The Girl In The Graveyard

I was coming back after the college, from downtown area. A young woman with two men came to me and started praising my beauty. She said she worked for the modeling agency and offered me the job to be a model. I kept rejecting, but they were persistent. I thought they’ll leave me after I listen to them. So, I agreed to just go to their agency.

There were 4 to 5 people in that room, convincing me hard to join their agency. I kept declining their offers. I just wanted to go home. But, they won’t let me leave. I was so nervous that I couldn’t even move. I had to give in and sign the contract.

After coming home, I realized it was a mistake. I texted the agency that I wanted to cancel the contract. They said I have to come to the agency again for this.

I went there next day and found it was a trap. The place was prepared for shooting. They demanded me to have sex on camera. I was totally surprised. They said it’s just an essential process and every model goes through it. But, I clearly remembered that it wasn’t mention anywhere in contract. Twenty men were waiting for me. I started crying in fear. I only went there to cancel the contract. They tried to bribe me with money and fame. I denied. So, they threatened me with huge fine for breaking the contract and for cost of the setups. How was I supposed to pay them such huge amount ? I did sign the contract. But, only because I wanted to go home.

My brain only told me one thing, to run away from there. I tried to escape, but they caught me. They took advantage of me for being mute. All of them raped me brutally and filmed it. What did I do to deserve this ? They had my video and the signed contract. I couldn’t go against them. They threatened me to show the video to my family and people who know me.

I was their slave now. And, it was only the beginning. They forced me to appear in more and more adult videos. Sometimes they wanted me to do it with thirty to fifty people. I told them it’s impossible for me. Many times I got teared up while shooting from pain. I asked them to stop, but they kept on shooting. I really wanted to quit. I cried and begged for their mercy. And, all I got in return was more humiliation.

I used to drink before shooting. Cause, during the shooting I didn’t even had the strength to stand up properly. Many times I lost myself during the shooting. It was directly affecting my health and study. I had to skip classes a lot. I had to live in constant fear and regret. What if I go out and someone recognizes me from the videos ? What if these videos gets found by the people I know ?  So, I rarely leave the house. The mother of my friend asked me for my changed behavior one night. What was I supposed to tell her ? I cried whole night that day.