The description of the mirror bdSm is that it takes a lot of food to be sold by an ordinary girl.
Damn it. Our small family in small cities in India. Dad was a local teacher at school, and Mother did care about the house. Though middle class, our family did not lack happiness. The fact is that both parents had no relatives – in some way they left home. So we were all three.
I’m trying to finish my job in Bangla literature. As soon as I read, I was sitting with Lily. Liliane’s marriage is fixed. Since engagement, there’s no need for any adult joke we made about her flowers and her future. But I’m so sorry for my daughter-in-law. A former boyfriend of Mithu da Lily. I hear people talking, Mithoo da is making a lot of money. People say they have a job at some company. What job Mithoo has got, with just a high-level pass on to what job is that even A*mi Breas pass!
Life came down.
The days were good, but suddenly they were all gone. Moicka brought the first news – Dad’s road accident. When I reached the hospital corridor, it’s over. My dad saw the body and my mother turned to stone. A few months later, Mother collapsed before the grief. Doctors tried, but Mother didn’t come back. I was completely alone.
I’ve been crying for a week. You don’t want to stop crying. Milli brought her husband to my shit. She used to feed my shit, give me shit. Milli said, Creedia, you’re a tough girl. We’re all here. A month later in front of a mirror. I told myself, I’m gonna have to take a shit. [ Map on page 16]
A new turn
One day, when the clouds of mourning started to take a break, Mith the Am* came. A great confidence in his face. He told me to fuck. I told you a place where I work. If you do this, your days will change.
I was surprised. Will Mithoondar be more useful than I’m worth? And do you hide any other secrets from the company that Mittu says? Still, I decided to think about the offer given to Akhmi Mithundar to raise my feet towards the uncertain future.
Mithundar has come to Kolkata as well. I thought I’d go to some office, but I took Mithoo da Amp to a big room in a lonely street. I was surprised to ask, “Why are we here without going to office?
Mithoo smiled at the mystery and said, “Come see your boss first, then office. Just with Ost and Watch, your forehead will be opened.
It’s like getting inside. He’s sitting in the drawroom. The age will be near the pingings, the heads of the heads, the face-faced beards and black with black skin. The gentleman’s hand is a expensive wine bottle and a few glass ahead. The atmosphere looks like I’m in there. I’m kidding, I think I can’t work here.
Mithoo immediately reassured him, saying, “Don’t be afraid.” It’s a nice baby. She helped many girls like you. You just talk. A glass of water came forward to my shit. The throat was dry, so I took a kiss of water.
He looked at me and asked about my education and experience. He suddenly said that he saw you in a nice way.
I’m embarrassed to say, should the interview not be taken to the office?
She smiled. A cool smile. We don’t have to take a seat. If I’m saying ‘yes’ you’re the MPP from this company. Congrams Dia, your job is a minister.
I’m glad to hear about getting a job but I know it’s just a little too heavy. The head’s confused. Mithundar’s talking. The smell of alcohol and the constant look of the cook tried to close my eyes. He’s getting so sleepy… why is he sleeping so much?
Was water mixed? Are you kidding me?
I don’t know how long I was sleeping. When I came to know, I was surrounded. The head’s losing the pain. Faced with a great truth trying to climb the wall – there’s no clothes. Fear, shame, shame, shame, and humiliation will disappear. In this room, I’m alone, bare and imprisoned.
Where is Mithoo? Where’s the cook?
The sound of heavy boots on the other side of the door was found. Two men opened the door. Their faces in the dark are not clear, but they have a bitter smile. I said, “I’m sorry, please don’t come to my shit! Let me go fuck, I want to go home!
The people didn’t show mercy, they wanted to give me shit. Every word they say is like a rock. I wanted to scream, but I knew the throat. I was crying. People came closer and started to punish my shit. No. No.
Fear and humiliation fell on the corner. They got out of the house and locked them out. I was just thinking about my parents. Why am I here? Why do I believe Mokkada? I don’t know when I lost consciousness again.
