{KAYLA}
The door to my bedroom slams open, banging against the wall from the force, and Bogdan stomps in. His gigantic frame makes me retreat on the twin bed, but I don't get off. If I do, he'll tie me to it. I learned that pretty quickly.
I only leave this room when they allow us to use the toilets and shower. Every day, a handler comes in, tells us to get naked, and takes us to the communal bathrooms. We use the toilet, brush our teeth, and shower in silence, not allowed to talk to each other. I think it's more than once a day because the girls need to shower often. But I couldn't say how many times.
I haven't spoken to anyone but my own handler and Bogdan. From what I understand, there's one handler for four girls.
Because this isn't just my life now. It's the life of all the other women the Wolves took from the streets for sex trafficking.
