She Became Prostitute

— "Congratulations, sister! You made it finally. I am proud of you!"

Heidi screamed those lines into the night air, her voice echoing through the quiet streets.

She was overwhelmed with happiness upon hearing that Vanessa had secured a job, a significant milestone that promised financial stability for them.

The thought that Vanessa would now be earning money brought a sense of relief and hope; they could finally survive and perhaps even flourish in this challenging world.

— "Thank you for being with me, Heidi. By the way, this job doesn't have any fixed time. Means I have to go for my job any time. So please take care of the house."

Vanessa said while taking a bag which held all her essential items.

Her expression was a mix of determination and concern, the weight of responsibility evident in her eyes.

Heidi moved closer, her heart swelling with pride and a touch of worry for her sister. In a low but affectionate voice, she reassured Vanessa, her words tender and sincere.

— "Vanessa sister, you are really working hard for us. I love you!"

Vanessa paused, absorbing the depth of Heidi's heartfelt words. She could feel the sincerity and love in every syllable, understanding how much her family appreciated her efforts.

Just a few hours earlier, she had been plagued with doubts about her decision, questioning if she had chosen the right path.

But now, seeing the joy and relief in Heidi's eyes, she felt reassured. This was, indeed the best decision she had ever made.

Her family's happiness confirmed it. Vanessa smiled warmly, and Heidi gave her a heartfelt farewell.

Elysia, their mother, stood nearby, her emotions a mix of pride and concern.

She was overjoyed that Vanessa had found a way to support them, yet she was deeply troubled by her own failing health.

It pained her to see her young daughter bearing the weight of such responsibilities at such a tender age.

Vanessa glanced back at Elysia and Heidi, both of them waving their hands with a mixture of sadness and hope in their eyes.

The bond they shared gave Vanessa the strength to move forward, knowing she was not alone in this journey.

As Vanessa waved goodbye to her family and started walking away, a subtle unease gnawed at her. She couldn't pinpoint the source of her discomfort, but her eyes betrayed a whirlwind of emotions.

Sometimes, even when everyone around us is happy for our achievements, we find it hard to share in that happiness because it doesn't quite match the joy we envisioned for ourselves.

On the main road of Amsterdam, Ivelle was waiting for her, adorned in elaborate makeup that enhanced her already striking beauty.

Vanessa approached her, and after a brief exchange of small talk, they hailed a taxi and headed to their destination: the brothel.

The journey was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Ivelle, understanding the gravity of the situation, refrained from speaking, giving Vanessa the space she needed to mentally prepare.

Vanessa, on the other hand, felt an unsettling numbness. Her emotions seemed distant, as if they had fled, leaving her in a void.

This emptiness contrasted sharply with the earlier joy of her family, deepening the sense of disconnection she felt as she braced herself for what lay ahead.

As the taxi entered a different part of the city, it stopped in front of a quiet yet ominous-looking neighborhood with a few scattered buildings. Stepping out of the taxi, Vanessa noticed Ivelle paying the driver.

Despite Ivelle's attempt to be discreet, Vanessa couldn't help but catch the driver's judgmental gaze as he scrutinized them from head to toe.

Vanessa wondered why he looked at them that way. Did he know they were heading to a brothel? Her question was answered when Ivelle spoke.

— "This area is a brothel district."

Ivelle explained, her voice matter-of-fact.

— "There is only one madam who oversees the entire neighborhood. Except for the prostitutes, a few of our people, and customers, no one else comes here."

— "Why? Did you forbid them?"

Vanessa asked, curiosity mingled with apprehension. Vanessa's curiosity got the better of her, prompting her to ask. Ivelle, urging her to walk quickly, replied,

— "We didn't. They forbid themselves from coming into this society. We are considered unholy. They don't want to enter this area. You'll understand better once you become a prostitute."

They halted in front of the brothel. Vanessa couldn't shake the feeling that she had stepped into a different world.

The unsettling sounds of screams and moans, mostly from girls, filled the air, making the situation even more surreal.

As Ivelle spoke with someone at the entrance, she held Vanessa's hand and led her inside.

Vanessa's eyes darted around, taking in her surroundings with wide-eyed curiosity. The place resembled a hostel more than a brothel, with numerous rooms and many young women milling about.

The building itself showed signs of age, its walls wrinkled and worn. Despite the dim and somber environment, Vanessa's beauty stood out, attracting the gaze of several girls who made fleeting eye contact with her.

