“What’s your name?”
“It doesn’t matter, does it?” she said as she walked out.
“I guess not,” I said to myself after the door was locked.
Moments later she returned, sticking her head in the door. “Good luck, slave.”
“Thanks,” I replied as I settled onto the cot.
“By the way it’s Erika,” she said as she disappeared.
As I lay there staring at the ceiling, I wondered if my life is this bad, what about Janine. She was just an innocent bystander in this whole ordeal. Philippe had turned her into a prostitute. How many times was she f****d last night? How many c***s did she have to suck? Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about what I had caused her. I brought this all on myself. I’m the one who should pay – not her. But I guess that worthless drug lord has no conscience.
After a wh
