There you are, locked in the same dusty old room chained and bruised up.

"I do not care if you get rape, torture, or make you taste like hell. You're nothing but a maid here, got it?!" Wade's voice echoed in the room—sounds threatening.

Wade's words lingered and kept repeating it around your head like a permanent tattoo.

Everyday, they treat you like a trash. Forcing you to take illegal drugs, leaving cigarette marks on your body, and lashing you out.

You were living in hell.