The sun is setting and I sigh as I began my preparations. It is promising to be another long night. Rent is due and Uncle is demanding his share of the profits.
Short skirt, hosiery, low cut blouse.
I hate my life. I didn’t choose it. Uncle’s girls never do. He always finds his girls lost and alone in some street alley, trying to stay warm. He invites them to stay in his hotel for the night—seemingly free of charge.
The first night is always the best night under Uncle’s roof. Then morning dawns and his girls suddenly realize the hell into which they have descended.
Paint carefully applied to the face.
The promised safety came at a steep price. Whatever belongings his new girl had with her were gone—stolen during the night. And Uncle wants his money for the bed. His always gives his new girl an option of how to pay...up front or work for him until her debt is paid off.
Most of Uncle’s new girls are always naïve and didn’t know what Uncle is talking about. And they would often ask to pay off their debt.
Careful hands work the curler through thinning hair.
Her first night is always the worst. It begins the cycle from which there is no escaping from...she has no where else to go.
She didn’t bargain for this life. I didn’t want this life.
Uncle is here for his rent...again.
Smooth hand lifts her chin as beady eyes study her.
God, please...rescue me! I would sell my soul for my real uncle to rescue me...though he’d hafta arrest me because of what I have become. But it’d be worth it; I’d be free.
I carefully count out the green bills and place them in Uncle’s waiting, carefully manicured fingers. He nods and gives me one of his award winning smiles. I am one of his more profitable women...and that is something I’m ashamed of being.
I close my eyes as he leaves my prison and I wait. Trying to escape at the beginning of the night is stupid—it only brings beating and more money stolen away from me. I take a seat, and wait for my first John of the evening.
The sound of footsteps fills the hallway. From the sound of it, I know its going to be a busy night. I touch my hair, making sure it is perfect for my company. Then I stand, striking a pose for my visitor.
Silence fills Uncle’s house and then everything breaks loose. The door to my prison is kicked open and men’s voices fill the air.
Shaky legs collapse underneath me and I find myself on the floor as a helmeted man rushes forward to me. Tearfully, I hold my wrists up, knowing the drill, but praying that maybe this time I might be able to escape my life.
The man kneels next to me and tearfully, he snaps silver bracelets around my wrists. I blink several times as I gaze through his face shield.
My hero, my uncle! For the first time in weeks, I know that I am safe and he will protect me.
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