She sat on the floor of the shower, letting the water wash her shame away. The man she’d had sex with for money hadn’t been all that big, so she’d just closed her eyes, letting her mind go somewhere else. She thought of afternoons spent with her parents, going to the beach and being happy.It was over with quickly, and she was thankful for that. The joke had been on her though. The man she’d been forced to suck off, had recorded everything and when he dropped her off on the corner, he told her he was sending the videos to Saint.She knew he’d never forgive her, but the rage she’d witnessed, the pain in his eyes; it would haunt her forever. She grabbed what was hers, things she’d bought with her own money and left, because at that moment, she was sure he was capable of killing her.When the water turned tepid, she shut it off and wrapped a towel around herself. It felt like she’d been hit by a bus. Her whole body ached, but she pulled pajamas on, brushed her hair and sat down on the be
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