Trafficked I close my eyes and pretend I'm not me anymore. I try not to smell his stale breath on my face or feel what he's doing to me. It's over quickly, and this one doesn't want to stay. He stands, zips his pants, and leaves. The shift seems harder than usual, and my skin crawls worse with each new man who enters my motel room. I want to leave, to run, but Tommy's thug is standing guard out in the parking lot. And if he...