person, and you deserve respect.' I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me. I was so thankful to have someone on my s

about me and wanted to help me. And that made all the difference. I felt a sense of relief wash over me, and I knew that things wer