VULNERABLE CREATURES

VULNERABLECREATURES

Vulnerable Creature — Episode 1

The desert wind carried pain.

Muna and Izzy once believed Europe was a land where suffering ended. In their small neighborhood, they listened to stories of girls who traveled abroad and returned with expensive clothes, shiny phones, and smiling faces that hid ugly secrets. Poverty pushed harder every day. Hunger became louder than fear. Hope became the only thing they could afford.

Then came Lady Maya.

She arrived like salvation dressed in gold jewelry and expensive perfume. Her voice was soft, convincing, motherly even. She promised the girls jobs in Europe — hair salons, cleaning work, restaurants. “You will make money,” she told them. “You will change your family’s lives.”

Muna believed her.

Izzy believed her too.

The journey began with excitement. At first, they laughed inside crowded buses and pickup trucks crossing dangerous borders. They shared dreams under the stars and talked about renting apartments together in Europe. But the deeper they traveled into the desert, the more the world revealed its cruelty.

The smugglers were monsters pretending to be guides.

Food disappeared.

Water became more valuable than life itself.

Girls who complained were beaten. Some vanished overnight. Nobody asked questions anymore because fear had silenced everyone.

Then came the night that destroyed Muna and Izzy forever.

Armed men surrounded the camp in the middle of the desert. The girls were dragged away while others looked down helplessly, too terrified to interfere. Their screams disappeared into the cold desert wind as the men violated them repeatedly until sunrise.

After that night, something inside both girls died.

But the journey did not stop.

Lady Maya finally received them in Europe, but instead of freedom, they entered another prison. Their passports were taken. Their movements were controlled. Every day became the same nightmare.

Men.

Hundreds of men.

Old men. Violent men. Drunk men. Men who treated them like lifeless objects instead of human beings.

Muna and Izzy were forced to sleep with countless strangers every single night while Lady Maya collected the money. Refusal meant starvation, beatings, or threats of death. Sometimes Muna felt her body separating from her soul just to survive the horror.

Days turned into months.

Muna started feeling weak constantly. She vomited often and suffered unbearable pain, but Lady Maya dismissed it as laziness. Customers still came every night, and Muna was forced to continue working no matter how much she cried.

Then one rainy evening, everything changed.

A nurse at a small underground clinic examined Muna quietly before looking at her with shock.

“You are pregnant,” the nurse whispered.

Muna froze.

Six months pregnant.

Her heart nearly stopped.

She remembered the desert. The screams. The men. The violence. She had carried the child all this time without knowing because exhaustion and endless abuse had numbed her body and mind.

When Izzy heard the news, tears rolled down her face. For a brief moment, the baby felt like the only innocent thing left in their ruined lives.

But Lady Maya saw the pregnancy as a problem.

“You will abort it,” she said coldly.

Muna trembled in fear. “Six months? I could die…”

Lady Maya grabbed her violently by the chin.

“If you keep that baby, you are useless to me.”

That night, Muna lay awake staring at the ceiling while men laughed downstairs. Her hands rested on her stomach as tears silently rolled down her cheeks.

For the first time in months, she realized something terrifying.

The world did not see her as human anymore.

Only as a vulnerable creature trapped inside a cruel system that fed on broken girls.

And somewhere deep inside the darkness, Muna feared the worst was yet to come…