Betrayal (fiction)

"NO! NO! I beg you, don't go! Don't leave me!"
Sobbing so hard as though her heart might break she clutched his shirt refusing to let go.
"You can't leave me here! I beg you, take me home!"
Her screams got louder and louder.
He wrenched his shirt out of her grip.
Turning his back to her he walked away.
Picking herself up she ran after him trying to get a hold of his shirt again.
This time she gripped it so tight her knuckles turned deathly white.
Strong hands restrained her, pulling her towards that door from which she knew she would never step out from again if ever she were to give up.
Desperation filling her soul, fear of what might be clouding her mind, she let out a glass-shattering screech.
Her hand grew limp and her captors took the advantage of freeing the man from her clutches.
Dusting his shoulder in an act of disgust as if she were filth to him, he walked away.
Another high-pitched wail broke through the silent night.
Still, he walked on, slackening not in his pace, as if her cry of agony had not reached his ears.
With tears falling down from her cheeks to the wet ground, she watched the silhouette of the man she once loved disappear into the dim-lit street.
Wincing as her captors dragged her by her hair into the place of where her dark future awaited her, she cursed him, whom she had given her heart to.
He who had broken her trust in the worst possible way.
He who had betrayed her.
The joy and love that was once dwelling in her vanquished and a certain bitterness crept in.
For years she worked at that place, never knowing what freedom was like.
Night by night she lay beside a stranger, her body violated.
Till the day when her smooth skin wrinkle and her beauty fade, she lived in humiliation, her body, in service of fulfilling men's sinful lust.