"There is nothing wrong with being a whore when one is forced into it. I do not blame the girls in the white block. I blame their owners and the disgusting men who are willing to use them when they have no choice in the matter. There is no shame when one is forced. Only when one does the forcing," she said softly. She liked several of the girls on the white block, and she had heard from them the horrors of their lives. Though they didn't fight for their life like she did, she thought they had the heavier burden to bare. Particularly as she wouldn't mind at all leaving this earth. She was at peace and ready to go, should Allah so call her.
"And you do not fight better. You just play into their hands more than I do. But then, you have not the means to avoid the fight I do, either. Perhaps, if you did, you would do as I do, and try and simply run out the clock. Then the owners earn much less money from your blood, and you are called upon much less often."