They came to a stop as Ivelle opened a door and stepped inside. Vanessa followed, her shock evident.

Outside, the brothel had an odd, almost otherworldly feel, but the room they entered was a stark contrast.

It was lavishly furnished with an array of luxurious items that Vanessa had only ever seen in movies.

The plush furniture, ornate decorations, and opulent fixtures made her feel like she had entered a different realm entirely, one that belied the grim reality outside.

Vanessa observed a woman seated nearby, adorned in revealing attire. Despite her appearance of maturity, two younger girls assisted her in preparing. Ivelle, with respectful eye contact, addressed the woman.

— "Madam, this is our new girl. Her beauty is perfect for our brothel. Should we take her? Her name is Vanessa."

Madam's gaze shifted upward, fixing on Vanessa. Undeniably, Vanessa possessed an arresting beauty.

It seemed to be the reason behind Madam's smile as she responded, her voice resonating with a depth more akin to a man's, yet her allure remained undeniably feminine.

— "Ha-ha! You came with a new female. Ivelle, I must say that I admire your commitment. However, it doesn't appear that she is unwilling to complete the task. How come?"

Ivelle took her hand and sat next to Vanessa, gently letting her know about all the issues in her life.

Madam's sole facial emotion was a smile because she didn't really care about girls—her primary concern is money. Because Vanessa, a young girl, will be the only girl in the brothel who is thus beautiful.

— "Costumers like young girls, cause they liked the way they can destroy them so easily and also Vanessa wants to do it."

For the first time in recorded history, a girl followed her own wish to become a prostitute. Whoa!

Little Vanessa felt guilty, though she wasn't sure why. However, she swiftly brought it up because Madam was now talking to her.

— "Don't worry, you'll get paid. To start with, though, you are welcome to remain here."

— "No! My sister and mother will be waiting for me at morning. I am unable to stay here."

Vanessa interrupted Madam's speech in the middle. However, she glanced at Madam's angry expression in the midst. Even yet, Madam was unable to respond as Ivelle covered all the points.

— "Madam, she will be available in the brothel every night. But please allow her to stay at home in the mornings. Fewer customers visit during those hours, and at night, she will be here to cater to every man's needs."

Ivelle proposed, advocating for Vanessa's arrangement. To Ivelle's surprise, Madam agreed, her experienced gaze assessing Vanessa.

Perhaps, Madam reasoned, Vanessa was a girl truly dedicated to helping her family, and she appeared steadfast in her commitments.

As Madam observed Vanessa's innocent gaze, the warmth and gentleness in her demeanor, it became apparent that Vanessa possessed a softness and sincerity that belied her circumstances.

— "Ivelle, go with her and assist her in becoming a prostitute. Welcome her into the business of prostitution."

Madam commanded. Vanessa's body trembled as Madam uttered the word "prostitution."

She realized she was about to embark on a new, daunting reality. From now on, she would be viewed through the same lens as her sister Heidi had been.

Ivelle and the other girls helped Vanessa prepare, dressing her in revealing attire. She wore a seductive off-shoulder dark blue dress, its hemline daringly above her knees, and its neckline plunging to reveal her upper chest.

The back of her dress was entirely exposed, leaving her back bare, a deliberate choice to entice her first customers.

At the appointed time, Ivelle led Vanessa to a room and left her alone. A few minutes later, a young man, around 25 or 26 years old, entered.

Vanessa felt a surge of fear, but she remembered Ivelle's guidance and tried to summon her courage for what lay ahead.

— "We have to survive in this world, Vanessa. Don't forget your purpose for coming here. Don't be nervous; now everyone will play with your body. It's the reality of being a prostitute, where our bodies are no longer our own. Good luck, Vanessa. If you need anything, I am here, and you can also talk to Madam. She will listen to whatever you want to say."

Ivelle's words echoed in Vanessa's heart, mingling with her fears. Vanessa grappled with overwhelming fear.

She couldn't comprehend how her destiny had led her to this place, yet she failed to recognize her own role in shaping it.

She was the architect of her own fate, unwittingly paving the path for her body to be exploited by others. Vanessa remained silent, her thoughts heavy with dread.

As the man drew closer, Vanessa couldn't shake her wonderment at why prostitutes always bore the brunt of abuse, when men themselves were often the architects of their suffering.

She knew that the man before her likely spouted the same shameless rhetoric about prostitution that perpetuated its stigma.