Vanessa’s POV
I had stared at the wall opposite me for God knows how long, my consciousness drifting in and out of sleep, as I sat on the bed, it was day five of being in this hell hole and I was already sick of it, the mafia had not touched me, relieving but scary as a point to he hadn't made a move, I don't want to know what he planned to do next.
The screams of the girls at night was torturous enough, but I couldn't do anything to help them from these vile men,
Making the matters worse, the madam, who I had found out her name to be Cecelia, always had a sick look on her face when she saw me like she had evil intent, even with the white hair she dyed herself, one could see that she was still in her early forties, her figure and beauty still intact,
But her permanent scowl always on
