𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

19#𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐎𝐟𝐀𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐭

𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐉𝐔

My whole body was still sore from yesterday night. I stood by the mirror and couldn't help but see how dirty I was.

Nobody outside understands me. They see me as a young slut and nothing more. Even my ex-boyfriend. I can never forget the day he called me a slut, the look in his eyes.

He thought I cheated on him but what he doesn't know is that, it's something I've been doing since I was thirteen.

"Are you still in there? Do fast and get out of that place now. Chief wants to see you." My aunty shouted from outside my room.

I don't even know if she can be regarded as my aunty because ever since I've known her, she's never given me a reason to believe she's my aunty.

How can your aunty sell your body to old men to run her brothel?

That was the height of heartlessness and I am accustomed to it. I don't care who hates me but this is the ME I know.

Although I don't want this life, but there's nothing that can be done so I've resigned to my fate which is very much bleak.

I put on my comfortable sweats and joggers. I was feeling pain everywhere but most especially in between my thighs.

I guess that's the result of a foursome with old men that could pass for my grandfather.

"And what is that you're wearing? Didn't you hear me? I said you're meeting with Chief. Chief!" She said in hushed tones although she was fuming.

"Auntie, but I feel comfortable in these." A slap landed across my face. It was so hard and hot.

"Get in there and wear something sexy." I turned back into my room. I didn't cry. Not because it wasn't painful but because I couldn't.

One valuable lesson I've learnt from Auntie is that crying solves nothing, it only shows how weak and vulnerable you are. Instead of crying, shove it all in and come out strong.

Auntie has been through a lot in the past. I know this because I knew her right from time. My mom got pregnant for me at the age of 17. She hated me because I ruined her life and separated her from the love of her life.

My father abandoned both I and my mother when I was still in the womb. He left to the UK to further his studies and my mom was livid.

This woman left me on the roadside when I was just five and someone recognized me and took me to Auntie. I still do not know the relationship between Auntie and my mom but I do know they had to be very close.

Auntie ran a illegal brothel because underaged girls were used by her to make money. I hate Auntie's business but I'd forever be grateful that she took me in. I'd have been on the streets now and struggling for daily bread.

Auntie gave me everything I needed, provided I obey her commands and do as she says.

My life with Auntie, the brothel, her customers and her employees made me understand one thing.

: Everything in life is give and take.

For someone to gives you something for free, expect to give more in return. That is why I detest free things. I'm not used to it and I never will.