Caliginous Heart: The Story of Zain

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3 Years Later
May 24th, 2019

Zain A.
"Damn Z. This is your 3rd one over the past 2 months." Kim, the abortionist said looking down at my unnoticeable pudge.

I felt a small tear roll down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away. I stared at the array of tools, being totally familiar with each and every single one of them.

I lied down on the freezing table, wrapping my arms around my body.

I was the only comfort I had...

"Can we just get this over with?" I croaked out, closing my eyes tightly.

Kim sighed heavily and I just know she was looking at me with sad eyes. It never fails.

She fixed up the Anesthesia shot and within seconds, inserted it below my waist.
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"Zain, lets go."

Hearing the scratchy, yet deep voice of Adrik caused Zain to sit up immediately.

Adrik was who Zain once knew as Roderick. Turns out, Roderick came to the U.S. with a fake name and identity only to recruit young African-American girls for their well popular sex trafficking business here in Moscow, Russia.

That night of July 22nd, 2016 changed everything for Zain.

She no longer knew who Zain was anymore. She was completely lost and the only thing she was useful for here was her "well-matured body."

She continued to hope that one day, Zamaré would come to her rescue, but that was now a little fantasy inside of her head.

Ky had died.

She died last year of 2018 when she tried to escape. They killed her right on the spot, exploding her brains within a matter of seconds.

The Kazan phenomenon, known as Казанский феномен in Russia was a very dangerous group. Not only did they run a sex trafficking business, but their drug cartels and weapon trade was something serious.

They were all separate businesses, each ruled by different people, but they were all named under one: "The Kazan Phenomenon."

"What am I doing? Today's supposed to be my off day." She spoke cautiously, looking around her bedroom.

Most girls had their own bedroom. If you came in as a new girl, you shared a room for awhile.

"Don't question me. Just come on." Adrik spat.

Zain got up from her bed in nothing, but a silk robe. She had absolutely nothing under it.

"Room 203." He stated, motioning for her to go towards the elevator.

Two security guards stood at the elevator, eyeing Zain.

She quickly put her head down and stepped onto the elevator, pressing the number two.

Zain had been doing this for 3 years, but like any other young girl here, she still wasn't use to it and she'll never be.

She has nightmares every night. Sometimes she wakes up screaming to the top of her lungs, other times she's shaking very viciously and most times she wakes up in nothing but sweat.

It's become so bad, that just last week Zain was covered in her own puke.

Losing her innocence at 14 years old had done nothing, but scarred Zain. Being raped, held down, spit on, beat on, gang-raped, forced to give oral, having to be stitched up, suffering from 15 abortions because men continuously nutted in her; she was petrified and always felt disgusting.