My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Her martial arts experience was apparent as she easily threw me to the ground with a few moves. She kicked me in the ribs with no mercy in sight.

As her patience wore thin, she stopped wasting time talking to me. She took my fingers and the pen, then forcibly signed my name on the document. She then grabbed my fingers and pressed them onto the wound on my forehead.

After a moment, my blood- stained finger was pressed on top of my signature on the document. She had done everything so smoothly, as if it were routine done a hundred times before. The door closed behind her with a 'bang.1

I laid on the ground, my body still shaking as the pain began to spread through every part of my body.

I couldn't imagine the mess I'd gotten into.

I laid on the ground, motionless.

Three days later, I was dragged into a car by two women. My eyes were blindfolded. The time I spent in that car felt like it stretched on for hours.

By the time the gauze strapped around my head was removed, I had alread been locked up in an unfamiliar, filthy place.

wooden house with asbestos tiles

myself together and looked carefully around at my

feet tied up. Needless to say, after days of use, my clothes

to me, shivering and

looking at a woman in her early twenties. Though her clothes were filthy, her

her speak, the other girls stopped

as they asked,

Let's figure out where we are and how to escape!" The sprightly woman said as she looked around, her eyes bright with

is it? We don't even know exactly where we are, so how can we escape? If we ended up in the mountains, even if we managed to escape,

going to send us to the borders," I said. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the

girls turned to me and were stunned

point of taking us to

my lips. I couldn't figure this out either. I had originally thought that those people were going to sell me to other countries, but what they'd