Imani
“We need to get out of here,” I said, looking for a window to escape out of. To my dismay, I couldn’t find one.
What was I thinking?
“Hey, Amber. Did you hear me? We need to get out of here.”
I turned to face her, and my face scrunched up in confusion. While I was looking for an escape route, she’d changed her dress into a see-through one that left very little to the imagination. Her n*****s poked through the fabric and her pubic region was clearly shaved and on display. Her private areas weren’t the only thing on display. Bruises and scars riddled her pale skin—some were old, and some were fresh. I’d say they were as recent as yesterday—quite possibly today.
“Put this on,” she instructed, extending a matching dress to me.
“I’m…I’m not wearing that.”
“You have to,” she replied
