Sympathy is a powerful tool in the hands of the right user...
Luke's words seeped into my conscious thoughts.
When he said it, I was angry, mad at him for not showing a little compassion towards people who had been through hell in life. Without knowing he was right all along...
I balled my hands into fists. I was polite enough to cook for her and the others. I thought for a moment, were they in it as well? Just thinking about it made me mad!
When I found out she couldn't do some minor chores like cleaning and washing, I felt bad and decided to help her. When I saw her with clients, offering her body when she didn't want to, I felt heartbroken. I felt pity because I couldn't imagine anyone living under these conditions, she was someone's daughter too, someone's sister.
I thought about
