My life

"Wake up whore, you've got another customer, and this one's staying for the whole night." a raspy voice sneered, laughing bitterly before slamming the cell door shut and locking it. His accent blunted the words making them incredibly hard to comprehend.

My hell…

"Get up." The voice commanded sternly, his foot slowly began to tap. It was the customer, the usually are males just wanting simple pleasures but sometimes there's the females, well they just want to take their anger out on me so I prefer the males predominately.

I didn't.

A rush of air, the connecting of his foot as he swung it at me, I felt it connecting with my right abdomen side, instantly erupting into excruciating and agonizing pain.

My imperfect self…

"Don't worry love, I won't hurt you. Come now don't be afraid, that's right spread those legs, make it easier for me…" the man whispered, his hands were like tentacles of an octopus, travelling where ever they wanted, feeling and touching anything they desire.

My pain…

Nevertheless I noticed that this man enjoyed foreplay greatly. He kissed every part of me, I didn't feel any sensation that he desired to arouse within me. Spider-like movements ran all over my body that could be barter for a few hours before dawn, I had always been ashamed of myself, wishing I was dead but it never came. My death was just a mere whim of a hopeless hostage, used for nothing but satisfying dozens of sexually inactive and lonely men whilst their journey through the depths of my jungle.

My suffering…

"Why can't you act like you want this woman!" the man screamed into the darkness, his words washed over me, hardly changing anything.

This man was frustrated; he raised his hand to hit me as if it was an attempt to snap me out of my deadening state of mind. But he stopped before his hand connected with my face and the stranger who had rented me began to undress himself, layers after layers of clothing melted off him revealing nothing more than flesh and clumps of blackish grey hair. I could tell he was aged beyond his years from the outside world.

My death…

He penetrated me suddenly with such a force I felt my muscles tightening, bloody rushing out of me from the re opened wounds that had been aggravated. No tears touched my eyes; no pain or pleasure increased or even began from my body- just nothing, I was too used of being handled and fondled in this way.

My rebirth…

As my eyes fell upon the tiny cracks in the dirtied glass I saw the sun rise from behind the canopy, little streams of flickering yellow light danced on the windowsill, signalling the end of his time with me. Something rose within me, it gave me hope that I might live for another day, but everyday I live, I die inside.

My life…


Brief explanation:

This is just a very short one- off piece that is placed in the day and the life of a female prisoner, locked away everyday, protected only by the tiny rays of sun light from the abusive kidnappers that sell her every night for petty money. These 'buyers' can do whatever they like to her- even go as far as kill her if they wanted to.

Predominately, "My Life" is a psychotic piece located in a prison heavily covered by the towering canopy of the jungle.

I don't know why I wrote this actually… it was just something to do during Computer Studies- for I do not do the required work… why you ask? I don't complete or attempt any work mainly because it bores me to incredible lengths, but enough about school laughs bitterly.

I have a recent fetish for dark and devious, sometimes even gross stories at the moment- I don't know why. Don't know much really.

Well can you ALL review now?