“I hate my life because it is empty.”
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Anastasia’s POV
I rush down the dimly lit hallway, my vision blurred by tears that stream uncontrollably down my face. I run towards the ladies restroom, I need to be alone, away from these people. I burst through the door of the ladies room, locking myself in one of the stalls. My heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest any time soon.
As I collapse onto the toilet seat, overwhelmed by the weight of my emotions, my body shudders with sobs. Tears flood my face, I can’t even control how I feel right now. I feel dirty, used, and so broken.
How could he make me do that? I couldn’t even defy him. I dare not, I know that so well.
How did it come to this? I thought I was just taking a job at an upscale club, serving drinks and making tips
