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Savita hope u re ok

Sorry for being away but i think my dear readers have a right to know why.

I'm a POST-UTME candidate and my exam is fast approaching.
I've invested much of my time on my books.
I have an exam on thurday and i'll travel to Nsukka for another one on October 7th.
It's very serious and very important to me.
I have decided to push away distractions and stay off nairaland for the meantime.
I'm really hustling to gain admission into the university and i hope you understand how serious it is.....especially UNN which is very competitive.

Please forgive me for not updating.
I was hoping to complete the story this month but now i have bigger things to worry about.

I'll be back with fresh episodes.
I have written the plot and i have put every sequence in place for free flow and easy completion of the story.

The only thing i need is TIME and a FREE MIND.

I'll be through with my post-utme very soon and i'll be back to complete the story....I promise.

This year has been hectic for fresh jambites like me.

I need your prayers.

I'll be back soon.
Wish me luck....

DAMAGED BUTTERFLY
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT


Aisha headed to the bathroom.When she got there,she
stopped abruptly in front of the mirror on the wall above the wash hand basin.She examined her face in the mirror and was perplexed by what she saw.
She looked pale and gloomy.She was like a shadow of her former self.Her face had lost the brightness and enthusiasm that made it glow back then in the good old days in Kano.
Her face used to be beautiful,the hazel eyes and the lightskinned tone was as radiating as the morning sun.The flawless of it could never be expressed in words.Aisha used to be beautiful.
No man would walk past her on the street without looking back to,at least catch a glimpse of such a glorious damsel.
Aisha used to be bright and enthusiastic.The glory of womanhood had been bestowed upon her and she strolled majestically with confidence and hope.

She stared at the sorry figure in the mirror.She was just a shadow of her former self.All the qualities that made her outstanding was now gone.The enthusiasm was lost,the confidence was dying,the hope was disipating everyday.
Her face was pale and gloomy,it had lost it's former glory.The beautiful hazel eyes was now bloodshot due to constant sobbing.Her skin had lost it's flawlessness.Her hair was unkempt.She looked dull.She couldn't remember the last time she beamed a smile or laughed like a happy bride.
Her old self was dead.What she saw in the mirror was just a shadow.A hopeless trash.A god-forsaken slave.
She was like a leaf shaking in the strong wind,about to separate from the branch.
She was like a candle with a tiny flame that could only struggle to stay alive.
She felt like a naked person left out the cold to die.With faint hope of survival.
Her world was dark and lonely.No hope,no flicker of light.The will to live was gradually disipating.The strength to weather the storm have almost been sucked dry.

Aisha stepped into the bath and turned on shower.She stayed longer under the warm water,swimming in the sea of thoughts.

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The brothel had come alive.As Aisha stood under the shower.She could the hear the voices of it's occupants.She figured all the girls must have left their rooms and were getting ready for breakfast.
Aisha quickly left the bathroom,wore her clothes and few minutes later she was on the coridor.
The girls were already up but evidence of the night's torment was still patched on their faces.They moved around and only spoke in a low tune.
Aisha found Bina sitting on the staircase.The girl was the definition of emotional trauma.She sat there staring into space.Aisha knew what she was passing through.Everybody had a rough night.
Aisha approached the girl and sat close to her.Bina cast a glance at her friend and heaved a sigh.
The two girls sat there for some time without uttering a single word to each other.The torment of the previous night was still fresh in their memories.
Bina finally broke the ice.

"You must be thinking what i'm thinking" she whispered.
Aisha looked at her and shook her head.She knew where Bina was heading.

"Yes,i know....last night huh?" she scoffed.

"So how was your night?" Bina asked.

Aisha hissed in disgust.Her ordeal in the hands of the sumo wrestler was still fresh in her memory.It was disturbing and unforgettable.

"My night was terrible.I fell into the hands of this big...fat...."

Aisha was looking to paint a picture of her tormentor in worst possible way but she was lost for words.When she couldn't find the right words,she gave up and hissed again.

"I reckon he must be terrible.Those rapist have no shame.How did he treat you?
Did he hurt you?"

