Another typical day, as she gets up for work. Though pretty tired from previous day’s work, she woke up thinking about what’s in store for today. Bad memory of yesterday haunts her but she still gets ready. She eased her tiredness with a hot shower.

Now she was getting ready to work. She trimmed and painted her nails, applied mascara to her eyelashes and applied make up to her face to make it more pretty. She dressed in attire that fits well that highlights her figure exquisitely. She remembers the time when her love use to call her “angel from heaven”, a tear rolled from her eyes thinking of that, making a mark on her makeup. She readjusted her makeup again and started out of her house and started towards the new location of workplace for today.

She went to that place and was welcomed there with a wicked smile. After hours, she came out and headed towards her home. She looked a bit weary. She entered her home, and removed her dress to change only to see the scars of abuse. Yes, she is a courtesan. Most of the time, she was being abused by the feral people who ravage her for their pleasure. She always thought she is doing something wrong, but her circumstance makes her to do this again and again. She spends most of her time alone in tears and pain because of her state. But she has only her to complain for this state hers as she could have easily chosen something else. Thinking of these things, she silently dozed off but the thought of tomorrow gave creeps in her heart.