Alice's POV
A charming smile was plastered on my face as I swayed in front of the VIPs at the bar in the casa where Glen had sold me. I was almost unrecognizable with the thick makeup caked on my face.
I could hear the men yelling and whistling, their eyes glued to me. I ground harder, my body moving automatically. I was used to this kind of work. I had accepted my fate. There was nothing else I could do. I was already covered in mud. I was a dirty woman. I had no hope of getting out.
Society had cast me aside. Sometimes, I just wanted to kill myself. My life was worthless. I didn't know why I was still alive. Only drugs gave me a fleeting sense of strength in this situation. They were my constant companion. Drugs, alcohol, cigarettes. I knew I was addicted, but I couldn't stop.
When I
