Epilogue Four

Camila

For over ten hours I was locked in this god-forsaken cage with no food, no water, and no communication with the rest of the girls. My body had been so abused that a layer of dead tissue covered my wounds, still oozed blood, and the pain from the bruises and cuts on my head would keep me in bed for days.

I could feel the sweat pouring off my body as I struggled to keep myself in one spot without moving from the uncomfortable position on the cold concrete floor where the cage walls closed on me.

My eyes were swollen from dehydration. All I did was cry without tears. my body was filled with pain and my muscles were weak. Nausea, dizziness, headaches, and muscle cramps kept me awake throughout the night. The cage was fucking hot old despite the open window. I could barely breathe because of the constant stabbing pain in my side.

I hated Daddy Enzo so much for causing me so much pain. To think I was deceived that he would always protect me and that his pimp stick would never las