Slave to the Rhythm
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bryanthomasIn my spare time I juggle fog.
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Slave to the Rhythm

by bryanthomas

The scent of Mimosa oil permeated the balmy early evening air.

Rosetta was lying on her bed. She could hear the Latin rhythms coming from the street, far below her shuttered window.

Her thoughts clung desperately to the beat, as she tried to block out everything else.

Now she could smell his body odour.

Beads of sweat from his forehead dripped onto her forehead, melding with her sweat.

He was at least thirty years older than her. His body moved to a very different beat - coarse, brutish thrusts.

He was just another customer. Rosetta. Teenage prostitute. Slave to the rhythm.

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@bernardtwindwil Thank you! I believe sex trafficking is a big problem here in the U.K. too. :o(

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4 months agoReply
This was poignant. It was so beautifully written and the thoughts were laid out so well that I had to read it twice. Sex trafficking is rampant here in Central Texas which is mainly rural and small town. Girls are looking for the big pay day. Great post!!!!!