Lesson Time II
I hated myself for agreeing to it but I was scared of what he’d do to me if I refused. He didn’t look the kind of man to be messed with. As I slipped out of my clothes a wrenching occured in my heart. Cut off, this final step was going to seperate me from those I loved forever, but there was nothing to do, other than live through it.
That night I cried myself to sleep.
Mr. Black took me to the most notorious part of the Amsterdam Red Light District. He told the guard to escort me to a dorm with girls my own age. “Tomorrow you start earning” he’d said.
I lay staring at the grey ceiling in my hospital style bed. No money wasted it seemed.