"Not really.He was quick.My mind was elsewhere.It was after he was done that i really felt like dying.The fat monster nearly suffocated me with his body weight.It was terrible.I thought i was going to die but i managed to get away from what could have been a tragic end."

"You were lucky.My agony was something else.I've never seen anything like it."

"What happened?" Aisha asked.

Bina bowed her head in shame.Aisha understood how she felt.

"The man that raped me....he" Bina paused and wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"He's like the worst human in the world.He forced me to suck his manhood.It felt disgusting,i vehemently refused and he....."

"He did what?" Aisha asked.

"He beat me mercilessly with his fist and then he raped me."

Bina turned her face for Aisha to see.She had a black eye.The eye was half shut and it was swollen.Half of her face was really bruised.The devil incarnate had beat her beyond recognition.

Aisha was horrified at the wickedness of man.
But it was not until Bina dropped the bombshell that she really felt like seeking vengence.

"The worst is....i was a virgin before that beast took my pride" Bina muttered.

"You were a virgin?" Aisha asked with suprise written on her face.

".......yes."

DAMAGED BUTTERFLY

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

The night was still young and in the other rooms,randy men raped the unfortunate young girls mercilessly.Aisha could hear the poor girls screaming as the evil men pounded their young vaginas.Aisha covered her ears with her hands to shut off the disturbing sound but she couldn't.
She could hear the men moaning loudly with pleasure.It was terrible.The house has turned into a full blown brothel.
Aisha closed her eyes and thought about her predicament.

Her life is pretty much turpsy-turvy and now she's only coming to grips with the fact that she is now a sex slave.
A mere sex object for the satisfaction of the devils.She didn't see herself as a human being anymore.She was a waste product.A trash in human form.Besides,what's the essence of being human if one cannot have a normal life,to live peacefully and interract with fellow humans as equals?
She had come to realise that all human beings are the same.There is no such thing as equality and fairness.There will always be a superior person and a subordinate.
And the subordinate would always be treated like trash by the wicked.
Subordinates like her.
Human trafficking was worse.Sex trafficking precisely was a hell on earth.
Poor girls like her would be treated like animals.Serving as intimacy gadgets for the sexually addicted sociopaths.
What a life!
She remembered her childhood days.She had grown up with the mindset that the world was some beautiful place with people of different characters.Her dream world,however,was the one filled with happiness and peace.A bed of roses.
Such world was a mere utopia to her.
But now as she looked at it,she thought of it as a dark lonely place filled with sociopaths.A place where the weak are tormented and treated like animals.A place of horrifying injustice compounded by the wickedness of man against man.
Growing up,she knew the world was evil but not to this extent.Her childhood mindset had been replaced with a darker version of her dream world.
Unfortunately for her,this was just the beginning.
This was only day one and it was as bad as anything she could ever imagine.
How is she ever going to get through day two,day three and the other days?
How is she going spend her day,spreading legs for every Tom,Dick and Harry?
How is she going to survive this hell?
She had no idea.

Time passed and she was still brooding on the cold floor.She couldn't get herself to fall asleep.The screaming of poor girls in the other rooms scared every atom of sleepiness out of her and kept her awake.
She was awake for as long as she could remember,until the cries of agony and pain that enveloped the brothel gradually disipated.Sanguine peace returned.She reckoned the gigolos must be through with their exercise.

She closed her eyes and listened to the clock as it ticked away.She was lost and she didn't know when she fell asleep.

She didn't know how long she had slept when she was woken by the deafening sound of siren in her room.
She opened her eyes and squinted at the rays of sunlight that filtered into the room through the window.
She heaved a sigh of relief and dragged herself to her feet.She shuffled to window and looked down on the streets of Rio.
The city had come to life and had turned into a beehive of activities.The blaring sound of car horns could be heard as people went about their businesses.
Some had started their day with beautiful Brazilian music.The rythmic sound of the samba resonated from the loudspeakers and into the hearts of music lovers.The city was lively.
Aisha beamed a smile.Rio de Janeiro reminded her so much about Lagos.The only difference was the neatness of Rio as compared to Lagos.
She wished to go back home or at least,go back in time to those life changing moments in Kano and Lagos and make important alterations.But that was not to be.

