The dim light of the brothel illuminated the room with a red hue, creating dancing shadows on the walls. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol hung in the air, mixed with a heavy perfume that seemed to suffocate you. You were paralyzed, your mind in turmoil.

Your father, a man of humble origins, had always indulged in vice, but he never imagined that one day he would take you to a place like this. "This is my daughter," he said, with distorted pride, as he forced you to raise your head.

The men in front of you were grotesque figures, with looks that tore you apart. "She is beautiful and pure. I am sure she will be to your taste," he continued, as if you were an object for sale. Your heart raced in your chest, and the humiliation burned like acid.

"To pay off my debt, I will give you my daughter." The words echoed in your mind, a cruel echo that made you feel like a piece of meat. The man sitting behind the curtain was a shadow, but his voice was clear, deep, and authoritative. “Go and leave the girl.”

Your father ran away, abandoning you in a sea of ​​strangers. “Come closer, girl.” The order sounded like a command, and you hesitated, your body trembling. With slow, nervous steps, you approached, each movement a reminder of the fear that consumed you. The world outside seemed far away, and here, in that moment, you felt completely alone. “What is your name?”