749km Away From Home

Maya's Journal

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At least I was being provided with food...

I nibbled at the not so tasty sandwich that Satan himself came to deliver along with his nonchalant, sexist, homophobic brag about how much money he makes exploiting women.
It was ironic how many Venezuelan women left their country to go to mine and become sex workers but I was taken from Trinidad against my will and dragged to Venezuela to be a sex worker.
Well a sex slave. Workers get paid.

And here i was thinking slavery is a thing of the past.

After angrily and hurriedly eating my sandwich and repeatedly punching this man in his face in my mind, I hurried over to the desk to use whatever time I had to read Maya's journal and once again I was interrupted.....by her.

It's like the universe didn't want me to read those damn books.

I rolled my eyes. "Hello Maya" i greeted her with a smile. She blushed and looked at the floor. I was the one raped. Twice. And she was shy. Oookkkkayyy. "Hi" she said.
I couldn't help but like her and it broke my heart to hear that man say I was just another girl she pitied. It was true I guess. But how could she not pity me?

"Thank you.... For helping me last night, its all a blur but I knew it was you." I said sweetly.
Her eyes as always glistened with sadness and ....pity. "You welcome", she said smiling.
There was a moment of awkward silence and then she told me I should shower.
I instantly tensed up knowing what came after.

It was 12:14 pm. Sigh. Was I prepared for another one? Will I ever be prepared?

My stomach knotted itself with fear.
I remember when I started waxing my eyebrows and after a few times i realised it didn't matter how many times I did it, I'd still never get used to the pain... And though that pain cannot compare to that of a man forcing himself into an unwilling body, I guess the concept was the same.
I half smiled at her and made my way to bathroom.

Tears threaten to escape my eyes when the water running down my body brought my bruises to life again so I made it short and began the sickening process of getting ready for another stranger.

Same boring makeup, another slutty lingerie....

As always Maya asked if I wanted to see myself when she did my make up but I refused.
I hated what I saw in the mirror and I just rathered not...
I reached out for the bottled water and took a swig "Lets let it do it's magic", I said as I put the bottle down.
She smiled faintly and approached me and in a swift movement she stabbed me in the stomach with the syrgine. Obviously shocked I stared at her blankly waiting for an explaination .
"Since you willing, this is how you get drug now",She explained.

Tears rimmed my waterline . "I hate needles" I said quietly....

I felt so thorn. Being strong in a situation as such was defeating.
The universe didn't seem to be on my side and things only kept getting worse....
It was incredibly painful holding on to that fine thread of hope that kept me sane.

"It's-" she started to say but I cut her off.
"Get out...." I said softly and when she didn't move I screamed at her.
Without saying anything else. She left.
The knot in my throat from wanting to cry actually hurt at that point...
I bit my lips hoping it'd somehow stop the tears from falling but they did and my heart felt like glass ready to explode again.
Once again I was hysterical. Crying Breathless.
I picked up her journal and threw it at a wall. I didn't care what he story was.
I looked into the camera and screamed " Are you watching? Are you !!! You fricking asshole , why don't you try selling this too" I was so mad and then I wasn't....
The drugs. It took me. Not in a slowly but surely kind of way. In a bang, done..kinda way.