Helanie:
And in the other picture, my face was in focus, with a d*** forced into my mouth. But it wouldn't look forced in a picture if they tried to twist the contrast. Even when I am visibly crying and are devastated, I would still not want my pictures out.
And then there were so many with my whole body and privates on display while their identities were successfully hidden. There were a few short videos too—more like gifs that failed to show the forced coercion, but they were enough to ruin me.
Lastly, a text message that would make me look even worse. And I wouldn't be able to show the text to anyone without them thinking I was a part of it.
Unknown: We had fun that night. We can book you again, right? Have your rates gone up, or are they still the same?
I kept staring at the images. There were too many of them. Seeing myself like that in those pictures took me back to that place, to that station.
