Crying For Tears: The Sasha Pierce Story

By Saleem Little

Every woman faces her own individual heartache at some point or another in her life. Whether it is dealing with the jaded feelings of lost love, the misuse of an abusive man, the disappointment, and embarrassment of divorce, or the financial woes of being a single mother; all women must survive some personal tragedy in their lives. In this gripping tale of lost souls, misguided teens, rapists, bastardized children, disease, human trafficking, and abuse; three women's lives are tested, nearly torn apart, and then tied together by one motivating force...their wills to survive. See how six degrees of separation ties the lives of these three women together in this spell-bounding novel.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mitanni Publishing
• Release date: Feb 18, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224490189

Saleem Little

Writer, Poet, Publisher - Saleem Little is the author of over ten novels, including the critically acclaimed "Get In, Get Out" and "Crying for Tears", and founder and Owner of Mitanni Publishing LLC. Some of his interest include: writing, reading, traveling, painting and spending time family.

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CHAPTER 1

Camille knew that she would have to get out of town and that she would have to do so quickly and stealthily. Faced with the decision of selling or keeping the child she was carrying, one thing was for certain, she wasn’t sharing the proceeds with the brothel she belonged to or the pimps who ran it.

After a birth test revealed she was pregnant, as suspected, Camille immediately contacted a woman she knew could help her get rid of the child to an organ donor for parts or to a brothel for a lifetime of servitude. Of course, parts were always the top priority considering organs brought in big money quickly. Susan had connections all over the globe it seemed and Camille wasted no time calling her.

How does it feel? To be Pregnant...

Camille heard the question Susan was posing but didn’t care for it. Anything that attacked her conscience she avoided or ignored. Luckily, she was distracted and only faintly heard and acknowledged the question as her cinnamon-colored hands brushed a curious roach away from her luggage. She was sure she’d see many more in the tiny efficiency she would be calling home for the next few months.

"I don’t know, you know my line of work. I can’t feel or show emotion, especially not to some kid I’ll never get to know.... That the world may never get to know..."

Camille’s voiced slowly whispered the crescendo in soliloquy fashion. As it did so the defiant roach returned with reinforcements. Camille flung her heel at the huddled insects and they scurried away in different directions.

I freaking panicked. Camille said, her voice once again full of exuberating force as if the pesky bugs reminded her of her initial feeling towards her pregnancy.

I just freaked out. It’s... there was no joy, or excitement, or happiness or anything like that, any of those normal feelings that come with maternity. Only fear, that’s all I felt. All I thought was what the hell am I going do? Then, I thought of you.

The woman known to her constituents in the underworld only as Susan or Susy for short, couldn’t hold back her laughter.

And then you thought of me? she said still chuckling although she knew this was no time for laughter and no laughing matter.

Well, I’m glad you did. Susan said after collecting herself.

Susan was in fact genuinely happy Camille had remembered her and chose to call her in this situation. She stood to make at the very least ten grand and this was simply for connecting the right people. It was something she had been doing for over twenty years now.

Susan was a nanny at a brothel in Poland. The children she cared for saw and referred to her as Auntie and although she did do what was needed of her to keep the children alive, she had the same monstrous greed as any of the men in her world.

At four to five years of age, children enter her brothel and immediately Susy is charged with drugging the children with cocaine, amphetamines and other narcotics in order to numb them. She feeds them and provides the vitamins and basic care to sustain a life but she also assists these children to rooms where they are mutilated and massacred, raped and sodomized, some are killed even for the right price. She does all this observing a strict code of silence for she knows she too faces death if she reveals any secrets. Susan once recovered the dead body of a nine-year-old boy who had been killed by a rich masochist.

The young children, ages four to six, have sex once to twice a week. Susan nurses them back to health from the exhaustion, drugs and any tears in the genitalia that may have occurred during sex. At seven, Susan prepares the child for regular sex.

Several days a week, sometimes several hours a day, the three seven-year-old children have sex hourly and daily. When one is exhausted, another replaces it while the first child is given the medical attention it needs.

So, the guys you know, who are they, like, are they doctors, or guys who know doctors?

Camille asked. She didn’t want either of them to lose sight of the objective; find a buyer for the child’s organs. Camille knew she could get money for the retina, the kidneys, liver, heart and any other fully functioning organ. Well, Camille would get her lump sum for the newborn baby, someone else would profit from the butchered child’s organs.

"These people..." Susan stressed, making sure Camille fully understood evil knew no gender.

...are people you just don’t need or want to concern yourself with. They’re big, really big. They control the world and they’re pure evil."

Camille’s mind imagined inconspicuous, Satanic Occultist members, pentagrams, secret meetings and symbols. If they bought, sold and molested children they were probably devils in human form. Before Camille could condemn these people however, she’d first have to condemn herself. She was the very vehicle that made deliveries for the company.

