Good Fairy
She knew he would choose her.
They were made to stand in line and Marco brought him in.
He was young which made a change, and he refused to take part in the selection routine. Some of them walked up and down as if they were inspecting soldiers on parade. This one just pointed at her and then looked away, embarrassed and ashamed.
When they were in the bedroom she got down on her knees and begged him to help her. He didn’t understand her words but he nodded and put a consoling arm around her. He didn’t try to have sex with her.
When he had gone she prayed that he would somehow help her. It was her only hope so she clung on to it.
Help would come, she was sure of it.
The next day Marco took her to one side.
“I know what you said to that punter and if it happens again you’ll be sorry!”
“And what is it that you will do to me that you have not already done?”
No wonder he was worried. Soon she would be free. The kind young Englishman would help her.
But then Marco took a photograph out of his pocket and showed it to her. It was of her mother and Dana, her younger sister.
“You try anything like that again and they’ll both be joining you.”
Dana was twelve.