let it burn

She was only partially aware of his moving her but his smell was familiar and comforting. Wanting to wrap her self in his promise of safety, feeling stupid and weak for the first time in forever. D wouldn't cry she was beyond that but there might be some throwing up at some point as the adrenaline high finally wore off. When she finally found her words she whispered to him in halting sentences about, having to pretend to snort coke with the other girls to keep up the charade. The beer bottle trick she used to keep from getting sick drunk with all the shots they would try and feed her for compliance. Two or more men on one woman, treating them less then human. It was different if a woman controlled things and was aware and kept her money for her hard work but these men didn't pay them other then the tips for stripping but got so much more then clothing off. It was only his constant warmth and heartbeat under her ear that let her get out all the shit she had been holding in for two days. The near misses making excuses to stay out of their clutches when they wanted to do to her what they were doing to the other girls. They had wanted to "break her in" they called it and she had kept strong enough to get out. She told him her secret of having put another more experienced girl in harms way just to stay out of it and how much it hurt her inside because she was still seeing her face. She told him that when this was over she was going to raze that place burn it to ashes and dance in them. Then she was quiet again, curled in his arms and unable to sleep.