Disposable Girl: a short story

Status: finished, edited, available to a good journal.

“Disposable Girl,” a short story.

On an island not far away, in a future not far off, there is a place that exploits the combined atrocities of war-zone child abductions, human trafficking, cult indoctrinations, and Jeffrey Epstein’s island.

“Disposable Girl” is a disturbing story that envisions an amoral code of 21st-century wannabe Übermensch, super-rich who believe they rise above nations, above laws, above the mediocracy’s views of right or wrong and good or evil, and, indeed, above humanity. These self-imagined demigods come to this island to buy children who had been abducted in places like occupied Ukraine, brought here, and then groomed to become disposable sex slaves.

Daria, however, will not be anyone’s disposable girl.

“Disposable Girl” contains narrations of brutal violence, including two (not explicit) rapes and two bloody homicides. They are intended to shock readers, but they are not gratuitous: cruelty and pain are the points.

“Disposable Girl” runs just under 5,000 words.

Excerpt:

With three clangs, we were supposed to hurry to auditorium.  This is not good. Maybe someone has been returned. Someone betrayed us, risking us, and condemning themselves. We ran there in our pretty, pink, lace nighties. As we entered auditorium, I saw brother-angels, dressed in their black crew necks and red boxers, enter from other side. I counted eighteen sister-angels and eleven brother-angels, same as last time.

 When Mr. Diego came, I knew my fears were true. If for other purposes, Miss Paula would lead us.

“My dear angels, we gather for very sad and horrible news,” Mr. Diego said. “Sister-Angel Rebekah has run off from her man.”

We all gasped. I was shocked. I wanted to cry. Rebekah was like big sister to me, much older, maybe eighteen. I loved her. I do not understand how she could do this. No. It could not be true.