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.

an old, wooden house with asbestos tiles that formed a triangular shape

woman cry out. I pulled myself together and looked carefully

tied up. Needless to say, after days

to

the speaker a look and found myself looking at a woman in her early twenties. Though her

the other girls stopped crying

they asked,

to escape!" The sprightly woman said as she looked around, her eyes bright with the hope of

so how can we escape? If we ended up

send us to the borders," I said. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website

and were stunned

the point of taking us to the

puckered 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 said the other day