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“Who are you?” I ask, wondering what’s happened to her.
“I’m no one. It doesn’t matter,” she replies calmly. “Let me finish washing your hair. If I leave it, it’ll get worse.”
I shudder at her words, knowing exactly what she’s referring to. “Do they do this to you, too?”
She lifts a shoulder carelessly. “Not all of them.”
I watch as she struggles to pick up the bucket of water. But when she does, she pours it over my hair, rinsing out the suds, making me clean.
“Why are you helping me?” I ask, so confused by this, but so damn grateful.
“I know what it feels like to be one of their girls. It hurts, it’s degrading, and it’s the lowest you’ll ever feel.” Her words are clear and filled with pain.
“What have they done to you?” I whisper, horrified by just how calm she is about this all. “How long have you been here?”
She stares at me blankly, her green eyes almost lifeless.
“I was born here,” she tells me as she begins to dry me.
“What?” I whisper. “You were?”
“My father is the president.”
My blood chills at her words. Surely not. No way would a father allow their child to be subjected to this torture. “He is?”
“I was born a girl, but my father always wanted a boy,” she tells me as she helps me into a nightdress, The arms are cut out so it goes over my head and fits onto my body. “These men are cruel. They do not care if you are hurt. As long as they have fun, that’s all that matters. Don’t show them fear,” she whispers. “I have to go.” She turns and begins to walk away.
“Wait!” I call out.
She turns, her eyes sad as she gives me a smile.
“Don’t show them fear,” she repeats, then rushes out of the room.
I have a sickening feeling as the door closes after her. What will they do to her when they find out that she cleaned me?
Once again, the pain and heaviness takes over my body. I’m barely able to keep my eyes open for long these days. I feel as though I’m slowly sinking away. The darkness is my safe space. I’m able to be in a different place. I can be happy in the dark abyss. It’s a place where I don’t hurt.
* * *
I’mawoken by the sounds of angry shouts. My entire body goes solid. The men are back. I have no idea what the time is. It’s dark and dingy in this room. Thankfully, the fire has been kept going throughout my time here, giving me heat when the chill starts to creep in.
“You’re awake,” a deep, gravelly voice says. It’s the man who seems to be in charge of this shit. No one has given me any names, and it’s too dark to see what his tag says.
“So you are,” I retort, trying to stifle the fear in my voice. I can’t help it, the words just slip from my lips. I’ve always just said whatever comes to mind instead of thinking things through.
I hear the rustle of movement, and out of nowhere, the fucker slams the butt of his gun into the side of my face. It’s powerful and connects with a sickening crack. I can’t stop the cry from escaping me. My temple explodes with so much pain my vision starts to blur.
The fucker laughs. “You were saying?”
I swallow hard. God, he’s a fucking animal.
“I wasn’t saying anything,” I whimper. I’m wary of what I say. The last thing I want is to be hurt again. I’m not sure how much I can take.
“Next time, you keep your fucking mouth shut. Now open that trap of yours and tell me what I need to know.” As he spits the words out, he thrusts his gun towards me in emphasis.
I shake my head. I don’t know what he wants me to say.
“C’mon, princess, tell us what the Kelly’s want to hear,” the bastard growls again. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. I can feel his calloused fingers digging into my tender flesh. He presses the gun to the side of my head. “C’mon, princess, you’re wasting time. If I were you, I’d start talking.”
