Her Story
The red lipstick smears across her lips; she closes her eyes to put the eye shadow on her
cheeks; smothered in a pale blush; she tries hard not to cry as she looks herself in the
mirror; she walks out of the room and meets the other girls in the hall. Her short skirt and
skimpy shirt show all of her curves; she prays to God hoping not to be picked, but her
prayer is unanswered once again. As a young man who looks fairly decent grabs her by the
hand and guides her up the stairs to a small room with one bed and a window with a
bathroom by the side. She says she’ll be right out and walks in the bathroom, closes the
door and tries to remember how to breathe.
She takes off her clothes so he can see her beautiful silk skin. She lays on the bed as he
bends down to grab her legs, his hands are firm and cold, sending shivers up her body
making her nipples hard. He then spreads her legs open with a painful move, making her
yell out. She still hasn’t disappeared into her peaceful abyss yet, but it soon came after the
pounding of his ***** ripping her insides out. They never stop even if she tells them to; they
never slow down, even if she tells them to. They never go softer, even if she tells them to.
They go fast and hard for hours on end while she just lays there. She has learned to stop
fighting, learned that if she fights it only becomes worse.
After they are done with her they usually just walk out and leave her to clean up the mess,
like the blood and the semen. After she cleans up she goes back to the basement where all
the other girls are. She hasn’t seen the sunlight in 6 months. That’s how long she has been
gone, her parents think that she is off to college somewhere, but not in a million years did
they think that she would end up a sex slave.
This is a story of a 17 year old girl who thought she was going to college but ended up
getting kidnapped.
Human trafficking is a big deal around the world, even today. Young girls get kidnapped
and held hostage to have sex and they can’t do anything but what they are asked to do.
Please be aware of what is going on around you.
Copyright © Arianne Bungay | Year Posted 2009
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