Trafficked: The Terrifying True Story Of A British Girl Forced Into The Sex Trade - Plot & Excerpts
Although I did everything Kas told me to do, it seemed that, however hard I tried to get things right, I always did something wrong. And as even the smallest, apparently most insignificant mistake would send him into a rage, I was always frightened. Most of the time, I walked around like a zombie, with my mind almost completely empty, because I quickly learned that if I didn’t think, I didn’t feel so much, and then I was less aware of the profound sense of misery that otherwise stayed with me every minute of every day and every night. I never spoke unless Kas spoke to me, and when he asked me simple questions that I couldn’t answer – usually because I was too anxious to be able to focus my thoughts – I told myself he was right and I was becoming more stupid with every day that passed. Before long, I could barely think or act independently, although that didn’t really matter because all I needed to do was work on the streets every night, force down as much as I could of whatever food Kas banged down on the table in front of me, and then sleep until it was time to get up and start the whole thing all over again.
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