Aisha was still swimming in the sea of thoughts when it occured to her that she was still nude.
She grabbed a blanket and covered her nudity.Memories of the previous night's brutal rape flodded into her mind and it tormented her.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
She looked around the hallowed chamber.The room was a mess.

Her tormentor was awake.He stood in front of a mirror as he struggled into his clothes.He glanced at Aisha,mumbled a goodmorning and continued battling to dress up quickly.
He buckled his belt and grabbed his coat,the oaf had opened the door and was halfway out when something flashed into his mind and he stopped abruptly.He turned around and looked under the bed.He emerged and frantically scattered the bedsheet looking for something.
He found what he was looking for-his cell phone.
The gigolo was in a hurry.
As he made his way out,Aisha caught a glimpse of a diamond ring on his middle finger.
She put two and two together and figured he must be a married man.
Perhaps he has kids as well.Randy men do have no shame.
Aisha hissed in disgust and slammed the door.

She headed to the bathroom.

DAMAGED BUTTERFLY

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

The night was still young and in the other rooms,randy men raped the unfortunate young girls mercilessly.Aisha could hear the poor girls screaming as the evil men pounded their young vaginas.Aisha covered her ears with her hands to shut off the disturbing sound but she couldn't.
She could hear the men moaning loudly with pleasure.It was terrible.The house has turned into a full blown brothel.
Aisha closed her eyes and thought about her predicament.

Her life is pretty much turpsy-turvy and now she's only coming to grips with the fact that she is now a sex slave.
A mere sex object for the satisfaction of the devils.She didn't see herself as a human being anymore.She was a waste product.A trash in human form.Besides,what's the essence of being human if one cannot have a normal life,to live peacefully and interract with fellow humans as equals?
She had come to realise that all human beings are the same.There is no such thing as equality and fairness.There will always be a superior person and a subordinate.
And the subordinate would always be treated like trash by the wicked.
Subordinates like her.
Human trafficking was worse.Sex trafficking precisely was a hell on earth.
Poor girls like her would be treated like animals.Serving as intimacy gadgets for the sexually addicted sociopaths.
What a life!
She remembered her childhood days.She had grown up with the mindset that the world was some beautiful place with people of different characters.Her dream world,however,was the one filled with happiness and peace.A bed of roses.
Such world was a mere utopia to her.
But now as she looked at it,she thought of it as a dark lonely place filled with sociopaths.A place where the weak are tormented and treated like animals.A place of horrifying injustice compounded by the wickedness of man against man.
Growing up,she knew the world was evil but not to this extent.Her childhood mindset had been replaced with a darker version of her dream world.
Unfortunately for her,this was just the beginning.
This was only day one and it was as bad as anything she could ever imagine.
How is she ever going to get through day two,day three and the other days?
How is she going spend her day,spreading legs for every Tom,Dick and Harry?
How is she going to survive this hell?
She had no idea.

Time passed and she was still brooding on the cold floor.She couldn't get herself to fall asleep.The screaming of poor girls in the other rooms scared every atom of sleepiness out of her and kept her awake.
She was awake for as long as she could remember,until the cries of agony and pain that enveloped the brothel gradually disipated.Sanguine peace returned.She reckoned the gigolos must be through with their exercise.

She closed her eyes and listened to the clock as it ticked away.She was lost and she didn't know when she fell asleep.

She didn't know how long she had slept when she was woken by the deafening sound of siren in her room.
She opened her eyes and squinted at the rays of sunlight that filtered into the room through the window.
She heaved a sigh of relief and dragged herself to her feet.She shuffled to window and looked down on the streets of Rio.
The city had come to life and had turned into a beehive of activities.The blaring sound of car horns could be heard as people went about their businesses.
Some had started their day with beautiful Brazilian music.The rythmic sound of the samba resonated from the loudspeakers and into the hearts of music lovers.The city was lively.
Aisha beamed a smile.Rio de Janeiro reminded her so much about Lagos.The only difference was the neatness of Rio as compared to Lagos.
She wished to go back home or at least,go back in time to those life changing moments in Kano and Lagos and make important alterations.But that was not to be.

