She sat by the window, her head throbbing harder than before. The glass in front of her had been shattered and stained causing her view of the outside world to be almost unrecognizable. Despite the filth that covered the view she pressed her face against it, hoping to find a small crack where she might be able to see something besides the walls that surrounded her. Besides, nothing could make her feel any dirtier than the way she felt inside anymore. With no luck, she slumped her back against the wall again. These walls had grown painfully familiar. The room, barely big enough for her to stretch out her legs in full, had quickly become her prison cell.


She figured she should try and get a couple of minutes rest before her next customer arrived. After all, a few minutes break might be the longest she would get today. Closing her eyes, her mind started to drift. Memories of her life before this were so distant she could hardly remember. What seemed like a couple of years ago now, she had been engaged to be married. Her fiancée and her didn't have much but they were excited to start their new life together.
Hoping to be of assistance, her mother in law had heard of a job being offered in a restaurant just across the border and thought it would be a great idea for them to start their life off together with a bit of support on the side. Without hesitation she had jumped at the opportunity, knowing it may have been their only chance to release their family from poverty and maybe start her own one day. Before she knew it she was on her way to the border but instead of being meet by her new boss, she instead was meet by a group of large men who took her passport, beat her and threw her in the back of a truck. She couldn't remember much more of that day and since then life had just been a blur.


Before she could allow her mind to return any further she felt a hand grab her arm and yank her from her daze. Pulling her down the hallway, he shoved her into another room and sat her on a chair in the corner. A second man turned and approached her with a needle. Remembering this same experience previous times before, she turned, hoping to find a route of escape. But it seemed that prior to her even having the thought, the man had already perceived her actions and held her down. His hands on her shoulders were ice-cold, the strength in his grip almost unbearable. She felt as though his hold was about to break a bone... again... and then she felt it, the painful jab in her arm causing her to both sweat and feel cold at the same time. She could feel the reflux rise in her throat but did her best to hold it down.


As soon as it was over, she was dragged back to her room and the next man was sent in. He smiled, turned toward her and pushed her up against the wall. She was exhausted, but knew if she didn't perform and give him what he wanted she would suffer even more later on.


By the time he was through she wanted to cry but the fear of showing any emotion held her back. Each one was the same, nothing made it any easier. Even after all this time she still felt the pain that came as each customer paid their fee, walked in and walked out without a second thought. The only idea that keep her going was the dream that maybe one day someone would hear her story. Maybe someone would care enough to stand up against this. Maybe someone would rescue her...


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then we have us.

and we all live on the same planet.