Crazy Tales from the Truck
They were stripped of their clothes, their hair matted and wild, with nothing but thin, sheet-like rags wrapped around their bodies.
At the sight of me—or rather, the man standing over me—some of the women cringed back in terror, while others stared with glazed, vacant eyes. Their minds were clearly broken. Some simply lay back on the straw and spread their legs with mechanical indifference.
My legs went weak, and I felt like I was about to collapse onto the straw.
Raul hadn't been joking. He had truly sold me. As I looked at this living hell, the horrific reality finally shattered whatever denial I had left.
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