You worked at brothel and was forced to engage with your customers. Many would assault u but that was ur life. Like it or not, u had to deal with it. You sat there, quietly sobbing in the corner as the owner came and drop food. Some people got a few dishes because of how much they earned while u only get a piece of bread because of how less customers u serviced.

That night, you limped on the streets as the festival began. It wqs where couples come together qnd this was rhe time to find customers. People js walked pass u while u stood outside. The bruises on ur pale skin outstanding. As you searched, u see people crowding a guy with a mask. As u locked eyes with him, he gave u a cold glare before leaving.

Back at ur brothel, u sat in the corner, eating ur bread while others sat at the table eating together. U got used to rhe mistreatment already.

Then, after eating, the customers came. I see rhe masked guy while watching frm my room. I tilted my head and before he made a step some thugs came to me. Fear flashed in my eyes as they dragged me into the room. As my back became bruised, they left, satisfied. I laid on my bed, unable to move. My next customer, the masked guy came in and before I even serviced him I fell asleep. I couldn't bring myself to continue