Part 27

Part 27

I have no clue where I am, it’s dark, damp, and I’m tied to a cot. I’m still in a daze, every time I get a chance to look around, someone grabs my head, and someone else sticks something in my arm. I’m so out of it, my body feels heavy, I’m getting flashbacks but of nothing that was good in my life. I hear someone telling me how worthless I am, how I’m only good for one thing. I don’t recognize the voice but it repeats all negative things to me, over and over again. I woke up one time and could feel someone inside of me, the smell of this man was dreadful. My stomach turning, skin itching, I heard someone ask me if I needed some. Without thought I said yes. I feel like I’m trapped in a body that isn’t mine, I’m watching myself being raped and drugged and there’s nothing I can do.  Days, weeks, months go by, man after man, injection after injection, and I can’t get a hold of reality. I have fallen into the pits of hell and can’t pull myself out.

One day, I was untied, thrown in the trunk, and driven around for what felt like hours. Every time the trunk opened I couldn’t  react to free myself because as soon as I saw the needle, unconsciously extended my arm. The trunk closed again and everything inside of me was dying. After three injections I was pulled out of the trunk and taken to an apartment, thrown in the bathroom, and was told to wash up really good because it was time to go to work. In the inside I was excited, because I knew if given the chance I would free myself of what’s being done to me. I washed as I was instructed, I needed to wash all of the men off of me, from inside me. The hot water was burning my skin but I needed to be clean. I stuck my face under the water, closed my eyes, and I asked myself, where’s my King?

I heard the door open and a man told me to come on and called me baby. I thought King came to rescue me, but the voice doesn’t match. He told me that I’ll be sleeping with a friend of his and he’ll make sure I get as much heroin as my body can hold. The inner me jolted, I wanted out, but-but what was I going to do? Where was I going to go? I felt like I needed help to get away, maybe they’re right, I am useless and only good for one thing.

“I don’t want heroin, I want the money.”

“Bitch, you’ll get what I say you get. Nothing more, nothing less, now get in there and do your fucking job. I paid too much for you to be making demands. Don’t make me fuck up that pretty little face of yours.”

He pushed me into the bedroom where it was a dirty mattress on the floor. A guy comes in already unbuttoning his pants and I heard in the distance,

“whatever you do, don’t touch the face.”

He told me he would be gentle, he would take it easy on me. I don’t know where I am, I don’t know the date, how old I am, and where the fuck is King!