Tales of Her Ruins

"How long have you been into this business?" - Liam Deniz, the dark horse of Dubai's underworld asked.

"Business! What Business?" - She turned in her way of leaving the room.

"Goldish, what we just had that can be counted as prostitution and looking at how good you were I suppose you are quite experienced. Aren't you?" - He mocked.

She motionlessly stared at his insensible self for a good moment then asked something completely irrelevant of the topic - "What's the date today?"

Definitely taken aback as he was expecting something sassy seeing her stern personality, but not letting the bewilderment emerge on his face - "October 18th, 2024" he added.

"I was kidnapped on 10th November,2020 from a small city in Somalia. Had been starved, tortured in an attempt to submit myself to this line. I did not give up, and as they couldn't afford to kill me, I was raped, several times. Apparently there are men who would proudly force themselves on women to show power and satisfy their fragile male egos. I wanted to kill myself during that time...I still do but I'm a coward.

Finally, two days ago I came here in Dubai. I mean, I was sold here to my current organization 'Dine-In' and this was my first time seeing sunlight after being kidnapped. The system here works differently from where I was before. Clients used to come to our habitat carefully hiding their identities but here, we are the one all dolled up in short revealing dresses with heavy makeup serving waitresses in luxurious parties, where you saw me at evening then wished for my visit at night... Anymore questions?" -She ended, looking straight at his face, without an ounce of emotions in her eyes.

Unsure of how to react, he didn't utter a single word.

"I'll take my leave then"- She exits as he stares at the closed door she left behind, yearning more of this girl and the Tales of Her Ruins.

[ Credits : This story is originally mine. Do not copy post without my permission. ]