The next six hours passed by in a blur of bodies and grunts, each man taking his turn with me without regard for my comfort or pleasure. I felt like nothing more than a toy being passed from one hand to another, used and discarded at their whims.

By evening, when all the clients had finally left, I was thoroughly exhausted both mentally and physically. Every inch of my skin screamed in protest as I tried to move, every muscle aching from repeated abuse.

As the women began to filter back into the common area, I retreated once more to my room, needing solitude and quiet to gather my scattered thoughts. Forced into this life against my will, I wondered how long I could go on like this. Each day felt like an eternity, and with each new client came the knowledge that escape grew more unlikely.