“Hi,” said the woman next to me, her mouth missing several teeth, her face lined with years of neglect and hardship.
“Hi,” I said back to her, taking a moment to tune out the noise around me. I could tell that she had been pretty, once. Perhaps even beautiful. And here she was, broken by years of neglect, I assumed. And yet, even handcuffed, chained to a bench, and wearing filthy tattered clothes, she still smiled broadly at me, her dirt-streaked cheeks red with sunburn, looking strangely cheery.
“So. What’s a pair of pretty girls like you two doing in here?” she asked. “Did you…” she leaned over and winked in a slow, exaggerated manner, “you know…”
“Um…” I stared saying, only to be interrupted by Jessica’s frantic elbowing in my side.
“Des—” she hissed in my ear.
I rolled my eyes and said to the nice lady next to me, “So sorry. One moment…” then turned to face Jessica.
“What?”
“Um, there’s a lot of scary looking guys. Over there…” she twisted around and pointed a finger over to the side of the room, her handcuffed wrists kept close together near her abdomen. “You see them?”
I glanced over to where she was pointing and suppressed a sigh. “Yeah, I guess,” I whispered back. “We’re at the downtown station, Jess. There’s bound to be all sorts of scary-ass people here!”
Follow Destiny and her friends in the continuation of this series centered around a young woman who wants to make it big in the adult industry, in a dystopian world that doesn’t give her the right to make her own decisions.
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Erik
