The next few days were a blur of activity as Bella and the other girls were prepared for their new roles. They were taught basic English, which was a challenge for Bella, who had never spoken the language before.
The trainers were patient, but firm, and they pushed the girls to learn quickly. Bella struggled at first, but she was determined to learn, and she practiced every day.
In the evenings, after a hectic day of training, the girls retired to their hostel, exhausted. But despite their fatigue, they found comfort in each other's company.
One evening, as they were getting ready for bed, one of the girls suggested that they braid each other's hair in the traditional African way. Bella was excited to participate, and she loved the feeling of connection that came with sharing this cultural tradition with the other girls.
As they braided each other's hair, they talked and laughed, sharing stories and secrets. It was a moment of joy and connection in an otherwise difficult and trying time.
The days turned into weeks, and the training continued. Bella and the other girls were taught how to seduce a man, how to please him, and how to make him happy. They were also taught how to have sex, and how to do it frequently.
Bella was uncomfortable with this aspect of the training, but she knew that she had no choice. She was trapped, and she had to do what she was told.
As the weeks turned into a month, Bella and the other girls became more confident and comfortable with their new roles. They were no longer the innocent, naive girls they had once been. They were now sophisticated, seductive women, trained to please men and make them happy.
But despite their newfound confidence, Bella couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. She felt like she was losing herself, like she was becoming someone she didn't want to be.
She knew that she had to escape, but she didn't know how. She was trapped, and she didn't know if she would ever be free again.