-Liana-
I was sitting in the small kitchen in the wh*rehouse. I had nowhere else to go, and I hoped the woman leading this place would help me, and hopefully, believe me, once I told her what had happened to me. I had talked to her before, when I came giving clothes to the women here, and she had seemed … wise, almost. It was hard to explain, but of course, I knew there were many ways to be wise. You didn’t have to be book smart. Some people were wise because of the experiences they had made throughout their lives, and that made them feel reliable, and someone you wanted to go to for help. So, I truly hoped she would help me. As I came inside, one of the girls working here, of course, thought I had come to get such a job myself, but I told her I wanted to speak with her madam instead, and