Aisha was still swimming in the sea of thoughts when it occured to her that she was still nude.
She grabbed a blanket and covered her nudity.Memories of the previous night's brutal rape flodded into her mind and it tormented her.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
She looked around the hallowed chamber.The room was a mess.

Her tormentor was awake.He stood in front of a mirror as he struggled into his clothes.He glanced at Aisha,mumbled a goodmorning and continued battling to dress up quickly.
He buckled his belt and grabbed his coat,the oaf had opened the door and was halfway out when something flashed into his mind and he stopped abruptly.He turned around and looked under the bed.He emerged and frantically scattered the bedsheet looking for something.
He found what he was looking for-his cell phone.
The gigolo was in a hurry.
As he made his way out,Aisha caught a glimpse of a diamond ring on his middle finger.
She put two and two together and figured he must be a married man.
Perhaps he has kids as well.Randy men do have no shame.
Aisha hissed in disgust and slammed the door.

She headed to the bathroom.

DAMAGED BUTTERFLY
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX


Aisha's legs wobbled.She was full of pity for Bina and hate for gigolo who bid for her.The cassanova was way older than her.Say 50 to 60.But here he is chasing after young girls who were definitely young enough tobe his daughters.For the first time in her life,Aisha really thought men are scum.Madam Galiana Ferreira-Gonzalez was none the nicer.The Jezebel was excited for her business which was already booming.Her eyes lit up with greed and a sinister smile played on her devilish face.Thousands of Brazilian Real were constanly coming in.With the way business was going,she was bound to realize b up to $R100,000 from the bidding war.The she-devil was exactly what Aisha took her for.A she-devil.Bina slowly stepped out with her head bowed in shame.The gigolo who pricedher off smiled mischievously as his eyes lit up with lust.He threw up his hands in the air like he just won a trophy and stroded to stage.He parted with his cash and grabbed the poor girl by the waist.Bina was helpless,she cast a pitiful glance at Aisha and reluctantly followed the hungry oaf.Like a sheep to the abbatoir.The tears in her eyes was heart rending. Another unfortunate girl was taken off the stage.The sinners roared with laughter and praised the man for making the right choice. Aisha closed her eyes and heaved a sigh. She tried as much as possible to ignore their noise but it was impossible. Another man made his pick. Aisha had lost concentration and didn't quite hear his description. Suddenly,someone tapped her on the back.She opened her eyes and lifted her head.It was her.She was the chosen one.The rest of the girls cast a glance and looked down.Her heart skipped a beat,she was sweating profusely.All the men were looking at her.She wished the ground would open up and swallow her.The shame was too much to bear.Her man walked to stage and parted with his money.His physique alone sent shivers down the spine of poor Aisha.The man was really fat.He wore an expensive suit but his coat was impossible to button up due to his pot belly.It was a pot belly like no other and he looked more like a pregnant woman.Every part of his body was FAT,not a single bonewas visible.His body weight must be enoumous.Aisha feared for her life.If this elephant did the 'man on top'...she would definitely be crushed and most probably, suffocate to death.Aisha was tense,her heart beat faster and her legs wobbled.She took a deep breath and exhaled.The man approached her.He was taller than Aisha and the poor girl looked up to him with teary eyes.The sumo wrestler licked his lips in anticipation and a smirk played on his face.He pulled Aisha closer and grabbed her buttocks,he tightened his grip on the mounds of flesh and chuckled.His eyes darted to Madam Galiana and he winked a 'thank you'.Aisha didn't expect his next move.He swept her off her feet and carried her like a baby and headed to the room.


