Anya woke up the next day feeling empty. Last night, she remembered scrubbing herself in the bath so hard, trying to erase the touch and smell of those disgusting men that laid her.

She remembered crying herself to sleep, and even in her dreams, she was haunted by nightmares.

So now that she woke up, she felt awful. She already felt very tired.

In the past, no matter how hard it is, she always felt hope. That if she worked hard, her life would turn for the better.

But now, she was staring to question life.

She already did her best, she already gave her all. What is it not...