(Published in the Daily Reporter 20.05.09)
Sunset, and multicolor reflection moderated anxiety, the shock, anger unprecedented that it overshadowed everything ... dream, fantasy and even sadness. Sunset, and winter was just a station, an accident, an unnecessary event smeared all, every afternoon. She was beautiful, the queen of her group, the "mommy" ... as he said. It was the center of attention, the convergence of the eyes. At 19, he was admired, imitated, desired. His dream: to succeed in modeling, be moderator of a TV show, do something novel. He read an ad for a casting, came to the appointment and when he looked to the other, I knew the opportunity would be theirs. He put on his suit and patterned cocktail. She put on her bikini and shocked members of the jury. She felt that the hotel room where he chose to take the first step to become famous, dazzling. She was sent to a sort of clubhouse and there appeared to him strange that one of the promoters. He asked to be as bold he could to see how far I could get her role in a soap opera. She was carried away by fantasy. They gave him something to drink. When he awoke, his was a video. Blackmail more than a working proposition, a dream and a life shattered by those willing to convert accused of a trade commodity rather special. Was filled with doubts, nightmares. Then relied on the possibility of forgetting. He denied that lived, but not damaged. He shouted, but nobody listened. She wept, and nobody was with him .... It was too late, and was very hurt to tell the world why its new silence. In his last clouds, we wanted less. There was no light, just a reflection that dazzled you suffered. That hatred for so many setbacks. That final drowning, of having failed to stop in time. Days passed, and the consistent winds that whipped their sorrows, announced a new fog horn. The meat, she died first, was the prelude to his misery. The starting point of that detested mouth in mind that even those who loved him, he pointed harsh. It was like the announcement that his life would be like from that moment. Wrapped in lies, was steeped in hypocrisy, and the smearing of anxieties felt that there was more moral than the circumstances. An error, even if unintentional, could be the starting point some early end. It does not feel beautiful, not Mommy. Watch the recorded video on it, and vomits. Feel slut. Shameless harlot. Cheap prostitute. Those who courted, turned away. To top it off, but paid for the copy you have - with money and with your body-someone uploaded the video to internet and cell divided by the direction where to look. As few will believe his version. He has learned a grim lesson. ... And in the worst way.
Sunset, and multicolor reflection moderated anxiety, the shock, anger unprecedented that it overshadowed everything ... dream, fantasy and even sadness. Sunset, and winter was just a station, an accident, an unnecessary event smeared all, every afternoon. She was beautiful, the queen of her group, the "mommy" ... as he said. It was the center of attention, the convergence of the eyes. At 19, he was admired, imitated, desired. His dream: to succeed in modeling, be moderator of a TV show, do something novel. He read an ad for a casting, came to the appointment and when he looked to the other, I knew the opportunity would be theirs. He put on his suit and patterned cocktail. She put on her bikini and shocked members of the jury. She felt that the hotel room where he chose to take the first step to become famous, dazzling. She was sent to a sort of clubhouse and there appeared to him strange that one of the promoters. He asked to be as bold he could to see how far I could get her role in a soap opera. She was carried away by fantasy. They gave him something to drink. When he awoke, his was a video. Blackmail more than a working proposition, a dream and a life shattered by those willing to convert accused of a trade commodity rather special. Was filled with doubts, nightmares. Then relied on the possibility of forgetting. He denied that lived, but not damaged. He shouted, but nobody listened. She wept, and nobody was with him .... It was too late, and was very hurt to tell the world why its new silence. In his last clouds, we wanted less. There was no light, just a reflection that dazzled you suffered. That hatred for so many setbacks. That final drowning, of having failed to stop in time. Days passed, and the consistent winds that whipped their sorrows, announced a new fog horn. The meat, she died first, was the prelude to his misery. The starting point of that detested mouth in mind that even those who loved him, he pointed harsh. It was like the announcement that his life would be like from that moment. Wrapped in lies, was steeped in hypocrisy, and the smearing of anxieties felt that there was more moral than the circumstances. An error, even if unintentional, could be the starting point some early end. It does not feel beautiful, not Mommy. Watch the recorded video on it, and vomits. Feel slut. Shameless harlot. Cheap prostitute. Those who courted, turned away. To top it off, but paid for the copy you have - with money and with your body-someone uploaded the video to internet and cell divided by the direction where to look. As few will believe his version. He has learned a grim lesson. ... And in the worst way.
"I wrote a couple of times by arranging an interview that frustrates their absence. After several weeks, goes to a new appointment. He is very young. Very beautiful. Cover international journal, I think. Tell me, what's wrong? ... I say.
- no where to start. I am very sorry I have to tell.
- Is it so serious with you?
