I tell a story of the very last time
I went in... for a man.
It was an addiction... not a job.
I was invited to a brothel
Joining a group of prostitutes.
All times I was bought seemed to be fine
Not until I met this cute guy.
He drove me to his house
I prepared for the go
Making my self undressed.
Coming to me...I was shocked!
He asked me why I wasn't dressed
" I mean profession requires this"
He called me for a tour within the house...
I began to fear...
We passed the first room to the next one
Where my entire sorrows begin.
He cautioned me not to call the name of the Lord...not even to scream for I would lose my life
I obeyed every instruction for I was not ready to die
What is I saw in room were two
Corpses
I almost lost my breath
Friends I escaped
But I will never go back for the job.
©saakigift
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