She screams at the stun guns jolt, head submerged in a drugged ocean.
They watch as she pees. She might leave, before they can help her.
Soon she will be dumped in a room of masturbating men, fighting to stay awake.
If she sleeps, they will rape her. No one will bat an eye. Read the magazine article again.
Words dancing on a page, nothing absorbed. Stay awake. Remain calm. More drugs.
Relief in a ride home in the back of a police car, watching unknown country pass.
Refer to ignore. Pass the cold lumpy potatoes to the next person. Do it again.
The hardest thing is not to ask for help but to receive it.
Hell is sentient and breathes.
