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 prostitaution 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 emerged on his face - "October 18th, 2024" he added.

"I was kidnapped on 10th November,2020 from a small city of Somalia. Had been starved, tortured in attempt of me having submit myself to this line. I did not gave up, and as they couldn't afford to kill me, I was raped, several times. Apparently there are males who would force themselves on women only to proof their power and satisfy their fragile male egos. I wanted to kill myself during that time..I still do but I'm a coward there. Ultimately got used to all of these by time.

Finally, two days ago I came here in Dubai. I mean 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 waitress 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 stared at the closed door she left behind, yearning more of this girl and the Tales of Her Ruins.