10
Shaking like a leaf, I pull my dress back on in the bathroom of the office building I’ve been brought to. As soon as I stepped out of that room, I doubled over, struck down by my own humiliation.
Not just that, though. I am hurt by Monster’s actions. Not just the way he grabbed the back of my neck. Not just the way he shamed me and made me crawl on my hand and knees in front of a room full of strange men.
No, I am wounded and furious because Monster used who I am — used my whole life as Katherine Carolla — to debase me. He mocked my nudity to them. He told that room full of men that my father sold me, which made me want to sink into the floor.
I can’t believe that Monster would do that.
No, actually, I can.
What I can’t believe, is that I thought for a second that I was worth some
