"I'm not a whore," she insists, but the words ring hollow as she stands before the stranger, her clothes discarded, her body trembling with need and fear. The john, a grotesque caricature of power, chuckles, "Not yet." He counts out the bills, each one a step further into the abyss of her new life. She takes the money, takes the man, takes the hard, calloused cock he forces into her virgin cunt. It's not love, it's not pleasure, it's survival, and she'll do whatever it takes to stay alive.