(F4A) I lie here, the soft cushion beneath me a stark contrast to the harsh reality of my predicament. My wrists, bound tightly behind my back, ache from the constant pressure of the rope. The gag in my mouth, woven and slightly rough, presses against my
We don't have much money, so if I won't study and get a job in coming month or so, my mom would have to go out asking favours from people. People around us are not that good. So, basically she'd have to turn into a prostitute, which is horrifying. Any