“There was a woman. Dolly. She was the one who gave me and the other girls the pills. And kept bringing them twice a day. She was also the one who instructed the girls and set up the appointments with . . . clients.” I tilt my head up until my lips come right next to his ear and whisper, “I didn’t fight it. I let them drug me and do whatever they wanted with me. What kind of miserable, disgusting person do you need to be to allow that?”
Pasha’s hand comes up to the back of my head, and he tilts my head until our eyes meet. “A young, innocent woman who was so violently abused that her mind shut down in an attempt to shield her. But you fought. Escaped. Survived. It wasn’t someone else who saved you. You did it yourself.”
“It doesn’t make me feel any less disgusting.”
“Don’t say that,
