Benevolent Sunshine

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A short and somber story written from the point of view of a girl who was forced into sex trafficking at a young age. Based off of the account of an anonymous interviewee.

Another sleepless night, and the makeup could no longer cover the darkness under my eyes. The lipstick could no longer distract from the ugliness of dismay. Men would not care, however; my beauty lies in the size of my chest, tummy, and the long blonde spirals on my back. Perhaps I would be too ugly to use today, perhaps Mistress Lydia would not direct the men towards me today. But I am still fresh, and I value far too many dollars to neglect. Mentally I laughed in hatred, such vile creatures humans are.

See, all it took was a simple friend request on a media I rarely used, I failed to even pay mind to whom it could be. I, like the many other girls in this room.

 

 I have passed this thought between my fingers, playing with it, switching the blame every time it crossed my mind. Whose fault was it that I was here? Mine? If I had chosen a different path, if I had chosen to be more careful, if I had paid more mind to my surroundings—but I am a child, how was I to know? Ignorance is all I know, and I was too young to understand. What foolish beings we truly are, us humans. The human mind is wired to want things they should not, and some are wired to acquire them.

 

As light leaked into my room, casting its light orange colour upon me and the other girls in the room, I began to wonder what would happen should the sun never rise again. What if it were to stay dark? Would I still fear it? Perhaps I would. But should the sun disappear, where would it be? 

 

I laughed at this, the answer was so simple. A monster would demand his soldiers feed him the last of his greedy desires, and allow him the only thing his dollars couldn’t buy. My freedom is but a dollar sign on the market. Human bodies, and children, and lives—they are nothing but dollar signs and tools for the rich to use as their own. They are nothing but toys for greed. I believe that the business man would enjoy having the one thing no other has had, and he would enjoy eating the sun with nothing but salt and a bit of garlic. At last he would have what he has always wanted—the end of the world. But I am but a simple brothel worker, and I suppose I know nothing other than a man's greed. 

 

That’s when mistress Lydia entered the room and ushered for me to awaken. However, I was already wide awake. “Your turn.” She said as she slammed the door behind her.

 


Submitted: December 31, 2020

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