I didn't come here to be a whore

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I sat on the bed. It was not my first time but as usual so many thoughts ran through my mind. I did not expect myself to be here, to be a slave. Rosalyn promised me that there was a better opportunity for me here. I feel trapped. I can't confide in anyone. I don't trust anybody. I'm all by myself. I just want to go home.

My days here were usually spent sleeping but when the sun begins to set, everything change. The other girls were occupied with putting on their revealing mini dresses and their makeup. The more attractive you look, the better chance you'll get of getting customers. Walking up and down the dark alley, looking for potential customers. Sometimes, if you are really good, you do not really need to approach them as they will come to you. To the other girls , it's all about the money. It did not matter how many men they slept with...The more they slept around, the better.  The easy way to get money without putting in so much effort was to just put myself up for sale. For every 2 hours, I earned $100 but Rosalyn would take 3/4 of what I have earned. $25.

I feel ashamed of myself.  I can't hold the truth from my family anymore. Mom and dad thought I was working under the customer service sector but they definitely did not expect this type of "service"

The stranger pulled me to bed. He started tearing my clothes off. The last time I was being forced to strip, I was not able to control my emotions and I fled. Rosalyn chased after me and warned me not to do that again as it would affect my salary. The stranger was rough. I stared at him. He was a middle aged man. Probably married with children. He smiled at me creepily. He told me to relax. He pressed his lips against me and moved his hands down my thighs. I felt disgusted. I felt cheap.

He was moving too quickly. He got on top of me, spread my thighs wide apart and just penetrated in me. I wished I could just push him off but he was too strong. He was thrusting deep in me. I clenched my fist together and held onto the bedsheets. His hands reached for my neck and slightly choked me. He let out a loud moan and left me in the bed while he went to the washroom to clean up.


The stranger then put on his business suit and handed me the $100. I felt dirty...I had to tell someone...




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  1. Oh dear, it's sad to know what you have gone thru here. Everybody has a bad past. You're a strong girl my dear. Hope everything will get better for you.

    Anyway I am not a stalker, I'm just reading your blog everyday like others reading their storybook everyday. ��

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    1. Oh no. This isn't real. It is just a short story that I wrote.

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