Chapter 22
Sofia's POV
Fifteen minutes or thereabout. That's how long I'd stood under the warm shower, thinking about how my life got to this point.
The feel of the water against my cuts and bruises stung me badly even after Mrs. Grossi had helped me the best way she could, but it was nothing compared to the amount of pain my heart felt when my mind wandered to the humiliating incident itself.
Mrs. Grossi was right.
I did absolutely nothing to deserve this.
I did not have a choice when I decided to be become an cheap prostitute.
I did not have a choice when Enzo decided to cage me in this prison to be his exclusive b***h.
How long was I going to watch my life become an unhabitable mess without being able to do anything about it?
Prostitution was a lot more than just s*x in excha
