Page 35 of Doxed
I don't know how long I’ve been here or even if it’s day or night since there aren't any windows in this large concrete rectangle of a room; I sleep when the lights are dimmed and wake up when they turn them all the way back up.
The “food”—when we get it—is inedible, but if we want to eat, we don't have any other options.
They brought a few other girls into my cage with me.
I try to comfort them when they wake up, but since I'm still reeling from being trafficked myself, I don’t think I'm much help.
Sarah is a student traveling back to her university alone and Megan is a wife whose husband sold her. Pretty fucked up, huh?
My hair hangs in greasy, stringy strands down my back and I want to peel my dirty skin off of my body. I desperately need a shower, but this place doesn't have any of those.
At least no one has raped me yet, but I know it’s only a matter of time. Why else would I be here?
When I'm not sleeping, I huddle in the corner, sometimes with one of the girls in my cage, and hope that I die soon.
No matter what I or my dad did to Miles, no one deserves this. I’ve never felt such fear. Such paralyzing, all-consuming fear.
I want to cry, but I physically do not have any left. I’m dangerously dehydrated and hungry, but those are the least of my worries.
My ears ring every time a scumbag… I don't even know what to call him, trafficker is probably the most accurate, comes and takes a woman out of one cage and takes her away. Sometimes she’s brought back, other times she’s not.
Once, the other girls in the cage attacked the man when he went in to take a girl.
We all watched as more men poured in and beat all the women bloody and then raped them; one girl had to be taken away for medical attention.
The man that beat her never came back, and no one has fought back after that.
When I first came in, I thought I'd stay strong and fight for my freedom, but the longer I'm here, the more I can feel the fire inside of me diminish, and now I fear it’s been completely extinguished.
Every day, I search the new faces for the girls from La Lujuria, but I haven't seen any of them. I tried to save them, but instead I ended up in the same place.
The soft whispers and cries abruptly stop in the concrete hell, and heavy footsteps echo through the hall. One man is coming to take someone.
I keep my head down, resting against my knees as I wait for the screams of the girl that’s taken, but it stays silent, and then I hear the footsteps stop right in front of me.
I’ve been waiting for this. Sarah whimpers and scuffles closer to Megan. I raise my head and see a guard flipping through the large ring of keys, slowly as always. This one loves to torture the girls. He gets off on the fear.
I look over my shoulder and see Megans wrapped her arms around Sarah, holding her tightly and whispering into her dirty hair.
Turning around, I make eye contact with the scumbag, wanting to put on a front that I’m not afraid, but I am. Anything could happen to me after I leave this cage. But my bravado lodges in my throat when I realize he isn’t taking his eyes off me.
What does he have planned for me?