I am widely known as
bad girl. I love being bad. I love to be called bad by men who came to this
brothel and to me, and then advise me how to become good. Why it is hard for me
to become good? I do not know. In childhood I almost died in starvation, while
trying to manage food at the age of eleven I was brutally raped, and after a
few years I had beaten to death and traded to human call men. Today the only friend I have in this place told me she
would throw acid on my face and showed me her hidden knife. When I was laughing
to death, she went to madam to organize any kind of punishment for me. So I am
taking some break, looking away and helping you to explain how you will project
a bad girl. My friend Maria was sold by her lover. She survived though severely
injured after attempting multiple times of suicide. A year ago a very romantic
man started visiting her and she falls deeply in love. Its not long time ago
she asked for my help and wanted to escape. I rarely help people now but she is
the only friend I have. So I decided to help her. It’s been a week the very
romantic man stopped visiting her and only visiting me. Since then he stopped
responding to her and that made her crazy, as she was about to fly with him.
That is how a year old love affair ended for this bad girl. Now I am smoking
and thinking nothing. A bad girl never thinks, only feels. - Haseena
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