The van was dark and uncomfortable. No lights. No chairs. No cushions. Where was I going? Who was I going to? What purposes did they want me for? I lye on the ground and try to sleep. The hum of the motor calms me, not sending me to sleep though. But how could I sleep? The thought that I was going to go somewhere I don't know. To be required to do something I probably didn't want to do. You see, I am an object. I am just a number to him, and just an object to the hirer. No one cares about what happened to me. My body could get left in a gutter lifeless, and no one would care. But what if I didn't get back to the wearhouse? What if my life ended in a couple of hours? Who knows what psycho I am going to? I lay on the floor and I feel a tear drizzle down my cheek. Because I knew in my heart, no matter what the other girls in the warehouse told me, that my life was worthless. Hell, our life's where worthless.
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Hunted
Mystery / ThrillerMeet Abigail Jones. She does not know her age and has had a tragic life. She does not know who her parents are as she was kidnapped by a human trafficker when she was 6 months old. Her kidnappers sold her to a place where people can illegally hire h...
