"I survived to live, he survived to kill. Little did we know, only one can survive this story."
Reality is a prison.
I had ambitions, hope and freedom for whatever my future holds.
What I didn't expect, was for all that to be viciously snatched fro...
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L U C I A
THERE ARE MOMENTS WHERE I ASK MYSELF, WHY? Why did I allow my father to strike me, black and blue? Why couldn't I stop my mother's suicide? Why did I deserve the struggles in life?
Most importantly, why did I have to be trafficked?
Why?
The moment I was left alone, I asked myself many questions. I was troubled with worry. My mind couldn't wrap around the thought, that my time ahead was about to be determined by men. Powerful men. Men who had the ability to strip every identity of my life. Men who would do anything to get what they want, even if that meant to kill.
My world was crashing down like bullets of lightening. A chunk of my heart tore itself into shredded pieces, when I learned of my daunting future.
A future that consisted of me becoming a slave.
I had beds to warm.
My body to sacrifice for pleasure.
My wrists ready to be chained for torture.
Shivers ran past my spine, as I dwelled on the disgusting acts. The thought was terrifying enough, even though I haven't faced them yet. I'm not ready to accept this fate. I refuse to.
I would rather die than become a sex slave.
Alexei left me alone with my blank thoughts, with Sofia in the room. I stared at her awkwardly. My hands wrung together in nervousness.
She cleared her throat and mustered up a fake smile, spreading a sense of comfort to my worries. But I didn't feel comfortable at all.
"We should get started." She cheerily stated, clapping her hands in excitement.
The clock was ticking. He said thirty minutes, yet that wasn't enough time for me to relish the freedom I held. This was all going to be snatched away from me when the price ball drops, and I would sign myself away as an obedient slave.
The sand was slipping quickly through the hourglass. And I had to do something.
Sofia walked towards me and grabbed my arm in a tight grip.
"First we need to shower. You have to look fresh." She demanded.
We both slipped into the bathroom she disappeared in before. Hot water poured out endlessly, as I stayed hesitant in my place. Sofia watched me stay rooted in the same position. She sighed and reached the bottom of her dress for something.
