Micaela

I stand outside the door as beads of sweat decorate my forehead, when was the last time i entered here i couldn’t remember. I think it’s the time he told me to touch myself., “fuck”. I mutter as i shake my head trying to get the embarrassing thought away.

“ Are you going to get in or do you need a special invitation inside”. The mean voice of the man named Hugo stalting me, bringing me out of my thought's. “ A- am sorry , i would get in now”. I bite my lips hard as the ...