I whimpered and closed my eyes. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, I knew that either way I was going to be selling my body.

“Come on,” the man whispered. I shook my head, my body paralysed. I couldn’t speak and the voice wouldn’t speak for me.

“I know you’re scared, but—” He cut himself off as the doorknob beside me turned.

“Did someone lock this?” came the heavily-accented voice from outside.
“We haven’t got time to wait,” the man whispered.
“What’s your name?” I hissed.
“What?” Look just—"
“What’s your name?” I repeated slowly.
“Derek, now will you come?”

Reluctantly I nodded as the doorknob twisted again. “Got, vill someone please get zis door unlocked?”

“How am I going to fit through that?” I hissed, my mind slowly gaining sense knocked out by the last few days.
“You’re not.” Derek’s face disappeared from the window as the door flung inwards.

“Hello, dahleng.” The Russian looked leeringly at me as I pushed myself into the corner and self-scolded for trusting ‘Derek’.