I've been thinking deeply at the Vietnamese working girls. They were in Malaysia because they had been kidnapped, deceived, or sold into prostitution and treated as sex slaves by their traffickers. I thought about the pain and tribulation they had to endure, with someone controlling their lives.
Maybe committed suicide from the shame they felt.
Some descended into madness, their psych not strong enough to keep them going.
Their eyes staring blankly, no longer trusting towards other humans.
The windows to their hearts firmly closed.