It was so dirty.
She is fifteen and naive. She gets out the bleach. S̶h̶e̶ The place needed to be cleaner.
She thinks she can be someone else. She goes to a club. Pulling on a pair of latex gloves, she scrubs away the dirt.
The man she meets was so charming at first. She wipes the windows, but the outside remains dirty.
How could've it gone so wrong? She tries to get out, but the doors are locked.
He pins her down. A mob is outside. "Dirty, dirty, girl," they chant.
It wasn't my fault. It was her fault. She begins cleaning, over and over until her hands are raw.