I never thought that what I was living with would change from worse to worse. Every time I looked into his eyes, I found darkness in them. I asked him a thousand times and did not find an answer. If my family were normal, would I be who I am? Perhaps we would have met under better circumstances. My name is Mia and I live the life of a night girl. I thought what I was living was the worst thing until this man took my whole life. At first, I thought he was just an obsessed man who had kidnapped me and that would end the matter, but it turned out that the matter was more than that and that we each had an interconnection with each other. Either from the backgrounds of our families and their interconnectedness, or the loneliness and meaning of what we lived, and the most important bond between us is that I am a hostage and he is the kidnapper. More importantly, why would a rich man kidnap a night girl?
Life is an intricate journey filled with moments of joy, triumph, and growth.
However, there are also times when we find ourselves navigating through the darkness, grappling with unanswered questions about our family, our identity, and the mysteries that surround us.
In these moments, we are faced with the opportunity to delve deep within ourselves, to reflect on our experiences, and to find meaning amidst uncertainty
Stepping into the vibrant atmosphere of a nightclub, the 19-year-old girl exuded a fierce confidence that demanded attention. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back, framing a face that radiated youthfulness and allure. Adorned in a figure-hugging, black mini dress, she effortlessly showcased her curves, while her heels accentuated her slender legs, making her presence impossible to ignore. Her eyes, a striking shade of emerald green, were lined with a touch of glitter, adding a touch of mystery and seduction. As she made her way through the crowd, her purposeful stride revealed a glimpse of determination behind her charismatic smile. With every step, she emitted an air of self-assurance, keeping her gaze focused and her intentions clear. Though young, she possessed a maturity beyond her years, aware of the power her appearance held in attracting her desired customer. The nightclub became her stage, and she was ready to captivate anyone willing to indulge in her irresistible charm.
Her magic began to take effect, and a man who was thirty years old approached her and smiled in response to her seduction and said "You look small but you know what you're doing haha, what's you nime?"
Mia seductively said, "My name is Mia. Should we go somewhere a little quieter?"
And they end up in a room and he tries to get close to her, He started touching her and she was trying to endure his touches. Then a man asked her, "How old are you?"
Mia" I'm 19 years old."
The man "So as not to get in trouble, may I see your ID?"
Mia gets nervous trying to get close to him and kiss him, he stops her and understands that she is a minor, so he goes and leaves her while she comes out angry that she wants to take money from him.
Mia decides to go to an empty place and tries to buy drugs. after this, she decides to go home but suddenly a large black car stopped in front of her, Then someone comes behind her and puts a drug that she inhales and passes out, Mia did not remember what happened after that or why something like this would happen??!
My name is Mia and I am 19 years old. I took a high school diploma and then stopped studying. I live with my mother, Valma, who is addicted to drugs. That is, it is my duty to provide for both of us. The problem was not here, but her husband was also with us and his name is Martin, whom I never liked because he is a bad person and exploitative.
I started working in all places and had two jobs. I worked more and got more tired, but the money was not enough for me. I also no longer had time for myself. Everyone who was my age lived a good life with their families, and I was the breadwinner for my family. I tried a lot to leave my mother, but I could not. Even though she hurt me a lot, I still love her, but I cannot live with her. In the end, I decided to live alone and send her money.
There is a lot of pressure on me, but what should I do? I am obligated to work and I no longer have the effort to do all of this. I started using drugs and became more tired. I ended up becoming like my mother, a drug addict, and selling my body for money to cover my mother's expenses, my expenses, the rent, and my addiction.
I'm not telling you all this for your sympathy, I'm just telling you my story.
And you can see that this life is not as easy as you think, and it is also not fair to people like us, and whenever you think that what is happening to you is bad, it does not mean that now your problems will be solved, but rather it may mean that your problems have begun now.
Mia wakes up in astonishment from where she was and finds herself in a large and luxurious room, while her mind still tries to grasp the reality of the situation. The room is adorned with lavish furnishings and intricate details, exuding an air of opulence and grandeur. The walls are painted in a soft shade of cream, adorned with exquisite artwork that catches her gaze. The enormous bed, draped in silky sheets, beckons her to sink into its plush embrace. As she takes in her surroundings, her eyes are drawn to the expansive windows that reveal breathtaking views of a picturesque landscape. The room is flooded with natural light, casting a warm and inviting glow. Mia cannot help but wonder how she ended up in this magnificent setting, as if she has stepped into a dream or a fairytale. She feels a sense of both excitement and curiosity coursing, She wakes up from her astonishment that she is tied up and realizes that she is in the real world and that she knows she is in trouble.
she is tied to a chair that, she swallowed saliva and knows that the situation is not safe and that either one of her victims or the gangs would rape gang-rape.
Her thoughts stopped, he opened the door she was shocked by someone who was a man who appeared to be about thirty years old, elegant and wearing a black suit, who spoke coldly.
He approached her and placed a chair in front of her. He sat down and crossed his legs over a man. He was tall, with wheatish skin, and sharp features, but gave the impression of calm. His name was Lay.