When they got to the glorified chamber,Aisha noticed something different.The room which was made for two occupants had been dividedwith a curtain.She could hear painful sobs as a man banged a girl on theother side.Her man shut the door and started removing his clothes quickly.The journey to Pleasureland couldn't wait longer.He was eager toget to action.A few minutes minutes later,his naked body was standing over Aisha.The poor girl looked at him from head to toe.When her eyes caught the joystick,she nearly threw up.His pubic region was very bushy and his penis?Oh God!His penis stood erect like an iroko tree.The third leg was really huge.It was fat and long.The size alone was a horror film in the eyes of Aisha.She couldn't imagine the monstorous thing pumeling her young vagina.She swallowed hard and heaved a sigh.Tears streamed down her cheeks."Please....please...have...mercy" she stammered.The big man turned a deaf ear to her pleas and laughed like a drunk.Mercy was nothing to him,nothing would stop him from feasting on the helpless girl.Suddenly he grabbed Aisha and landed her on the bed.He gripped Aisha's blouse and tore it off her body.He ripped off her bra and smiled mischievously at the sight of her succulent breast.He grabbed hold of the two mounds of milk factory and sucked it like a hungry baby.When he was through,he forcefully removed her skirt.He quickly took off Aisha's shiny yellow pant.The poor girl tried himto stop but he pinned her down with ease.His eyes lit up at the sight of her vagina and he licked his lips.He laughed like a drunk and muttered something in his native portugese."Eu vou comer você como sorvete e sugá-lo seco.I'm going to eat you like an icecream and suck you dry."Aisha covered her face with her hands and whispered a prayer to Almighty Allah.She kept her legs together but the man widened it and laughed like a supervillain.The maniac forcefully spread her legs and buried his head in an innapriopriate place.He slid his tongue into her honey pot and mesmerised her clitoris.Aisha wanted to scream,she attempted to pull his head away but the man was just getting started.He licked her private part with much intensity.Aishaburst into tears.The sadness and shame that bothered her outweighed the mesmerising feeling that shot up through her veins which was becoming too much to bear. She closed her eyes and tightened her grip on the bedsheet. She hoped it would be over soon.The gigolo noticed her restlesness and continued with the cunnilingus.He focused sorely on her clitoris and licked it firecely like lolipop.Aisha wanted to burst.She tried as much as possible to control the tears that streamed down her cheeks but it was getting difficult.It poured out without restriction.When she couldn't hold it down anymore,she started crying.Fluid gushed out of her sacred hole and spilt on the bedsheet.The gigolo beamed a smile of satisfaction.Herummaged in his pocket and fished out a sachet of condom.He quickly tore it open and wore it.He pushed Aisha's legs apart and got to work.Hismontrous manhood pumeled her honey pot agressively.During the unholy activity,the gigolo grunted like a pig as he moaned and muttered inconprehensible things."Porra,porra,porraaaa..."He turned her over and for a doggy style and resumed with extra intensity.Grunting louder like apig in his native Portuguese."Porra,porra,porra..."He slapped her butt repeatedly and increased his speed.His bloodshot eyes were widened with excitement.He mumbled something incomprehensible in his native Portuguese and increased his tempo.The large mounds of fat on his body shook vigorously as pounded away.Pam..pam...pam...pam..pamwas the sound that filled the room as their body made contact.Aisha prayed that the torture should end and fortunately for her,the Almighty Allah answered her prayer this time.The oaf heaved a sigh of relief,he slowly slid out his penis which was loosing erection.He removed the condom,which had a creamish fluid in it and tossed it on the floor.His next line of action gripped Aisha by suprise.The sumo wrestler with his body weight and everything lay on top of her like a log of wood.The torture was too much to bear,Aisha gasped for air.The riffraff was going to suffocate her to death.Aisha pleaded with him to get off but he didn't give a hoot.He lay on her like a dead wood.Aisha couldn't tell if he was awake or simply too tired to get up.She was loosing air.She couldn't breathe.She pushed the man with all her strength but her efforts were futile.His body weight was crushing her.She held the bedpost and tried to pull herself away from the burden.She pulled with every ounce of strength in her body,it was a difficult task but finally she freed herself and dropped to the floor,gasping for breath.She was sweating profusely and panting like a hound.The monster had dozzed off,Aisha could hear him snoring.She grabbed a blanket from the wardrobe and covered her unclothedness.She heaved a sigh of relief and closed her eyes.The tiled floor was cold but she didn't mind.For all she cared,she'd rather sleep onthe cold floor than share the bed with the shameless cassanova.

