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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 When my mother came home, I had withdrawn my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