The harlot and her
soliciting
Daisy was not her real name. It was her false name which she
uses to protect her so that she can carry out her “trade” safely. She was a
“sex worker” as she called herself and was unashamed of it. A harlot is what
she should be called.
She has just received a text message on her phone on 29
December 2014 at 1am in the morning in her Sydney home. Her ‘client’ (more
rightly called her victim) had just sent her a text message to confirm their
meeting at a prestigious Grand Chancellor Hotel in Adelaide on the dark crime-ridden Hindley Street, the
street well known for its drug-dealing, tattoo parlours and murders. In her
energised persona, seeing the opportunity to make easy money, she sent him 9 photos
of herself, all scantily clad. She made sure she would send her most prized
photo of herself which was featured in almost all the pornography magazines
around the world. It was, however, just another scantily clad photo of her
holding a poodle which her victims found so ‘cute’, and one which profits
enabled her to pay off her university fees.
She then immediately booked a flight from Sydney to Adelaide
scheduled to depart from 29 December at 7pm on that very same day. It was the
earliest flight available. Frustrated that there was no earlier flight, she
spent the rest of the day buying the most expensive body lotions, creams, and
the most exotic range of eye shadow, mascara and lipstick. All typical duties
of a harlot, albeit self-imposed, but what she thinks to be worth it all. The
mindset of any harlot is that there is no better life than money, pleasure and
power, which came from her beauty. She gives herself the “dignified” term of
‘sex worker’, because the terms ‘harlot’ or ‘prostitute’ infuriates her.
The day quickly passed, and it was soon 4pm. She packed all
her beauty products and the clothes which enabled her to dress up just enough
to be scantily scad to be seen as ‘naked’ by her unsuspecting clients. She
arrived just in time at Sydney airport, ready to depart Sydney for Adelaide.
She was ready to embrace, caress her mystery client who secretly sought to
marry her.
The client
Her mystery client was not an elderly man who had no wife.
In fact, he was a young man, employed at the most prestigious law firm in the
nation, and rich. He had been through much pain as a young boy. Abused by his
mother, he fought against all odds to enter law school on a scholarship at the
top-ranking university, and pursued a life of achievements. Underneath that
facade of achievements was a deep sense of loneliness.
He tried to fill that emptiness inside, and after realising
that achievements were empty, he was lonely, depressed and above all, angry. He
has a pleasant outward demeanour, but deep down inside he was angry, sad and
depressed. He felt rejected, and took this opportunity to find a romantic
partner. Little did he know that Daisy
was a predator. Little did he know she
seeks to steal all his hard-earned money and possessions. Little did he know the devastation this
meeting would bring upon his whole life and soul.
The meeting
Anxious to see her, the young man texted Daisy at half past
9 o’clock in the evening. Daisy was flattered by his excitement of meeting her
for she had told him she would arrive in Adelaide at around the time he texted
her. He sent 3 text messages before she finally called him after checking out and
collecting her luggage at Adelaide airport.
“Hello sweetie”, she crooned. “I’ll be there shortly for
your pleasure.” She calmly and quickly travelled to the meeting place which was
at the basement of Grand Chancellor Hotel. She checked into the hotel. The
young man was excited at the thought of being seduced and lead into the hotel
room of the harlot for she flattered him with her lips. The harlot is a woman
of sweet lips, but a bitter tongue, hands that feel soft, but are full of blood.
She called him to locate him within the basement floor of
the hotel, and as soon as their eyes meet, her eyes gleaned with the thought of
more money, pleasure and power. He eyes were getting hot from the lust at the
mere gaze at her. So, she led him to her den and they knew each other carnally
for the night and the day after. He followed her around to gain her favours and
cheaper deals.
New Year’s Eve
New Year’s Eve struck. It was a day known for drunkenness in
pubs. Drunkenness in public places is associated with wild sexual orgies. As a
highly experienced harlot, Daisy knew this and took advantage of this day which
was good for her ‘trade’. The young man and Daisy went out together to go
attend wild New Year Eye parties. He secretly wanted to divorce his wife and
marry her. His wife had been so good to him, but yet he was not satisfied. He
was fare game for Daisy, and Daisy had trapped him in his snare. The tragic thing was that he did not even
realise it.
He feared his wife would find out because she was good to
him, and he knew deep down inside that Daisy would be unfaithful. Indeed, her
orgies at the parties with some new and old clients confirmed the fears he had about
her faithfulness. Her old clients indeed
are not old clients, they were continuing clients addicted to pornography,
including child pornography.
The young man was enjoying his carousing with some friends –
he had drunk much wine but was not yet inebriated. He went to be bathroom, only
to find Daisy engaging in an orgy with multiple drunken men. Furious, shocked
and dazed, he ran out of the bathroom and vomited in a deserted park where no
one could see him. She had ruined his night.
Bitterness and hate
His tender affection for her had turned into rage. Little
did she know that his rage would turn into revenge. The man she was indulging
in fornication with in the bathroom soon paid her $500 of cash from his pocket,
for he was proud of making the young man jealous. He knew he was jealous
because he had known about the young man. Daisy had told this
jealousy-mongering man about his sexual encounters with her. He had booked for a “meeting” with her on the
night of her fornication with the young man whose rage would turn sour and
bitter.
Daisy was no victim as she would like to make people think.
She was exuberated when she stirred up the jealousy of the multitudes of men
who had committed adultery with her. Anyone
who thought a harlot was a victim is tragically naive. There was nothing that
satisfied her more than breaking down marriages and causing men to suicide. In
fact, one of her past victims who had foolishly fell into her trap committed
suicide by jumping off a balcony at the hotel where she committed her
fornication.
Revenge
The young man had enough. He would not let this woman drive
him to depression and suicide. So, on New Year’s Day early in the morning, he
purchased a top-grade knife and an iron baton. He went to meet her in her room
at Grand Chancellor Hotel where she was waiting to commit her fornication with
him.
When she was deep in her scheming, thinking of how to seduce
him, he turned on the bathroom water to block out the sound of neighbouring
rooms. He then slashed her throat 20 times with brute force, and stabbed her
cheeks 10 times. He then beat her skull with the iron baton until it cracked
and her teeth were knocked out.
Once that was done, he left the hotel, quietly and relieved,
feeling that justice had been done.
Justice was done.
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