It was on cold mornings that I would remember my dirty past and dread my future. I was doing well in life until they hit me: the street gangs and the Network.

After my parents had died, I fully moved into my shopped and furnished school bus while the rest of the family moved elsewhere. I hit the road and was caught in the bad crowd. I found myself a whore, selling my body too many men a night I never knew and never wished to know. My life was hell. That is, until I had enough courage to save a bit of what I earned a night and planned to escape the madness of the nightly sexual desire I was constantly thrust into.

On new years I hit the road and began traveling the country, living in the school bus I had lived in for years. The Network caught me trying to cross the border into the United States and I was dragged back into the dark world of sex and alcohol. I was given to a new pimp and a new band of fellow whores. It was chaos and hell broken down and reassembled every dawn and dusk. That is, until I was chosen by a strange man and brought into a love hotel private room. I believed it to be soundproof.

I walked nervously into the private room and sat on the large bed as the man closed and locked the door. He didn’t move from the door. I stared at him. “What? You don’t want me anymore?”

“Why do you do it?” he sounded kind. “Is it because you’re afraid?” I scoffed at him as if he didn’t get it right.

“Afraid of what?”

“Of being alone.” This man would be surpisingly spot on if it were before I initially left the Network. I no longer was afraid of being alone, but instead of being hurt. All these men and all these things they did to me… it never meant a thing. I’ve had a thousand ‘one night stands,’ and I’m sure they never loved me. They all used me. But it was the lack of comitment that came from their usage of my cunt that made me somewhat happy--not that I liked being a whore. I haven’t been a virgin since I was seventeen but if a first love’s kiss and a first love’s sex meant anything, then I was still a virgin. I’ve been one for the past ten years.

“You’re wrong.”

He turned around. “Oh, really?” His words were spat out at me as if he were disgusted. I grew nervous as the man walked to me and pushed me down onto the bed. This was a different man than any I’ve encountered. I didn’t know how to treat him. I swallowed. “If you really weren’t afraid, then why can I do this?” And he leaned down and kissed me, his tongue practically throwing itself down my throat. I only suppressed the gag reflex thanks to how used to it I was. Everything was perfectly timed, my body knew exactly how to react to everything it was ever exposed to. It showed me how often this happened. It sickened me and I almost gaged for the second time.

The man began to undress the easily taken off clothes I wore. “Nn…”

His mouth left mine. “If you want me to stop, say it.” I shook my head and was about to grab his head but he pulled away slightly. “Why not?”

Reluctantly, I answer: “If your dick doesn’t enter my cunt, you have no obligation to pay me.” The man chuckled.

“You’re right. So what should I do? Fuck you? What do I get in return?” I looked up at him with wide eyes. What does he get? I can’t believe he asked that! He gets sex! That’s what he gets! I give him sex, then he pays me, that’s how the story is supposed to go! No twists needed to make it exciting for those erotic viewers who need a story to know.

“You get sex.”

“Not enough. I want more.” What more could I give him?

“Fuck,” I mumbled. “What do you want from me?”

“I wan’t you to be free.”

“…what?”

“You heard me exact. I want you to be free. I bet you’ve had enough sex for one person’s lifetime.” I couldn’t help but laugh at him. One lifetime? I’ve had enough for a dozen.

“Excuse me, but I don’t think I can give you that.”

“Work for it. Work towards it. We’ll make love tonight, and afterwards I will leave and you will keep trying to earn your freedom from this market. Deal?” Why was this man making such a deal with me? He was impossible to figure out. Such awkward kindness shown towards me… the last I’ve felt this was ten years ago.

“Will you leave money before you leave?”

“Of course,” he whispered and then kissed my lips gently, not at all like those other men I’ve come to know. He even asked for entry! Fancy that! What a gentleman! Doing my job, I let him enter. The rest of the night is history.

This man, who’s name is Tin Sinkle, didn’t make me feel used. He made me feel… like a woman. A real person not hidden in the shadows of their pimp or the Network. Someone trustworthy. Tim left the money like he promised (it was a very generous sum of bills). I took it and gave ¾ of it to my pimp while the missing ¼ was for me, for my savings to escape. I was going to use the same plan as before. But who knew if it would work again? Second time’s a charm, right?

It took many months to save up enough money, and when I did I burned all the shocase clothes I was ‘given’ by my pimp and took to the road once more, this time being careful to not leave any traces of me behind.

My cousins, Chlorine Abaciel and Neon Orinae, took me in for a while before I left for a fog covered city. I stayed in this city until the fog cleared up, since it was impossible to drive a school bus such as this in thick fog where you can’t see no further than ten feet in front of you.

When I told my cousins of what had happened to me over the past eleven years they were enraged and willing to kick me out. But I stayed there for a while before heading out to the city where they said my sister, Fluorine, was living, which was the city beyond the fog. I knew there was trouble when I saw one Network member, so I left that part of the city in no time flat and was hesitant on leaving the city altogether. In the end, I headed for the road towards Fluorine.

Ever since I left the Network I’ve seen glimses of that man that saved me. Tin was tall, he had dark hair and dark eyes, and pale skin. He was thin, almost lithe, but beautiful.

I’ve yet to reach the city Fluorine is in, but I’ll be there soon. And hopefully, when I get there, she’ll welcome me with open arms and help me find Tin. She might even know him!

It’s all just little wishes, though. A strong but small hope. And when I find him, he’ll be happy that I escaped. He’ll be happy that I’m free. Maybe we’ll fall in love and start a family. If any Network member ever came by, I hope Tin would understand if I disappeared for a few days. Or, maybe, if I never came back.