Asking around he was informed that she was not a customer but one of the female workers of the club. Arthur was stupefied; how can it be, she was just a little kid. His co worker sighed, slowly narrating the whole thing. 'The girl', the name through which she was addressed in the starting days, was sold to the club a week ago by an anonymous man with a Spanish accent. It was when he learnt that Little Bee was not even a native American but from Spain. Arthur felt bad for the little girl, at such a tender age she was pushed down to such a place from where she cannot escape till she inhales her last breath. Little Bee always stayed mum, maybe because she had no knowledge of English or maybe because she was not familiar with the faces she was seeing and will see for the rest of her life. She was just a kid, the smell of wine and the red lights will surely be alien for her. Little Bee, at that time, had no idea about how thi
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