Got another warning from my 'managers' today. Apparently, they’re not happy with my declining client numbers. They reminded me what happens to girls who can’t pay their debts. Sometimes I think about just running—packing a bag and disappearing into the fog along the coast. But then I remember what they do to the ones they catch. The scars they leave aren’t just on the skin.

Tonight, some older businessman is booked for two hours. He likes it rough. I’ll have to let him pull my hair, slap my ass until it’s red, and call me whatever filthy names he wants. All while pretending I like it. All while counting the minutes until he cums and leaves.

It’s the loneliness afterward that really fucks you up. Cleaning myself off in a silent apartment, knowing nobody gives a shit whether I’m alive or dead tomorrow.

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