Her white knuckled hands fists the white sheets, her teeth bites into her smeared ruby colored lips and her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she tries not to scream out in pain. She buries her face into the pillow when his large rough hands squeezes her already tender breasts hard, too hard. The red skin wore the imprint of this fingers, staining her skin. She tries to block the moans from behind her as he slams his entire body into hers over and over again. Enjoying watching her squirm under him.

He leans over her body, his mouth close to her ear. She shudders. "Look at the fucking camera", his breath was foul but she couldn't do anything about it as he grips her hair and yanks her head back. One hand in her hair and the other on her waist he slams violently into her. The loud sound of skin hitting skin fills the entire room, deafening her. Her insides felt sore and bruised. There was no pleasure. She looks to her right where another man stood, camera in hand. She stares into the camera hoping that whoever views this tape could see the pleas in her eyes. 'Help me'.

***

She lies on the bed, naked, numb and alone. The men had already finished using her and left without giving her a second look. She didn't bother trying to cover up. She felt disgusting, used, helpless. Not even a single tear fell from her eye. She had done this enough times to know it was useless to cry. She just laid there staring at the door the men had left out of.

The door opens again and this time it's a face she had grown to despise more than anything. Tom. His blonde hair was pushed back from his face revealing those blue eyes that landed her here in the first place.

He was so charming and so smooth. If only she'd known he was just the opposite. A cruel, heartless man.  She closed her eyes as he sat on the bed next to her quivering body. She hated his cologne. She hated the way his hands felt as he placed his palm on her hip then slid them up to her shoulder. She hated the way he twirled her dark hair around his pale fingers. She hated his voice when he said, "You did a good job today, next time though you might want to try moaning a bit. Let them know you like getting fucked."

She wanted to scream. She didn't like being touched by random men everyday while being recorded wondering if and who would ever see her being humiliated in such a vile way. She wanted to run away but she feared no matter where she went he would find her. He would always find her, he told her once. There was no point to run away, this was her life.