Story of a Prostitute

It was sad that her life had taken, he had never smiled even once for real happiness, in the brothel where she worked treated her well, you could not complain, I knew other girls who were doing worse, at least here forced the Mr. pigs to use condoms, every night had to go home when things did not improve, and think that she was only 17 when he started all this, his only ally was the drug used on her way home about three cigarettes smoked marijuana and about two lines, and she was sure her father would be met with ... the unmade bed, still did not understand why the hell not walking away from their dial to call home, if both suffered there because they did not leave once and for all? In fact if you knew the answer to that question, I knew that if he gave his mother his father was able to beat her to death in one of their drunkenness, there had been several times that it had to take over, of course she also played a few hits from time to time.

Tonight was different from others and the longest of his life but still did not know ... Emyl worked in a brothel to bring money home, with over 20 years you could say it was a beautiful woman, in Colombia there was no girls like her, but yes, before working as a prostitute had had to put fake breasts, because without them it was impossible for men to get him to pay him for good tumbled, had a body to which his father had taken advantage was an exotic, velvety skin, which often curves to which I had to sleep with both at the same time for lack of time and a bust ... which to drool to women. Occasionally have time to rest but those moments did not last long, it was hateful and disgusting to have to undress again and again, feel the hands of men who do not know your name, feel like playing all over the body hundreds of times day, having to dance in front of everyone having to appear to simply pay the vices of his father ... and hers. That night began as any other, without any novelty, some customers always and new, that was routine when the new people had sent to her in the brothel was not drunk Emyl's daughter Monica was the stripper, and had his fame, a fame that she hated with all my heart, but he would have to live the rest of his miserable life.

The brothel had just closed its doors, even the beds were warm and the workers were changing, seemed to be a night like any other, Emyl was in the toilet when she heard loud knocks at the gate, thought it might be the owner forgot your keys again, way wearily to the entrance ... slowly opened the door enough to stick their head, not his head ...
- I can help you? "- Knew that he knew but could not remember where I had seen him somewhere ... his face was all too familiar.

"I want to rent the place, forcefully pushed the door Emyl was too exhausted and gave up, saw his party was looking up and down, still wearing his" uniform ", the man stepped forward and touched his finger your waist to the edge of their bikini-With all workers, "he smiled ominously.
"I'm sorry to tell but is not the owner so it will be back tomorrow, took a step back ... something about him was scary man at the end reminded who he was ... it was a hit, one felt the pulse heavy ... in the ears, was very scared, not just for her if not for all the girls who were inside, did not know how he would react.
"Okay, I'll be back tomorrow," said the unperturbed narco a little, took a step closer to her and kiss her lips I'll be back for you.

Emyl left there half an hour later than usual, was very scared but at the moment should be worrying about what her father would do for the delay, he knew he would be waiting ... every night was the same, the same routine ... she got tired and sick, his father opened the door, took her to his bedroom and molested her, that was every night but there were times when he was in such a drunken state he fell asleep before his arrival, begged the Lord that this was one of those times. As was customary Emyl did drugs on the way to his house, his normal dose was three marijuana cigars and a couple lines of cocaine, but this time I needed something much stronger so the fee is just three days, but for the moment cared about the tomorrow if not today. As I come to his house he knew his father was awake and waiting: their bedroom light was on, I go home quietly to avoid waking her mother must be very tired and badly beaten.

- Where were you, stupid? - Emyl closed his eyes to feel the heavy hand of her father taking her by the hair and dragging her up the stairs Give me the money-order while throwing on the bed, she handed it all, but had previously saved a little in the masseter had in front of the house, her mother must eat something, "Is that all? Do you think me an idiot?
"The truth is that if, as those words left his mouth he regretted his father did not reply but watched as he removed his belt and pants, was so inhumane what she did with her that it seemed incredible to say to be your father in public ... Emyl suffered what he suffered every night, this time not let it rest when he raped her bed ... I become the father's weight around 3 am, she cried bitterly for a long time, many things happened on his head, was due to leave there ... if your mother always had a blind eye to the effect that her husband was an adulterer and an alcoholic rapist without remedy because she was going to matter a damn what would happen to his life, it was time to do the right thing. I keep a few things in a plastic garbage bag and went out of his window as she walked away from his stable realized she was not alone.