- Yes, Graduate. Late last year, was called a casting call for aspiring models and actresses in a hotel in this city. My dream has always been a model. My colleagues, my friends say that I can be an international model. I have always believed that I have the physical layout and the talent to be. Or a TV moderator, or a soap opera actress. I've always been the queen of my course. The bride's Club where my parents are partners. Encouraged by what many dream of mine since young. Also I have a talent for dancing. Since childhood I did flamenco in one of the local academies and that allowed me to have grace in body movement and hands. I am also one of the best students in my class. Maquillo my friends. I say this as a combined ... I've always felt that it was made for this world. That was like my natural habitat.
- What happened in the casting?
- Well, you had to keep a photo album, a party dress with shoes and accessories, casual wear and bathing suit, preferably bikinis. I take several rounds of clothing. I wanted to be the best, and felt I had to do, graduate. I applauded the party dress. With casual attire. When I played with bikini model, I was a dental floss which left the jury view of my body, I have been outlining exercises, gyms and which I am proud. I have nothing artificial, just a touch on "boobs." I felt I had applauded more than the others. I was the winner. After the last parade was happening to us a sort of clubhouse for interviews and measurements. I really played anyone of the jury that as he was gay, he gave me confidence. I knew there would be molesters. That was not green behind those old excuse to approach. I spoke of my possibilities, they could help me ... my body, my face, my smile, my movement ... and while he spoke, I looked almost as Hollywood. These guys have a labia, graduate, and is not story!.
- You proposed something? Are you invited to a party? Have you uncomfortable conversation?
- No. I also asked, very naturally, yes I was a virgin. If he had any sexual experience
- Were you surprised?
- No. I thought that question was mainly to know if I was crazy or not. Whether self- or not ... what do I know?
- What you say?
- That it was very intimate things of every person
- And what did he say?
- Nothing. I asked about boyfriends. Dad's work, dreams, etc. Asked a couple of juices. One of strawberry for me and a peach for him. I took my juice ... and soon, I did not hear anything from me.
- Nothing?
- Nothing. I woke up, did not know where I was or what time it was. She was alone in a room in another hotel, naked and obvious signs of having been sexually violated. Beside the bed was my clothes, and a paper with an address and time of interview, with a note saying "do not miss ... for you!". I called reception to ask if they knew how he got there, and I said in the company of someone who canceled the room and left him to go that he had to leave and not to worry. Do not forget to read a piece of paper that I had left. I cried. I took a shower ... I checked my phone and had some calls. One with a short video where he appeared doing things or tell him ... and the recommendation to attend the interview. Also, to keep quiet so that no else to see the video, evidently made with a phone. I cried again. I vomited. Cursed ... I called my closest friend who showed up at the hotel. When accompanied the manager up, to whom he explained. He offered to call the police, but please wait until I talk to my parents so that the blow was not so hard for them. We left my friend's house, where I swam many times over. I was angry. Hate. I was the most shrewd, look how I fell. We decided not to tell anything until we talked to the guy. My friend and I went to the mall where we cited. When we were in the cafeteria, my phone rings and the guy tells me which meets with me, but one ... and she could not be that late, because you do not know if I'm going to lay a trap. The next day on a site that would tell me last time, and alone. Because if not, going to upload the video to the Internet. So I did. In the midst of the storm raging in my mind.
- Do not you talk to your parents?
- No Degree. They always had opposed that I devoted to modeling. I always said that this was a perverted middle world. That drug in that environment, homosexuality, sex, alcohol was the currency ... can you imagine?
- And with the guy?
- Yeah But was not the gay who interviewed me. He was a guy like 28, well dressed. Courteous manners. Came to the table and I wanted to hit, I wanted to spit on that damned before I speak. But I refrained. Although I could not hold back the tears .,..¿ Why me? ... I asked. "Because you're too good my love," he said. I tried to slap me and grabbed my hand ... "quiet, not make things worse." I was filled with patiently and listened. Let me see in a notebook he carried three videos of mine. Where I appeared which porn star, making two types of everything. All the aberrations that you are likely to occur. Albeit with a lost look, seemed to be participating.
- Did not remember anything? Not even the video did you remember?
- Bachelor No, nothing. I was in a kind of threesome making love in all forms, and all possible aberrations. Some shots my nude, and sleeping. But I tell you that neither poses. I cried, understanding the package that was involved. Although after the video knew what I had done a mental exercise to keep his temper, almost lost. Total I calmed down and the guy told me ... "look at it this way, you were wrong ... and maybe this video will help your dream of becoming an actress Roxana Diaz look after video porno-much stronger than this, "became famous internationally, he gets a ticket and no censorship" ... ... then I asked him what do you want? Little in relation to the harm that can make that video. Get yourself five million Bolivars (from before) and spends a Saturday with me. If not, I will upload to the Internet, I will send your parents and all your friends. I told him I had no money. I said, go see what you get and you give me this Friday at the hotel when we go. And I miss you and you of what is in the video. He stood and left. My friend who was nearby, came to the table and hugged me ... it almost hysterical.
- What did you decide?
