She stood there - alone, scared, and helpless. As the cars kept passing by, she knew she was obligated to entice. She felt emotionally numb, yet still scared. She knew he was watching her every move, so she forced herself to play the part. Afraid of what he would do to her if she failed to bring in the expected amount of cash, she continued to walk. The night was chilly, and she certainly wasn't dressed for it. He had taken her shopping, and pretty much picked out the most skimpiest outfits she had ever worn. She should have felt pretty. She felt shame instead. Yet she rationalized in her head. After he paid his debt off, she wouldn't have to work any more. He had promised her. And he loves her. She knows he does. Maybe that was enough. Love was not a familiar word to her growing up. Everyone wanted something from her. Love came with stipulations. It wasn't real; it always had strings attached. Her father was abusive and her mother was too busy working to even notice that her oldest daughter was slowly slipping away. It started with skipping school and getting high with friends. From there, one thing led to another and she met him. He was nice. He bought her things. He noticed her. All her life she longed for someone to simply care about her. She craved attention, any kind of attention. And she was willing to do anything to keep his attention. Anything. So she walked the streets into all hours of the night. Not knowing if things were going to ever get better. Not having any hope for the future. Submissively, she continued walking.
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