I felt numb. I felt number with every push I feel inside of me. I gave up screaming ages ago. I gave it up the moment I knew what life I had to put up with for the rest of my life. "Yes," I heard the man moan in pleasure behind my miserable dark life, pressing more of his weight against me. "Good girl."
This has been my life.
I froze and stared at the ceiling under the sheets unable to compose my thoughts – unable to express them without feeling a knife over my neck. I couldn't even feel my heart anymore. All I feel was my blood rushing up to my head, to my brain, to my foot, to every finger, to every muscle and vein inside my body. It wasn't a good feeling.
Smoke. There was smoke all over the room again and I can feel them linger down my nostrils – constantly irritating my throat but I make no sound. As if my voice were gone. As if I don't feel anything anymore. "You did well, my child. This is why I really take care of you." At this point, I couldn't even tell if he was holding me elsewhere but I knew he was. I was just too senseless now. "11. Tonight. If you bail, you know what happens."
This is unfortunately my life.
Be warned that this novel contains explicit contents like vulgar word choices, violent actions, minimal sexual scenes and use of drugs.