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rought to a brothel, it was one of the loc

ould become of me but I knew I was

into a group of young ladies. We were stinky, dirty and exhausted. Some of the faces I saw seemed to have lost all hope, I didn't even w

st an hour before the sharp sound of heels clicking aga

rom behind the curtain I thought was a wall. My vision was getting

minded me of the air spray we used back at home even though

nched her face in disgust as her ey

ce was sharp and brisk, signifying that

t bellied man I didn'

ps closer to one of the girls. She was hardly clos

ned to leave but as she did, her eyes met mine and her movements stoppe

ed us to the bathroom and l

I couldn't blame anyone, some witnessed the most horrific scene, watching their whole

to give up, I needed to find them, especially my brother. And I was

t a hold of myself if I was interested

rub the dirt and blood off my body. I sustained so ma

cuts on my feet, several cuts a

s much as possible to not get injur

chest and stepped away from the shower. I realized that only a few

o had refused to get clean and forced them under t

kind to us, after all, we were capt

here we changed into thin linen clothes, that didn't do m

ecause I needed to survive. Aside from that, the food was tasteless. I was not sure

or more and when I was done, I was led t

filled with bunk bed

ne as I walked over to one of the bunk beds

the pain and ache in my heart, I was tired of crying and I just wan

f the question because it was glaring obvious, but what h

seemed to me like she was sticking to me because I was the only one she knew, but at that mome

tection too but I had

was practically empty, save for the bunk beds. It was so

ty I didn't want to think

I could still feel the aches and pain on my body, and I could sti