<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Kairi Mido</strong></span><br/>__________________________<br/><br/>Kairi raised a brow at the situation.  She had been trying not to say the words, the ones that would slam home what was really going on around here.  She had giggled nervously when Fatima said ho's.  Then she went very still.  They were going to be whores.  The glass of water she had poured began to shake, splashing onto her hand.  She looked down, a drop of water sliding over her wrist.  They were going to violate her, something that she had escaped from nearly happening to her before.  That she had been dodging for the last eight months.  It was hard on the streets, so easy to sell yourself.  But she hadn't, she had made sure of it.  Mostly because she was afraid of herself.<br/><br/>Kairi passed the glass to Lita and sat heavily in a chair.  "Whores.  That's what we are.  Property to be passed around for profit."  She had said it quietly and hugged herself.  "Lita, I've never...I can't."  It was all she could say.  What words could she say.