Baskadia

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After my mother abandoned the family & ran off with another man, four months later at the age of eleven on my birthday, my father & his two friends took away my pride of being a woman. They violated me in gruesome ways & i painfully lost my virginity. Age thirteen I ran away from home & became a child prostitute I moved from one brothel to another since my boss was fond of my work. At age sixteen I was involved in a child trafficking scandal, where my kidnappers used us as sex dolls for their own pleasures. They also used us as whores since to them we were just sex objects. I managed to escape with a few other girls at the age of nineteen. I kept working as a bar & street prostitute that's when i first met my first lover. I distanced myself from prostitution. He cared for me & his heart was sincere, he took me in without ever regretting. At first I thought it was a facade but came to understand he loved me the way I was. By the age of twenty one my boyfriend died from HIV & that time I was a few weeks pregnant. I had been happy but since his death I became a fallen angel. I aborted the fetus the second week & it made me lose myself. I was emotionally tormented I didn't know where to begin. I had no love for another male, I always hated them ever since the day my freedom was taken from me. My heart was filled with vile despair & agony. Seducing men had become a second nature that I could easily use. Living in regret I turned to drugs for the calming effects & for the comfort. All these years I had lived as a disease carrier & I had little knowledge of that. I laughed at myself realizing I was the one who killed the first lover I ever encountered. I was ashamed of myself for being careless.

The tasteless feeling of worthlessness clutched my whole soul & was enveloped by the blackest aura of a suffocating cocoon. I realised I died a time ago.