Be My Escape

"Tori!" A voice snapped. I flinched, slowly standing from the bed. I didn't bother fixing my shirt - why would I? It'd just get ripped off again anyway. The snoring emanating from the bed behind me slowly faded as I grew closer to the voice.

"Yes?"

"Come here." He slurred. I sighed, walking over. He pulled me on top of him, and you know how the rest goes, don't you?

My name's Tori.
About 6 years ago, my family was murdered.
The people, no, the monsters, left me there to watch.
They let me live. Only me.

So, for months, I'd wandered the streets.
Finally, someone helped me.
At least, I thought they did.
Little did I know at the time, they were just dragging me deeper into hell.

And here I am.
My name is Tori Madden.
And I am a sex slave.

I'm begging you to be my escape.