Wait, what exactly did she meant, I have to be a prey. But the sooner the better, am not yet fully into it but I have to.
We were born to serve and satisfy others. That's the only thing I can say I was born for. Perhaps mama did not raise a fool. Life has pushed me until here I am serving people, satisfying needs, the desires of their bodies. I am selling my body.
The body I once could sing in the Sunday school that I am a gift of God.
Those moments when the Sunday school teacher could keep reminding us that our bodies are temples of God.I wish I knew, I keep regretting why life turned to be like this. Why did I even waste my time in church, for now am a pure sinner.
Am sorry but my body has been turned to a garbage,I keep flashing dumpsite thrown at me, am sorry my God it was not my intention but circumstances forced me to.
"You hot, I want to feel your body against mine" said a voice of an old man taking his drink. Staring at me like a man who had seen the remains of Adam and Eve.
As I turned and met his eyes he smiled provocatively , his teeth disarranged in his mouth.
Several wrinkles on his face to determine that he was in his late ages. I guess he is my father's age but that doesn't matter he is my predator. For now I should focus on the other side of him, his failures, his appearances does not concern me.'At how much dear, I said as I smiled back at him. I went for his hand and made him to stand up.
We started following the music beats slowly by slowly. He took control of my waist while I the prey swayed it rhyming with the music.He really enjoyed and when the time came I led him to a room where the business was to take place. The appointment had already been set only the guests were remaining.
"You will take any amount you wish from my wallet" he said as he licked my lips. The cruel world turned against my wishes and dreams of life. My goals shattered never to be born again. Leaving the gang I had already encountered, Mark and his group was just like jumping from a frying pan to the direct heat.
Inside the room I took control of him. Down on bed I started playing with him. Massaging his old body, I don't really care whatever it takes, all I want is to earn some money.
I think greed has took the best part of me. I now start recalling the book written by Stanley 'The Pearl' when he used to say about greed, Kino was greed of the pearl.
Am greed of money, wealth has took the best part of me. Am blurred by the bubbles of life, I buried the storms away, storms of my past life, the storms that pushed me to come to the city.

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At the end of the tunnel
Fiksi RemajaThe story is about a resilient girl who kept fighting for her life and acts as a sacrificial lamb of her family. Through struggles she works extra to meet the needs of the family. Life at the city opens a new chapter in her life. She is forced to i...