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And after that meeting, I knew exactly what he wanted with me. I had promised myself that night when I laid in bed after the men left that I wouldn't let him turn me into one of those women.

I tried, I tried so hard to fight him anyway I could. No matter how much he beat me, I pushed back. No matter how many times he threatened to starve me, I refused to eat. No matter how many times he threatened me with death, I begged him do it, I begged him to save me from all of this by ending it once and for all.

He never did. He kept me, he broke me down, he took who I was and crushed it between his fingers as if I was nothing more than a vile bug. But he never sold me. Maybe it was because he failed his conquest to mold me into his vision of perfection.

Regardless, I was here.

Broken, alone, sad, and angry; hating life because I didn't have one worth living.

Dropping back against the wall, I slid down onto my ass, wrapping my knees and pulling them into my chest. Stuffing my head between my legs, I let out a defeated breath.

Fuck my life.