- I talk to my parents but again dismissed for the reasons I explained. I decided to find some money, and please you to awaken from the nightmare. That was among the worst ... the least bad. Because it is limited, so I thought at that time, a couple of hours of torture in exchange for what was to remain in the minds and consideration of my friends and my family. I decided that torture, that the visit to hell, was necessary. The other was a thousand times worse. I sold some things of mine, I asked some friends and met some two million Bolivars. I went to the new appointment and went with him. This time Acarigua a hotel. When the road we thought it would kill me ... but I controlled myself and showed him no fear. He said nothing the whole way. Even asked me how much money he had. We arrived at a seedy hotel and entered a room. Did you bring me the money? He asked. Only two million. Ah hell, I said. Then you have to behave like little whore itself to compensate. They gave me terror and began to mourn. But I could not scream. Look, I tried ... but I graduated out the voice. I was terrified. Was terrified. Both the guy approached me, I undressed and offered no resistance. He asked me to kiss him and I could not just cry. He asked me to touch it and I was trembling with fear. As could be placed on top of me trying to have sex with me, but eventually stopped and told me ... at least make me oral sex, to save you. I give you five minutes for that. And I, lost in an unspeakable terror. It forced me to do it and I cried. Slapped me, pulled me by the hair ... but could not. Until he left, taking the money. As I left, I took a car and came to Barquisimeto. Call my friend and I said, it was horrible, but I think that ended the nightmare for the guy took the money. She said, I think not. Go there and tell you. When he arrived, he told me. In four of our phones friends, was the video.
- I talk to my parents but again dismissed for the reasons I explained. I decided to find some money, and please you to awaken from the nightmare. That was among the worst ... the least bad. Because it is limited, so I thought at that time, a couple of hours of torture in exchange for what was to remain in the minds and consideration of my friends and my family. I decided that torture, that the visit to hell, was necessary. The other was a thousand times worse. I sold some things of mine, I asked some friends and met some two million Bolivars. I went to the new appointment and went with him. This time Acarigua a hotel. When the road we thought it would kill me ... but I controlled myself and showed him no fear. He said nothing the whole way. Even asked me how much money he had. We arrived at a seedy hotel and entered a room. Did you bring me the money? He asked. Only two million. Ah hell, I said. Then you have to behave like little whore itself to compensate. They gave me terror and began to mourn. But I could not scream. Look, I tried ... but I graduated out the voice. I was terrified. Was terrified. Both the guy approached me, I undressed and offered no resistance. He asked me to kiss him and I could not just cry. He asked me to touch it and I was trembling with fear. As could be placed on top of me trying to have sex with me, but eventually stopped and told me ... at least make me oral sex, to save you. I give you five minutes for that. And I, lost in an unspeakable terror. It forced me to do it and I cried. Slapped me, pulled me by the hair ... but could not. Until he left, taking the money. As I left, I took a car and came to Barquisimeto. Call my friend and I said, it was horrible, but I think that ended the nightmare for the guy took the money. She said, I think not. Go there and tell you. When he arrived, he told me. In four of our phones friends, was the video.
- How did you react?
- I had no tears ... there I did was resign. I told my friend, that is what God wants.
- Your parents know you already?
- Yes
- Yes
- How did they react?
. As parents, as friends, as people who love me. They have helped me a lot. Do not have doubted my version. I only have reprimanded for not having had time, what I would have avoided the second hell. Also most of my friends. Some of my friends if they have reacted rather differently. They came out of envy. This morbid enjoyment with schadenfreude. That "look at her, so sobradita her, and recorded it rolling with some guys." It has been a steep learning curve, but learning. Today I know who my friends. I know you have to weigh the consequences of dreams, if they are not streamlined. Also you have to rely on parents and suspicious of anyone who praises us, especially if we are to know. That is not the main body beauty. And to be seen, to be "buenota" is somehow a way to create temptations of others. And the only casting those who can go is to the well-known television, theater groups and never alone path ... always, with any of parents for the savvy is put a brake. That to be recognized and respected the beauty is not enough. We must learn to love intelligence. Aid that although a pretty face and a beautiful body, sometimes, as in my case is the ideal way to quench some aberrations in a full rot. Post my history degree, so that the girls have the same dreams of mine to take care and do not take risks. That world of the reflectors is attractive ... but very dangerous!
has known, in the worst way, that dark place where the meat makes tricks to hell and pain, is only an ally of those in their perversion, they stop at nothing to calm their instincts. He has known the place they inhabit the darkest shadows. How can a dream become a nightmare, just not taking all expectations. Also how can tarnish the good fortune, wealth, happiness just because being "the mommy" hormones deranged rampage in a perverted trade. How to doubt the trust of parents, forced to repeat the storm, the mud, the world of excrement who suffered a second time and that a request for help in time, would surely have been avoided. He had to learn from the more regrettable as the skin, instinct, sex, when distorted is capable of committing the worst outrages many. Not enough to be very nice. Or win a contest to be admired, if the way someone uses it to blackmail and prostitution. However, it has matured enough to perceive their error. His tragedy. And make this black episode in his life a painful training session today can, for the benefit of others share, up from pain ... pedagogically.
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