She was barely aware of anything as he held up the camera, showing her drooling, wasted face. If you had asked her what his name was, the address where she was, or even about most of the night’s events, she wouldn’t have been able to tell you. All she knew was that she was naked and numb, used, abused, and passed around like a cheap bong, each guy taking their hit. After he took the picture, he let her go and Jessica slumped to the floor, reality seeping away again as another stranger mounted her.

Things had been going good for once. She had a job she had liked, loved even. She had struggled so much and to find that she was good or even excelled at something gave her a value she rarely had ever had before. She could sell a smartwatch to a Luddite and make them happy for it. Everything in her life was getting in order, a new fresh start away from her father, and her past. She was her own woman once again. And then, her boss had touched her.

It was gentle grazes at first, uncomfortable lingering hugs, his hands freely massaged her shoulders as he smelled her hair. It provoked responses in her long forgotten, the feeling she was suddenly years younger and helpless. The worst was rushing to the bathroom afterward, wet, scared, barely able to breathe, as she masturbated and whimpered, hating how weak she was. She hated she was like this, and yet, she felt alive. If only briefly. Sated, she would wash up and return to the sales floor, avoiding her boss’s stares as best she could.