Sunday, August 21, 2011

Journey of a Suicidal Person

"We line up with our backs against the wall, heads down, frozen to the spot. We wear only our panties. Our customers walk up and down the line – tap one of us on the shoulder – ‘You come with me’. They take me to a hotel room and tell me that I have fifteen minutes to clean myself and get ready. I then lie on the bed waiting for them.
They all have one hour to spend with me but most of them just come in, rape me and leave. I shower for the next customer and wait. Sometimes, I am forced to have sex with up to 20 men one after the other. By the end, I get so sore that I have to put an ice pack between my legs because it hurts so much. I've been held captive for more than three years, tried to escape numerous times but always got caught and I have been subjected to brutal beatings and torture. I've been injected with cocaine, abused, raped and sodomized. I often dreamt of the police breaking down the doors and rescuing me. Now, I'm tired of fighting back. I know that nobody is going to help me and I've accepted my fate."

"Excellent, your story always makes it work." He looked down and smirked. "Now, be a doll and bend down for me."


Sanhita Baruah said...

nice :)

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