's

pologize for everything." I scream

and finally get rid of you." The woma

for a glimmer of regret, a glimmer of sorr

ness or regret, just pure delusiona

elling me to a crue

of two men, but it was futile. When my mother came home, I had withdrawn my

y a few years ago; I was

for me, despite the fact that I was in middle school at the tim

gnoring her responsibilities and not telling anyone where she had gon

the person I looked up to. When he lost all of our money and our life sav

exacerbated our problems. My father became involved

me, and I never expected my mot

icked up by two muscular

to bite the man who had thrown me o

I saw the gun in his waistband, fear overtook

er, hoping and praying that she would save me from this nightmare, but all I saw before being inject

when I was separa

ok me to his strip club and

me true. He was the sickest man who ever lived, forcing me to stri

hed me against my will, he enjoyed it. His deranged m

l of my innocence, as well as al

, not letting anyone else see me. He fed me small portions of food, but I soon di

irst time it happened, I assumed it was because I was tired and fell asleep, hitting my hip on

because now I was trapped not only in a nightma

me conscious. He wanted to hear my screams and my agony, but I wouldn't let him. I kick

had to deal with the constant fatal

basement. He threatened to beat me if I did

e interest in me because I was no longer a new shiny t

o years to fi

uld afford with the little money I had. After my dance, I slip

the money. The money was filthy, and I wanted

ure that the manager and the majority of the staff were women

ough money to stop sleeping on be

was the first time I had smiled since before I was sold. I

ent. I knew I was screwed up, and while I didn't

self-worth and began to learn to let go, even though I knew it was