Torn Away

I got up and had to wear what she layed out for me it was a white sheer see through slip. I feel so exposed but after six years of this you`d think I would have been used to it.She`s been making me do this ever since I was eleven. I went to the room I had to serve clients in, the room had a bed a table and one chair. I sat in the chair and waited it was taking a while so I turned the chair around just enough that I could put my ear on the outside wall to hear the rain. I heard footsteps and I knew by the time he was done I would have a black eye and a bloody lip, just by the way my ``mother'' said he liked it rough. He walked in and locked the soundproof door.a small tear rolled down my cheek I quickly whipped it away but apparently not quick enough to keep him from seeing me cry.I was not allowed to cry in front of the clients so I was petrified he was going to tell her. when I did something wrong she grabbed what ever she could find and hurt me. She would even slit my wrist if I did something the client didn`t like or just because she was angry she took it out on me.

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