Update: Whilst this was written for a challenge, I have since revised it somewhat. The 33 words I was allotted did not do the story justice, I needed just a little bit more. And so, for clarity and posterity's sake, I have added two words, which are marked in italics.
“There’s nothing cute about it,” he said. The register of his voice indicated decision more so than discussion.
She disagreed heartily and privately, staring past his head and out the window behind him.
She’d handed her pimp the cash folded in a variety of origami sex poses, her “date’s” idea of art. She’d had no time to undo the damage.
Only sixteen, she knew well who’d shoulder blame.
This is the Nicolas Kristoff article I read this afternoon. What breaks my heart is the manner in which high profile companies do nothing but abet pimps, and threaten a young women who dares to take a stand because the monetary profits are so great.
"Alissa" (her street handle) did not feel safe using her own name; she feared retaliation by The Village Voice.
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