Chapter 17

It's not as hard as before, maybe Luciano is my spirit animal after all.

With less effort, I climbed up the pole. Spinning and raising my legs, I tried not to puke.

The other lady seems less present these days, all she does is teach me for an hour and leave me to stress my life out for another four. I even made sure I put a smile on my face as I imagined myself as a professional pole dancer.

Or stripper.

Should I call myself a stripper?

I have no idea.

The fact that I didn't even think if Luciano would want to use me for another evil made me calm. The less I think, the less I worry. Hopefully, I would grow to get used to him and get free.

If he does not free me, I would escape. I would expose his evil works and make sure no other women get into his try. Hopefully, but won't be as lame as girls or women talking about their survival stories.

Mind you, I said some not all.

The ones that really got trafficked, kidnapped, used, abused, and lost their