I wake up in the cold room, alone.
The shackles holding my ankles to the cement floor rattle as a I sit up on my mattress. My hands find my lips and I trace the curve of my mouth. He kissed me here.
I rub my arms, feeling the cuts and bumps he left here.
My eyes scatter to my legs and arms and stomach, eyeing the bruises he gave me.
Today is the day.
He will come here soon and take me away. I'll end up in a new basement, with new rules, and a new man who will take his place.
It's been 4 years since I lost my freedom. 4 years of rape. 4 years of abuse. 4 fucking years. I've been sold six times, never actually being enough for anyone.
I look around the room and realize this is my life now.
The endless amount of harassment, multiple men who use me for my body, countless days spent starving. Locked doors and chains. This is it.
Or so I thought.