"Hi preciousness, his breath short as identify the voice, was the drug that had gone to the brothel, had been following, Emyl not know what to do but the big armored truck was following so closely stopped turning slowly to the passenger window, where the voice came from and where was the face that had so often seen on television.
"Good night, said as calm as he could but being honest I do not make anything.
"Because that face delicacy ... we will not do anything" in the van I hear more giggles, was too much for one night ... lost track of time and space by drifting oblivion.
Upon awakening did not know where he was not even remember what had happened, was in a very dark place, could not see beyond their own nose.

- Hello? Please someone help me, Emyl was desperate for a second time on the same night the tears were falling into his lap, was leaning against something hard, his hands tied behind their backs, fortunately still had clothes in the distance I hear footsteps all the time ... were getting stronger until the sound of a lock to be run broke the stillness that reigned, a man was approaching her, she leaned to one side and on the light.
"Scream what you want, Emyl, no one will listen-that left her mute, knew his name, had been investigated, they knew where she lived, where he worked ... I knew all of it ...
"Wherever I am," came his voice broken, his head shook the tears out of their eyes and let him see his kidnapper, it will kneel in front of her, caress her face down her chin to get to her breast, are gently caressed the nipple right to continue with the left Emyl felt nausea in only imagine what they would do, I was afraid ... very afraid, the subject rose around her, he untied his hands.

- Have you seen? We are not as bad as what we want, "she knew what they would like, I knew from the moment he realized who they were, Emyl always been coveted by several drug traffickers but had preferred to stay away from them, would not be a pre -pay status with one preferred the night so it could care for her mother, had to be smart if I wanted to live there. He got up slowly and very seriously, the way the little space between them two and it surrounds the neck with both arms. He saw this smiling beauty admiring America.
- What is it you crave? - Kiss narco very repulsive, but do not let him realize, when you separated nothing could read his face was a mask full of seduction. He declined to answer or call someone else took her by the hand and led her to a bed in the room continuously, then had sex about two hours, the girl was weakened by fatigue.

"How beautiful you are," Emyl turned his back to the drug, I did not see his face, he felt like this touched her back, crushed a good string of swear words that came into his mind.
"Thanks," he said quietly, wanted to know how the hell was going out there, felt like he got up and left the room, asked God to have happened is not call any of his other "friends" quickly rose trying not to make too much noise with dress clothes, slowly opened the door and saw that nobody was around or heard anything out of his prison, leaving the fate if he took the right path, did not recognize the place, like a former hacienda , of which almost had no stairs ... many, many rooms, many windows ... a lot of everything, with each new branch should make a decision, Emyl never had a good sense of the location so I could not tell where it was going .

There was a moment in which we heard footsteps, running footsteps coming up the stairs that were their only road so went into the first door he found, was left dumbfounded when he realized he had just come into where they kept the drugs exported thousands cows were open through the stomach and some already had the envelopes thick grass, I knew that marijuana was the smell that was in the air, the temptation was too large but should be in your 5 senses that night, although some so all the drugs that had entered before he got home he was even stunned, to be rotated to ensure that could get out was met with a mirror, was stunned by the reflection that back, his eyes were red-eyed, Skinny ... appeared in the bones ... the drug was ending his life if it was not that he had done ... I hear footsteps on the other hand, were much closer ... ... way back and hit a cow open when it fell to the floor the ... door opened revealing six drug traffickers, including the one who had untied.

"Here," he said, smiling malevolently "I have been looking everywhere, has been naughty, eh? Should be punished, they laughed in unison, Emyl saw his life pass before his eyes, the tears turned to grab your face, closed his eyes as he saw every one of the gunmen approached her, behind her eyelids he saw his mother beaten, they imagine that for years he had done something, do not take it ... maybe the country ... and everything would be another story, they imagine studying and having a family but that was old water, I knew I could never meet your dream, it was a privilege that had been banned from birth, weeping bitterly as the raped over and over again, feeling like playing, he tore the clothes ... in no time he opened his eyes, he preferred not to see the faces of murderers, were tearing up, felt his blood was shed, the occasional sadistic cut it to just see her alive bleed, cry and beg all he could ... until the silence gripped the place.

Months passed before police found the body of a woman, Latino descent, apparently between 19 and 22 years, with visible signs of multiple assault and rape, was taken to the coroner where the semen was extracted from seven different men, including his father, this was arrested for physical abuse and rape, was sentenced to 50 years in prison, his wife committed suicide shortly after he broke the news that James Emyl prostitute had been murdered and their murderers had not been caught.

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