whores in the place, but she always made sure to keep her distance from Apple. Mary showed a different look in her eyes. She rubbed Apple’s back gently, and only soothing words came out of her mouth.
Apple continued to float her face over the bucket. She wiped her mouth and said to Mary, “He’s gonna come for me, you’ll see.”
“Who?”
“Chico. He’s gonna find me... kill Shaun, and take me away from here,” Apple said almost convincingly.
“Oh...sí...Chico...” Mary replied.
“Y’all have no idea who the fuck I am or what I’m capable of doing,” Apple exclaimed.
Mary stared at Apple. She noticed the fire and hopes that the young girl had in her eyes about freedom and revenge, believing that her Chico would find her soon. Mary once had that same fire so many years ago. She remembered when she thought her knight in shining armor would come rescue her. She had faith and believed that her life as a whore wouldn’t be forever. But as every year passed, gradually, that same fire and hope began to fade from her eyes and she began to accept the situation.
Mary sighed. “They always promise, they always say they come, rescue you from this place, but soon those promises become nothing but empty words, and echoed in your mind.”
“Chico is different,” Apple replied.
“Is he? I remember when I thought that way about someone. I was young, so naïve. He made me feel good, like a woman, even though he was a trick. I was the only girl he would come to see, and he would spend money on me. He taught me how to speak English. He used to tell me about his trips to America. And he promised that one day I would go with him. Promised that he would take me away from such a vile place and we would be together. I believed in him for two years, until one day he just stopped coming. I used to yearn for his visits, but he just disappeared from my life, but he left me with a child. My first. My son was taken away from me right after I gave birth to him. See, in this place, there is no room for children.”
Apple looked at Mary with an impassive stare. She didn’t want to hear anything Mary had to say to her. She believed in Chico. They loved each other, and Apple felt that even though she had been harsh with Chico before her capture, Chico wouldn’t forget about her. He had made a promise to always look out for her and take care of her, no matter where she was.
Apple’s stomach started churning again, and she quickly lowered her face into the bucket and begun puking once more. She couldn’t take being sick any longer and being held captive against her will. She was ready to go home.
A week after Apple’s pregnancy was confirmed. Shaun refused to take her to the local hospital and hired a quack Mexican doctor with a questionable medical background to perform an abortion on Apple. She was twelve weeks pregnant, and she was scared.
Mary was by Apple’s side as she was forced onto a cold, long table butt-naked. Her feet were placed into a pair of stirrups, and her legs were widely spread. Shaun stood a distance from the procedure with a scowl on his face. The room door was locked, and the atmosphere was tense at this illegal abortion.
The man performing the procedure on Apple was Dr. Skiff, a short, round forty-year-old American/Caucasian man from Houston, Texas. He came to Mexico to continue with his practice after his medical license was revoked after a slew of suits for malpractice and negligence. Mexico became his home, and Dr. Skiff became Shaun’s go-to guy when there were any medical or emergency problems with any of the girls.
“Doc, let’s just get this shit over wit’ already,” Shaun said. “Time is fuckin’ money.”
Dr. Skiff, clad in dark blue scrubs and wearing thick, rimmed glasses with a small light attached to them, nodded.
“I want that fuckin’ baby outta her!”
Dr. Skiff nodded and replied, “It takes time.”
“I’m paying you good money, Doc. Don’t fuck this shit
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