Nia POV
With a towel wrapped around me, I walk to the room with wobbling legs. Holy hell, that was so much better than the first time – which also confuses me.
Should I not feel sleezy and dirty for selling my body? Technically, this is prostitution, but instead of money, I get my freedom. Wait … this sounds borderline close to human trafficking. Should I not hate myself for doing it? Or at least hate Master?
It confuses me that I do not feel guilty or sad or whatever I think I am supposed to feel. I feel hopeful and that I regained a little bit of control over my life. There are possibilities – a future. I can stay here and negotiate for things I want – like finishing school, or I can escape. I have choices – choices I can live with.
As awful as it is to admit it, I like my life a lit
