Chapter 93 — Yes, I Choose Death

• 🦋 BENITA CELESTINE 🦋
• “Okay, Benita, let's start all over. Can you please explain what is going on?” Officer Mercy’s voice echoed in the air.
• I swallowed hard, breathing heavily as a drop of tears escaped my eyes, “My mother died when I was ten, so I was kicked out by my stepmother. I had nowhere else to go, so I started sleeping in the dirty corners of the streets until I began working in a bar. I thought my life wouldn't get any worse until somehow I was in debt. It was a mistake. I was so exhausted I didn't know what I was doing. When I woke up, I was told I had to go with a man called Mr Williams Cunningham because I was indebted to him, but no one told me how. Mr Williams used me; he treated me like I was worthless. I tried countless times to escape, but it didn't work. One day, I tried to escape, and I met bad people. I thought they'd help me, but they took what sanity was left of me away. I was raped, beaten up and left to die. I crawled to the police station, I explained everything to them, but the police turned a blind eye to my suffering and made me return to that house; they never helped me. And whenever I returned, he'd beat me up and lock me up without food or water for days, only when he had a partner would he let me go and use me as a tool to please them.”