HUMAN TRAFFICKING: CLEARING THE DEBT

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chapter 8

POV ALYSIA

Coming down the stair behind Diablo, I observed the club: Laser lights of all colours danced on the floor while the music coming out of the bass was loud enough to turn someone deaf. I never saw the club before: it was thousand times bigger than our cage upstairs but not chic at all; the pole dancer’s stage was in the middle of the dirty and rusty bar. Even with the light projector, the place looked so sinister and dark. However its unappealing look did not place against its favour, it attracted lots of bastards.Not surprising at all. Most of the paints of the ceiling were gone, leaving behind it dark spots. Tables of two were placed all around the club, and at the corner of it alcoholwas served. Rotten place filled with rotten people, I told myself.

“Are you going to get down, or are you going to stay like a mummified creature?” said a sweet and soft voice. A voice that sounded like the taunt of a child.

I turned my back to face the one who was taunting me and who was in such a hurry to reach that dirty place and there she was standing with both her hands crossed. She frowned her little eyebrows and wrinkled her forehead with a look of impatience. The angry creature was no longer than my little sister. Maybe she was eight years old or even younger. She dressed up just like me with her little string and bra. Why dress a child like that if not to use her as a sex worker? I looked at her with both astonishment and pity.

“Will you move, else I will not get my chocolate?” She said, rolling her big cat deep blue sea eyes.

“Hello, my name is Alysia” I smiled at her and offered my hand.

“My name is Zia, will you move now” she shook my hands and kept on her authoritarian tone.

“Why do you want to go to such a place” I questioned.

“Paul told me that if I please those men downstairs, I will get lots of chocolates, foods and I will be able to go back home sooner than expected,” She said with excitement.

‘’ What!’ I was shocked and felt sickened. That bastard Paul manipulated her. A child! How could he do that?. I needed to do something and quick else this little angle will certainly get rape by one of those lusty pigs. She is a child, she will never survived such trauma and her body might not heal after being raped.

’’Are you deaf or something’ she scolded me.

“Who brought you here?” I questioned.

“Are you some investigator young lady? Well, my father brought me. He told me that he needed to go fetch some toys for me and told me to stay here with Mr Paul” She said.

So my father is not the only snake in this world, the earth is infested with venomous snakes like him.How can those people look at themselves in the mirror, knowing that the child they put into existence is being rape and torture day by day.

“Since when are you here?” I questioned again.

“Since this morning,” she said angrily.

“Did anyone touch you yet?” I asked with fear.

“No, why does anybody need to touch me?” she sniffed.

“Diablo!, did you hear that?” I screamed.

He held the helical stair and kept his head down. He did not answer me; he was indifference even after hearing what that little girl said. He just tried to help me, and now he is refusing to help a little girl. Maybe I was wrong into trusting him.

“Diablo!, I am talking to you”

“I cannot do anything for her, I am so sorry” He muttered without facing me.

“You are no better than the others at the end” I rebuked.

“You need to understand, Paul is the rule maker here.” He held my hand and tried to explain his reason for being indifference.

“AND YOU JUST NEED TO BE HUMAN TO HELP A CHILD, PAUL IS NOT GOD. EVERYBODY HERE IS AFRAID OF HIM. NOBODY WANTS TO CHALLENGE HIM, NOBODY WANTS TO RUN AWAY FROM HERE. WHY? DO YOU THINK HE IS GOD? YOU CANNOT ACCEPT DEFEAT BEFORE EVEN TRYING” I cried and pushed him out of my way.

“Stop it!” He grabbed my hand “If you keep on drawing attention around you and keep on rebelling that way, you will get everyone killed around you. Yes, they will rape that little girl and trust it or not, I feel bad about it.But, that’s all”

“Then why are you not helping me?”

“Helping you in doing what?”

“To make her escape”

“Listen Alysia, this happen every day here. Hundred of kid are sexually assaulted. Your arrival will change nothing.Live with it or die with it”

“Fine, I will help myself”

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