Telica
Feb 01, 2020, Yerevan, Armenia
The days with Britt became a blur. Britt had taken me to another country where the Russians are running things. I’m being held in a bedroom in a cellar. He barges in here every day whenever he feels like harassing me. Besides smacking me in the face he hasn’t hurt me bad yet, but I know it is on the horizon. It is still dark outside, so it was the perfect time to shower and get dressed.
Walking to the closet, I took out another jogging suit. The only clothing in there were for men. Britt hadn’t provided me with anything, not even underwear. Each day he changed the male guards around me, so that it was impossible to form any kind of friendship with anyone. Shuffling out the clothes, I stepped inside the shower. As the hot water pounded against my fle