The next morning, the loud sound opened again. The men threw me a piece of pants this time, saying, put them on.
I told myself, “I want more clothes, just what do I want after all?” Where’s Amal’s sari or Salwar?
They broke in tears. One threatened and said that if we ask more questions, we’ll take all that we got. Do what you’re told. That’s what I took after.
When I came out, I could see the shame of my shit. I saw they were half naked bodying their lips. I could see my eyes.
Then they took me to a big house. There I went and my shit fell. There are many other women like Amal in there. Everyone’s just wearing underwear. Crying like AI*, and some are just like rock – they don’t have words, they don’t cry.
The greatest thing is that the food we give is rich and healthy. I was crying, saying, “I want to go home, please leave my ass.
The man who was feeding said to his throat, “Go and eat without making a fuss.” They almost fed me up. It was like they were planning something deep about our past.
Some women came after dinner. They took me to a different house. There’s all modern fashion tools. They had to clean up my ass, like an actress was prepared before they were on camera. It’s a desperate attempt to shine my ass. I understand that Akhmi has not been caught by any ordinary criminal – a group of smugglers or more dangerous businesses.
My piece of shit is killing him like his products, and I’m dying inside.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when they saw the dress they put on me. A very tight, silk thin and a short mini skirt. I felt ashamed to see myself in the mirror; every scratch on my head became clear. I wanted to protest, but the whips of those guys, like Death, stopped them.
They dragged me into a massive air-controlled house. The room’s rising, but the big project in the middle is a large and high-powered camera. Right next to Am*, Darya is a well-known “host , with a artificial professional smile.
I saw many faces on the big display screen ahead – but everyone wears masks. They have been virtually connected from around the world. The host took the bomb and declared it seriously:
Today, our special attraction to you – the most expensive and polluted diamond in today’s collection. We call it ‘Ana Wen’. Like it’s a gift. A modern and antioxy packages, which are still unacceptable.
The inside of my fucking head is empty. Are you kidding me? The camera lenses were walking around in my shit, and the masked men were watching me.
The auction begins. One says, a la a la!
Someone in the moment said, two million!
I was just like an idiot. People on the big display were saying all the dirty things about Am*’s last. Some used to say with my fucking figure, some were trying to explain my depression to my eyes. The money was growing. Five million, seven million…
The money is not worth those people in the world. I was listening to myself and with my shit’s eyes, Nona fell. I wanted to shout – a simple girl passed by Akhmi BAKE, hadn’t grown up to sell Amal’s mother and father-in-law! But the voice of Amal was closed.
Finally, all the records were broken and a serious voice cried from one side to the other – a quarter million of them!
The whole room was quiet. The hosts were happy to announce the link!
A*my is a product now. What about Mithoo-and-Hammy, the share of this money? The future of my shit is in the hands of a customer. Since the next morning, my stupid heart has been beating my throat. They put two eyes in black so I can’t remember any sign of a bad road. Taken Amal in a car. Two armed men sitting guard. They repeatedly reminded me that don’t try mirrors, so you’re going straight to the home of the king.
The long walk while Amal was being sent to a guest house was removed from the eyes. Just getting inside the house shook my soul. The man is sitting in front of him – very high above 60, black with black skin in his turachy, and Lolup vision.
I stopped watching this guy’s age. How could a man in my grandfather’s father’s age desire to have such a distorted desire for an old girl like me? He was watching my shit up. A name is Only Backless Top and a short mini skirt. It was a shame that I was turning blue, it seemed like I was hiding inside him when the ground was half.
She smiled with a drink from glass. So I took every piece of my ass and began to comment quietly.
In a harsh tone, he said you shut down the path to your home. I brought you a million bucks for not sending home for tonight. Your beautiful young man took away my bad night. Your tits, your ass, your hips, your hips, yours, all my shit. I’m gonna love you all night. Look, you’ll forget to go home
