When Starr first told me that she was going to become a ‘call girl’, I wasn’t really sure what to think. I was angry, I was scared, but most of all I was ignorant. She had told me multiple times that she had been running into some money problems and even though I offered some assistance to her, she turned it down and said “Thank you, but it’s not enough”. In turn I started to think: how much trouble could she be in?
After I voiced my concerns to her, she began to explain to me why she had an obligation to do this job. I knew there were ways around this, surely there had to be someone hiring in our area, but she insisted that she needed more money. She told me that she had been thinking about doing this for a long time, but just recently decided …show more content…
She and I were out for lunch and I decided to stop by to collect.” Starr informed him.
“Hm, that’s too bad. She would definitely get the job done.”
That made my body shiver. My foot started bouncing even faster but neither of them seemed to notice. Either that or they simply didn’t care.
“Anyway, Starr, your pay is a bit slim today. There have been some price changes. It shouldn’t last long, though. You’ve still made a pretty penny.” He said, reaching his arm out to give Starr the envelope. He didn’t reach far enough for her to actually take it. She was expected to get up and retrieve it; and she did.
“Thank you, sir. I’ll see you on Monday.” Starr said, holding my arm to pull me as she stood up. We walked out and I had so many questions to ask her, but I didn’t say anything. Not while we were still in this man’s house. Once we were out the front door, she opened the envelope to count the cash. It was more money than I have ever seen in my entire life. She expertly sifted through the bills while counting in her head.
“Twenty-seven thousand.” She murmured to herself.
“What?!” I exclaimed, stopping in my tracks, “And that is slim pay?”
“What is wrong with you? Why can’t you just be happy that I’m making money? Stop flipping shit about …show more content…
Where the hell is it? I can save it. It’s going to be alright…” she trailed off, more of an assurance to herself than to me.
I was frozen where I stood. My hands were shaking. My eyes darted around, looking for the same thing Starr was looking for. Then I saw it. Something I didn’t want to see. It was a liver. A human fucking liver. Nausea took over my body. My breathing was uneven and it felt like I was going to pass out. While Starr scurried around trying to save the organ, I worked up the strength and energy to turn back around and walk into the house. The smell hit me right in the face. The only way I could describe it was… hospital.
Dozens of people turned to look at me. They were all dressed in black tie formal wear. Nobody said anything. Nobody moved. I pushed through the crowd to see a young man lying on the coffee table face first, his abdomen cut open in an upside-down “Y” formation. Next to him was a large mason jar, holding another liver.
I hadn’t realized until a tear ran down my cheek that I had begun to cry. I was so petrified. Then everything started to make sense.
Starr hadn’t been having sex with men for money.
She had been harvesting the organs of her ‘clients’ and giving them to her
After I voiced my concerns to her, she began to explain to me why she had an obligation to do this job. I knew there were ways around this, surely there had to be someone hiring in our area, but she insisted that she needed more money. She told me that she had been thinking about doing this for a long time, but just recently decided …show more content…
She and I were out for lunch and I decided to stop by to collect.” Starr informed him.
“Hm, that’s too bad. She would definitely get the job done.”
That made my body shiver. My foot started bouncing even faster but neither of them seemed to notice. Either that or they simply didn’t care.
“Anyway, Starr, your pay is a bit slim today. There have been some price changes. It shouldn’t last long, though. You’ve still made a pretty penny.” He said, reaching his arm out to give Starr the envelope. He didn’t reach far enough for her to actually take it. She was expected to get up and retrieve it; and she did.
“Thank you, sir. I’ll see you on Monday.” Starr said, holding my arm to pull me as she stood up. We walked out and I had so many questions to ask her, but I didn’t say anything. Not while we were still in this man’s house. Once we were out the front door, she opened the envelope to count the cash. It was more money than I have ever seen in my entire life. She expertly sifted through the bills while counting in her head.
“Twenty-seven thousand.” She murmured to herself.
“What?!” I exclaimed, stopping in my tracks, “And that is slim pay?”
“What is wrong with you? Why can’t you just be happy that I’m making money? Stop flipping shit about …show more content…
Where the hell is it? I can save it. It’s going to be alright…” she trailed off, more of an assurance to herself than to me.
I was frozen where I stood. My hands were shaking. My eyes darted around, looking for the same thing Starr was looking for. Then I saw it. Something I didn’t want to see. It was a liver. A human fucking liver. Nausea took over my body. My breathing was uneven and it felt like I was going to pass out. While Starr scurried around trying to save the organ, I worked up the strength and energy to turn back around and walk into the house. The smell hit me right in the face. The only way I could describe it was… hospital.
Dozens of people turned to look at me. They were all dressed in black tie formal wear. Nobody said anything. Nobody moved. I pushed through the crowd to see a young man lying on the coffee table face first, his abdomen cut open in an upside-down “Y” formation. Next to him was a large mason jar, holding another liver.
I hadn’t realized until a tear ran down my cheek that I had begun to cry. I was so petrified. Then everything started to make sense.
Starr hadn’t been having sex with men for money.
She had been harvesting the organs of her ‘clients’ and giving them to her