Nadia
NadiaThe sound of metallic parts clash in my ears. Cigar smoke fills my nostrils. I hear girls screaming and pleading nearby.
Nadia, look at me. Look here. He slaps my face hard enough to make my head spin. Open your pretty little Russian mouth, w***e.
Nadia, look at me. Look here.Open your pretty little Russian mouth, whore.“Nyet…nyet!”
“Nyet…nyet!”I jerk awake at the sound of my own voice pleading into the darkness.
I try to move, but I can’t–my wrists are immobilized–chained to the bed.
No, wait. They’re not. I sit up and rub them to be sure. I’m free. It was just a dream.
Another flashback.
The lamp beside my bed glows because I can’t fall asleep in the dark. Worse, if I wake in darkness, I scream until I’m hoarse.
I blink, looking for the cots. For the other girls chain
