I paced back and forth in the space they called my “room”. I thought of ways to escape, ways to find my way back home. I kept picturing that boys face, his curly hair, and beautiful green eyes.
A buzz echoed through the room as the door opened.
“Ah Everly! How are you doing, love?” Lisa’s husband spoke to me as if we were friends.
“Here is your outfit. Your first customer has arrived and this is his choice.” He handed me the bag of clothes.
“Change quickly and remember, do as we say, or punishment will be the only other option for you.” With that, he exited the room. I looked at the outfit inside the bag… A black bra with silver studs, panties with no fabric except for the lining, fishnets, and tall black platform heels. My heart stopped and I began crying again. Seems that was all I could do lately.

Another buzz. The door opened. “Hun, you should be dressed by now! I’m here to do your makeup. Go sit.” I did just as Lisa said. “We’ve got to cover this black eye of yours. Don’t want another one of those so you better start listening, young lady!” She said, laughing. She had told her husband about me pushing her.
He tied me to the bed and punched my face a couple of times, bruising my eye and cheek, busting my lip. I looked in the mirror when Lisa was done. My face was fully covered in makeup, black eye shadow, and lots of mascara. “Get dressed. You have 5 minutes.” I did as she said, holding back the tears. Anger was beginning to take over my body.

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Another buzz.
“Hello beautiful” said a man. He was older, maybe in his early 40’s. He had on a black jacket, jeans, black boots, and had a buzz cut.
He crept over towards me placing his hand on my chin and lifting my face to his. His breath smelt of whisky as it hit my neck, lips following. Tears dripped down my face.
“Don’t cry love.” He said as he took out handcuffs and a strip of cloth.

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My screams were muffled that night, but I know they could be heard down the hallway.
This would not be life. I would get out of this.

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