The thug insisted that I should go with him tomorrow and spend a week with his friend, fulfilling all his wishes. He promised that if I satisfied his demands, he might forgive my brother’s debt. This statement stunned me. Angrily, I replied that I wasn’t going to become a prostitute. However, the thug, vilely laughing, threatened that I had no choice. If I didn’t comply, he would shoot Kosta in the knees, and he would turn me over to a brothel so I could work off my brother’s debt down to the last penny.