Warning: The following scenes are a bit sensitive and may be deemed explicit.
I can’t believe how much time had passed. But I was living on top of the world.
It turns out Standford really meant business. I was up for the biggest roles on the screen.
I had just finished a Broadway show and my star just kept shining brighter each time.
I should have been feeling like the whole world was at my feet. But I wasn’t. Some part of me felt empty and I just wanted that feeling to go away.
Oh, Eliza, you are going to blow it.
It is time to be happy.
But who was I kidding? I just couldn’t shake the nightmares.
Each time I closed my eyes I saw him.
The monster who raped me!
Damn it Eliza let it go!
Let it be!
I needed to get a hold of myself but each time I tried it became harder for me to shake the feeling it would happen again.
I wasn’t fond of the styles of dresses they chose for me.
Standford wanted me to look my absolute best. But the dresses were always tighter and shorter each time.
I couldn’t help but feel like a piece of meat surrounded by a bunch of men whose only interest was in my body.
I felt like a puppet, following orders and going with what they wanted me to do.
Then came the day I was asked to do a photo shoot.
Everything started out as normal, but nothing could have prepared me for what they wanted out of me.
“Topless?” I asked.
“Darling, calm down!”
“Stanford, I am not posing topless!”
“Eliza, please, darling. These shots will be tasteful. I promise you!”
“I just can’t Standford.”
I began to cry and shake.
After I did that Standford came to me. He took me to the back room.
“Eliza, please darling. Trust me.”
He patted my back and then handed me a glass of water with some pills.
“What are these?” I asked.
“Take them. It will help you relax.”
I hesitated for a moment, then took them.
After some time had passed I felt more relax and a bit intoxicated.
I remember the photographer coming near me and taking the photos.
Standford smiled as the photographer took the shots.
My clothes were almost all gone except for a sheet that covered me.
After that moment I knew that things for me would never be the same. Whatever innocence or self-respect lived in me was gone. Standford was just like the rest of them.
I tried to cover my tears as both Standford and the photographer placed their hands on me while taking the photos.
I felt so light headed I am not sure what happened. All I know is I woke up completely naked the next morning and next to me was Standford.
Why can’t I just walk away?
Why can’t I just leave?
“Hey, come back to bed darling," called Standford. Then, he grabbed my arm. Not soon after he had his way with me again.
Why bother anymore?
I am a prisoner.
I just can’t escape.
