Sex Trafficked

Mucheal, a young lad with dreams so bright
His chiselled body, a sight to delight
But fate had a different path in store
One that would leave him shaken to the core

Rejected from a photoshoot, his dreams crushed
Dejected and lost, on a bench he hushed
But then came Herma, with a job in hand
Little did he know, it was not what he planned

A disbarred lawyer, turned business tycoon
Herma saw potential, in Mucheal's swoon
She offered him a job, to take care of her estate
But little did he know, it was a different fate

For Herma had a penchant, for hiring male sex workers
And Mucheal was one, among her string of lurkers
He felt violated, but he couldn't refuse
For he needed the job, and he had no excuse

For three long years, he worked for Herma
But it wasn't just a job, it was a trauma
Forced to please women, who were part of her game
Mucheal's life would never be the same

He was sent to please, with his sculpted physique
But inside he was broken, his soul so weak
He performed sexual acts, he didn't want to do
But he had no choice, he was just a pawn in Herma's view

His body was used, for the pleasure of others
But his mind and soul, were left in tatters
He longed for his dreams, of becoming a model
But now he was trapped, in Herma's twisted bottle

Mucheal's eyes, once bark-brown and bright
Were now dull and lifeless, devoid of any light
His jawline, once sharp, now drooped in despair
For he was just a puppet, in Herma's sexual affair

He longed to break free, from this life of shame
But Herma had a hold, and he was just a name
A name on her list, of men to be used
For her pleasure and profit, they were all abused

Mucheal's dreams, were now a distant memory
For he was trapped, in Herma's world of misery
But deep down inside, he still held on to hope
That one day he would break free, from this twisted rope