The restraints held me firmly as I tried to sit up in shock. The details on the next slide were several bullet points of info listed out neatly.
Ethnicity: Japanese
Height: 5'5"
Relationship: Single
Along with many other bits of concrete information. But it all fell away to the background. One thing grabbed my attention and echoed in my mind like the words had been shouted at me.
Occupation: Prostitute
"I'm an Asian hooker?!" I gasped in disbelief. The sheet had fallen from my chest during my jolt. I looked down at the well shaped boobs hanging bare. How many men had held them? 100? 1000? How many more would? These psychos really expect me to go out and turn tricks on the street? Hey mister, want sucky fucky? I shuddered and felt dizzy. Nearly puking at the thoughts that invaded my mind, my response to them was certain.