DAMAGED BUTTERFLY
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

"What are you doing lazying around.Madam Galiana said we must get dressed for the party.
If you want to avoid trouble,better do what she says." Chioma said.

Aisha heaved a sigh and looked at her roomate.she reluctantly got up and started getting dressed.

She thought about her inevitable fate that night.
Spreading legs for every man was absolutely strange.Having sex with strangers just for money did make them prostitutes.The only difference is they were forced into the business.But there was nothing they could do about it.They were trapped in a whole new world.Thousands of miles away from home and in a new country they knew little about.
It was pretty much useless to fight back.
It impossible to revolt without loosing one's life.
They had no choice.
Aisha didn't need much convincing before realizing how helpless she is.She understood the drill and Madam Galiana had all the power.
She put on her dress and shuffled to the living room where girls lined up on the stage,waiting to be picked by the men.
Aisha was sweating profusely,she felt like a comodity in supermarket,well packaged to entice the customers.
She didn't feel human anymore.She felt like a mere comodity.

Aisha cast a glance at the men.They looked very honourable in their expensive attires but in reality,they had no honour.The majority of them were old enough to be a father to each and everyone of the girls.Some of them could be married with kids.But in their eyes Aisha saw lust,an insatiable dsire for the fruit in between the legs of the poor girls.
They are maniacs who were only interested in the satisfying their sexual urge.Their libido must be too much and their manhood must be rock solid with erection at the sight of the half naked girls.
The gigolos licked their lips in anticipation and eyed the girls lust fully.

They were rich and they are definitely going to part with their money.

Madam Galiana beamed with satisfaction.Money will certainly come in droves.A satisfactory smile played on her face at the prospect of making so much money in one night.

She cleared her throat and began to speak.

"Today is a wonderful day for me because it is with great joy that i open my new brothel."

She was greeted with a resounding round of applause.

"Thank you very much.
Now the sole purpose of this brothel is to satisfy the customers in very special way.This brothel is best of it's kind in Rocinha and maximum satisfaction is what we offer.
Our rooms are well furnished so to serve you well.When you go in there to do your thing,you will think you're in heaven."

The guest laughed at Madam Galiana's hyperbole.

"And what about the girls?....Oh i know you all must be salivating at the prospect of tasting their fruit.
These girls are still fresh.They were imported from Africa and most of them are still new to the trade.
But i assure you,when you start drilling their fresh oil well,you will certainly feel the kind of pleasure you have never felt before.
These girls are ready to obey your every command and respect any position or style you want.
They will make you cum a hundred times."

The men had been bought over by Madam Galiana's sweet words.They stood there staring lustfully at the girls with their mouths agape.

Aisha swallowed hard and wiped the beads of sweat on her face.
Madam Galiana's words sounded more like advertisement.
She was parading them like goods.

Madam Galiana continued.

"This is our very first night and as a special treat,i will not slap any price tag on these girls.
You will decide how much you want to pay for them.Just select any girl you want and the man with the highest bid takes her to bed.
Let the bidding war begin."

Madam Galiana had barely finished her speech when a man raised a wad of Brazilian Real notes.

"I bid R$300 for that girl with a nice bum-bum." he screamed in excitement and pointed to a girl.

The girl with the 'nice bum-bum' reluctantly stepped out with her head bowed in shame.

Madam Galiana was about to collect the money when another man screamed.

"I will pay R$400 for her."

Another man bid R$500 and the war continued until the girl was handed over to a short fat man for R$750.

There was little hope for Aisha.She knew she would be bleeped eventually but there was hope of not being a victim that night.
There were more girls than men and some girls would definitely not be used.
Aisha hoped she would be lucky.

She kept her head bowed and listened attentively as the bidding war escalated.
More girls were paid for and the number kept reducing,so did Aisha's fear.

Suddenly a man bellowed.
"I want that light-skinned girl with a well rounded body.I'll pay R$600 for her."

Aisha shudderd.
'Light-skinned girl with a well rounded body?' she thought silently.
'That matches the description of....'

Aisha lifted her head and looked at the girl,she was intantly overcome with pity and her legs wobbled.

Bina was the latest victim.

