Story Of A Whore

I can't remember if I had a life out of this whorehouse because since the day I got to understand what life is I was here in the service of lusty men. 'Never say no,' That's what I was thought to do right from the beginning. 

I don't remember my childhood that clearly but I can still recall myself crying on being left here by my father. 

'We are very poor and having a girl?' He told my mother 'I know what to do with her.'

That's what he said to my mother before bringing me here.  I still hate her for not standing there with me I still hate her for not stopping my father from selling me to this hell. 

Things out here were really different, I was really pampered with all the facilities in the world. For ten years old a girl who didn't even knew what milk tasted like having it three times a day was luxury. It was no less than heaven for me. I had a girl as my assistant to teach me dance and music and yes of course to plan my diet, make up and work on my look. I enjoyed tapping my feet on the beats of tabla. For a girl of about ten years of age it was really hard to understand that the worse was about to come. 

Years passed, and due to the diet I had I looked quit older than my age. Didi Sahib was really impressed my my growth. One day she called me to sit beside her in the balcony where she used to sip shisha. 

'Aahe Durga' She said taking sip of her hookah. 'You are a young grown up girl now,'

Yes I knew I was young now. But that didn't made any difference. Did it?

'So what now didi sahib?' I asked her.

'You have some responsibilities to fulfill,' She said looking at me. 'Toady we will have your first performance.' 

I got really excited. I loved to dance and by this time I have specialized several dance moves. Little did I knew what kind of performance I was going to talk part in.

I was fully dressed up and looked really beautiful in the white saree. The hall was fulled with people. But as I entered the room I felt something weird about the environment. Don't know was it the way they looked or was it the smell of wine in the air but something was not as good as I thought it might be. 

I danced on the tal of tabla and the audience looked at me very eagerly. It was really hard for me to avoid the lust I noticed in their eyes.

'She is a new girl,' I heard Didi Sahib saying. 

I didn't understood why was she calling me a new girl. I didn't applied my brain on it. My first and for most priority now was to complete my program and get away from the eyes of these people.

And finally with the last beat of tabla my dance was over. I rushed to my room to get away from the site of these people. But the demon was still not satisfied.     

I heard someone locking the door up. I turned back and found a man standing in front of me. He seemed to be in his late forties and yes most probably drunk twice more than his capacity.

I tried to leave the room but he held my hand and pushed me back and then forced me to the bed. He was treating me in a way we don't even treat our pet dog like. 

I kept on shouting 'No' but he didn't stopped. 

'A slut's no isn't a no,' He said. 'I paid for it.'

Yes I heard it right. He said that he paid for having sex with me. I lost all my control and started to weep. It was the time I came to know that the house which I misinterpreted as my home was actually a Brothel and the woman I kept on the place of my mother was the Madam of this place. She sold me out for a night to a man who was nearly double my age. 

The first time sexual intercourse didn't hurt but the fact that it was now going to happen with me time and again did. 

The morning came but it was the beginning of a dark night for me. Didi sahib entered my room and asked two men accompanying her to shift my stuffs in the main building.

The main building was a really nasty place. With women behaving in a vulgar manner and men wandering here and there all drunk. I looked at didi sahib with the hope of mercy as we entered my new room. 

She showed no interest in any kind of conversation and ordered her men to arrange my thing. 

'I won't do this,' it really took all my courage to say that. 

Didi sahib said nothing and walked through the doors. Stopping at the door she ordered to the care taker of the place to not give me any thing to eat.  

'If she don't does it willingly force her to do so,' I heard her saying 'and if this don't work you know what to do.' 

It went three days with out food. I still was not ready to accept any command of her. It was now time for me to face the worst thing she possibly could have done. Didi sahib entered my room saw a clip she recorded the night things started.  

'So you are ready now?' She asked.

I was too broken to fight back I had no choice left. I nodded my head. That day I made a compromise with the situation. I accepted the reality. It was no point to fight. There was no way to escape there is no law to help a slut. This society question our character I question our existence. We exist because you need us. If you call us a woman with low character. Why the men of your society need us? If there was no lust in the in your society there would have been no prostitution. But this is our society perfect in its bloody imperfect rules. It is our life it is the story of a whore.