Helplessly I look at my red band, as it hangs from a hook on the wall. I have been wearing it since the age of 18 to be protected from all those horny pervs who buy the Love Pass and go around raping innocent girls like me. Raping without consequences all thanks to that asshole president and his fucked up laws. Today will be the first time I step outside without the protection of the band. And it fills me with anxiety.
Just a couple of weeks ago my life was wonderful. I had all the comforts and luxuries any girl can get in this country. We lived in a fancy mansion with a nice yard, a pool and numerous servants. All thanks to my father's high position in the army. Dad wasn't shy to take a little money from the state on the side, but in Cumduras it isn't even considered stealing. That's how things work here.
Everything turned upside down when daddy got killed during one of those stupid military exercises. A stray bullet they said. Can you imagine this shit? To be honest I never loved the guy, but he provided for me and mom. Now we are left with nothing. Those fuckers have taken our nice house, cars and bank accounts. We had to move into this crappy apartment with no garden, no swimming pool, but plenty of cockroaches. I hate it! And the worst part is, I cannot pay for the privilege to wear la banda anymore. Without it, any of those goddamn passholders may grab me on the street and violate my body however they want. Even the thought of it makes me shudder with disgust and anger.
I turn away from the red band and look in the mirror. It reflects the image of a stunningly beautiful young woman with shiny raven hair and light olive skin. I'm just ready to get dressed, so there is nothing on me except for underwear. Who would've thought, that someday I will regret being so sexy? Just look at this. My body is magnificent: long slender legs, wide hips and a tight bubble butt. My tits are amazingly shaped, not too small but also not huge. They fit my figure perfectly. The cherry on top is my face with a cute round chin, high cheekbones, big hazel eyes and full luscious lips. That's how my admirers describe it, by the way. And there were a lot of them, but I'm a picky girl and only went out with the most handsome guys from wealthy families. I feel cold shivers going through me when imagining some ugly dude forcing himself upon that precious body.
Mierda! No way I will let that happen. I simply have to be careful, smart, vigilant at all times while outside. Yes, I'm not allowed to fight back against those rapist bastards, but I can always run away. All those countless hours on the treadmill should prove useful. No doubt, I'm faster than any of them.
Encouraged by that thought I got back to dressing up. The first order of business is to get a decent job to support myself. And I already have an interview for a position in a local bank. Gracias a Dios daddy lived long enough for me to graduate from university. I only wished that I paid more attention in class and didn't spend so much time partying with those so-called friends. Pendejos disappeared as soon as they heard about my troubles. Fuck those treacherous bastards.
Anyway, surely, I learned enough to handle banking stuff. I will get this job; I will earn a promotion. And hopefully I will scrape enough money to pay for the red band again. Or better yet, to leave this godforsaken country once and for all.
What should I wear, by the way? The damn beauty code requires women to dress sexy all the time, but this is a job interview. Something formal would be more appropriate, right? Finally, I decided to go with a pair of grey plaid pants with a narrow waist and a white blouse. I buttoned it up all the way and looked in the mirror again. Nah, better not risk it. Those shameless pigs from the morality police will use any excuse to fine me or extract a bribe for not displaying my assets properly in public. I undone the two buttons from the top revealing a bit of cleavage. Mierda! That is so humiliating, so disgraceful. I have to actually put an effort into looking appealing for the fuckers who want to rape me. Ridiculous!
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Well, it's time to go. I don't want to be late and there is no car anymore. I'll have to use the fucking bus, I guess. God, give me strength. I put a pair of high heels on and head outside to face the city without the protection of the red band.