He Sold My Shame for Six Dollars

After I demanded that Lorenzo's foster sister answer for driving a needle into my arm for half an hour, pretending it was medicine, my private photos surfaced across the city the next day, being passed around for six dollars each.

Clutching my bruised and swollen hand, I went to find Lorenzo, only to catch his voice drifting out from a rented room above a Family club, tangled with laughter and the clink of glasses.

"Hey, anyone want a pair of Adriana's little rabbits?"

"I do, I do! Lorenzo, you're too generous, letting the brothers feast their eyes like this!"