DAMAGED BUTTERFLY
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

"Everything must be put in place for this party.This house must be decorated to taste so that when the guests come in,they are going to be satisfied.
And by the way,you girls must be well dressed for the party.When you go back to your rooms,you need to check your wardrobes.It is fully stocked with beautiful clothes.You must be dressed to kill.
Have i made myself clear?" Madam Galiana asked.

"Yes madam" the girls replied in unison.

Madam Galiana Ferreira-Gonzalez dismissed the girls and they went to perform their morning ablutions.
Preparations for the opening ceremony began quickly.

A truck load of furnitures and decorations arrived shortly.
The living room was revamped to create more space.All the old seats that bedevilled it was taken away and soon it was completely empty.

The girls got to work immediately,they were divided into few groups and the job was shared.
One group swept the big room and another group were given mops to clean the tiled floor.
The girls worked tirelessly,arranging the chairs and tables.

A big platform was installed in the room.Another truck brought speakers and electronic gadgets.
The room was decorated massively and in a few hours it looked like a grand party hall.
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After the preparation,breakfast was served,
The girls accepted the food with mixed feelings and ofcourse,reluctantly.They were going to eat the kind of food they had never seen before.
Brazilian food.
It was a steamed cornmeal served with butter and cheese and a glass of milk.
The cornmeal was a little bit too soft and salty.Aisha only managed a few bites.

The food was not palatable to her.She prefered Nigerian food.

She ate only half of the cornmeal and downed the glass of milk.
After the breakfast,the girls returned to their respective rooms.

Madam Galiana Ferreira-Gonzalez had mentioned clothes in the wardrobe.
Aisha headed straight to the wardrobe.It was stocked with all kinds of clothes.
The clothes had one thing in common,it was skimpy .
It was made to reveal at least half of one's unclothedness if not all.
It was the kind of clothes that prostitutes wore.
Aisha had seen some of those daughters of Jezebel in Lagos.

They were very easy to identify in their skimpy clothes.Some of them wore tight mini skirts which exposed the laps and made the buttocks stand out.
The tops were often too indescent as it revealed so much cleavage.

Aisha always hated prostitutes and now she couldn't believe that she had become one.
The reality was shocking and worrisome.

She prayed that the Almighty Allah would come to her rescue.

Time was somewhat slow.The girls didn't have much to do.
For lunch,the girls helped themselves to a meal called Farofa.
It was fried cassava flour which included eggs,bacons and other add-ons sprinkled over rice.

It was a bit better than the last meal but still strange to the tongue.

After lunch,the girls didn't have much to do.They were locked in their rooms as they waited for nightfall.
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The day was slowly coming to an end as twilight set in.
The party began.
The guests gradually trooped in and soon the hall was filled with men from different works of life.
Some of them were clad in suits and the others looked sophisticated in their expensive attires.
Madam Galiana had done well to invite the mostly the rich and randy men of Rio de Janeiro.
The men numbered about 90 and most of them were in Madam Galiana's age bracket.
One could tell that some of them were married men who had left their matrimonial home just to spread the legs of girls who were young enough to be their daughters.Randy men who had no shame.
Anyway,prostitution is rife in brazil and any tourist who visited the country's dark side would always tell stories of the sexcapades in the red light districts.

The proffessionals in the devilish trade had no shame and calls have been made to legalize the job.

The party began in earnest.Madam Galiana had invited a music band who entertained the guest with beautiful spanish music.Madam Galiana had instructed the girls to get dressed.Casanovas were already waiting for them.

Aisha stayed in her room contemplating whether to wear the satanic dress.
Such kind of indescent dressing were against muslim culture.Her father had raised her to be better and now she had to embrace something she hated.

She was still thinking when Chioma barged into the room unannounced.
The girl was already dressed.
She wore a gown that was slit from the waist and down to the feet.The gown revealed much of her sexy laps.It could have been less indescent if it didn't expose her breast.But it did.
The cleavage barring gown left half of her succulent breasts exposed for public viewing.
It was all for the sole purpose of enticing the men.

Chioma had not talked about the dress.She was more worried about Aisha laxity.