Chapter Nine

Melody never complained to the Social Workers again the older girls were right no one cared and no one would help them, she had to help herself. The months passed and Melody became immune to the constant back-breaking work, they were made to clean the house from top to bottom, every day, they had to do all the washing and cooking and the old woman checked everything. If she found one speck of dirt the girl who had left it was punished severely in front of all the others if she was for a private buyer it was a whipping but if the poor girl was destined for the brothels she was raped by the old man. It was not a pleasant sight and if he liked the girl he found a way to have her punished every day so he could satisfy his perverted lust. Just before her seventeenth birthday three new girls arrived, they were young, much younger than their normal intake and almost immobile with fear after they had been subjected to their initiation in the basement. The old woman put them in her room and to