I lower my head and silently cry.
When I get out of here, am going back to my house and pretend this was just a bad dream.
I will soak my body for days with every detergent that exists.
Fuck, I will start going to church and do everything I promised God I will do.
I will complete high school, and elope to a place where no one will ever find me.
This world is not for me, I don't think I will survive if I stay.
I look at the watchdog standing beside me and speculate if I can try luring him.
I know he must be loyal to his Master, but a girl can still try, right?
"Hey" my throat is so fucking parched but I can't risk asking for water here, it's probably contaminated with all these germs.
The man looks down at me and his face is as hard as stone.
Doesn't he have a mate? How will he feel If it was his mate in my position?
"What?" he snaps glaring at me.
He is bald and wearing what am assuming is a guard's uniform. Boring green khaki trousers and a matching shirt.