Just as she began to internally berate these horrendous monsters, her self-accusing spirit berated her. Here she was a pregnant woman discussing the sale of her child with a despicable woman who groomed innocent children for sadistic sex with pedophilic maniacs.

Camille, who for so long lived with child molestation as a reality was surely against it but she didn’t have the time or the luxury to care or judge at this moment. She couldn’t afford to consider whether traffickers, butchers or a brothel got the child, she just knew she had a few months to secure a deal or she’d be lugging around a child for months. Was pedophilia evil? Sure. But, selling a child into death was just as evil if not more so.

It may not matter to you but have you considered where the child may be going?

Somehow humanity crept into Susan’s heart. Maybe it was her age. She had seen so much evil, maybe she too was now ashamed of it and secretly prayed to save at least one child for at the wrong she had committed. It was risky, but she actually gave Camille one chance to second-guess her decision.

I’d really like for it to go to an organ donor, so it doesn’t have to live this...shitty life. But if it goes to some...

Camille paused as staring at her surroundings made her cold again.

No, it really doesn’t even matter to me at this point. I just want to get it out of me and get this over with.

CHAPTER 2

Lisa Vrabel’s eyes were swollen, red and full of moisture as she stared at her son in the hospital bed. Tom’s eyes were vacant. No emotion, no precipitation, just two still abysses. He knew well enough that no emotion on earth would save his child, only money would.

Franky was on life-support and the Doctors were still determining the causes though besides the RNs on duty, everyone in the room was pretty sure of what was happening with Franky. It had happened before. His heart was failing.

Though Franky’s heart failure could have been caused by anything from medication side effects to heart diseases and infections, his had been congenital; a problem that persisted in the Vrabel family for generations.

As a baby all of the normal symptoms had been spotted, edema, trouble breathing, exhaustion, low weight gain and poor feeding. Franky had experienced it all as an infant and toddler. At three, he had gone through all the necessary test to determine whether or not he had inherited the heart complications that ran in Tom’s family.

In anguish, Tom and Lisa Vrabel watched Franky undergo Cardiac Catheterizations, X-Rays, Echocardiography and Electrocardiography tests. They tried every treatment available from water pills and Beta blockers to Digoxin and then when all else had failed, at three years old Franky received his first heart transplant. Eight years later, Tom and Lisa were back in Dr. Taji’s office, questioning the success rate of organ transplants and retransplants.

Well, I can say the number of liver transplants have remained relatively stable over the past ten years. We’ve increased or sustained our rate of success in that area due to our ability to do technical variant liver transplants which nearly eliminates waitlist mortalities.

Tom’s mind wandered. It was these waitlist mortalities that made his friendships so valuable. They capitalized on these waitlists by providing trafficked organs from the black market much quicker than organs from normal donors could be delivered.

In Canada, the average wait time for a kidney is from four to seven years. In the United States that estimated wait time can be from three to four years. In the United Kingdom, a patient may be lucky to receive a transplant within one to three years. These long wait times in and of themselves create the demand for a black market that can deliver organs at a much quicker pace. Some of these organs make their way into the most reputable hospitals in the world. As Tom glanced around, he was quite sure this was one of them.

Retransplantation is pretty rare for liver recipients. The surgeon continued.

Only ten percent of organ recipients need a new one within fifteen years. Now for most children, more than fifty percent, the most common reasons for transplant are metabolic or genetic conditions. Though Franky’s heart failure is congenital, his liver failure seems to have been triggered by....

Is this common, for someone to suffer the shutdown of two organs simultaneously? Lisa interjected.

Not common, but very possible. Franky’s seems to be caused by liver disease. The Comorbidities seem to be attributed to liver failure and these may improve following his transplant.

What are the chances he recovers fully? Tom asked.

Well Mr. Vrabel, only twenty-five percent of liver recipients from deceased donors have graft failure after ten years, most children who’ve received a liver transplant since Nineteen-eighty-nine still have their allograft.

Tom hadn’t heard a word past deceased donor Paranoia shot through his veins and rocked his heart with guilt.

Deceased Donor Tom repeated to himself.

Who is this guy really? Who does he know? What does he know? Tom’s conscience questioned.

As far as his heart, nine out of every one-thousand live births result in a child with congenital heart disease – CHD - and as you and your wife know, one-third of those children will require surgery early in their lives. Unfortunately, Tom...

It was the first time Dr. Taji had called Tom by his first name. That alone prepped Tom for the worst.

After a heart transplant, a clock begins until the patient either passes away or needs a second transplant. That clock has run out. Luckily, Franky is not deceased – yet. He will be if we don’t proceed with a second transplant.

Dr. Taji waited for Tom and Lisa to process all he had been told and collect his thoughts. After these transplants, Tom would have spent well over half-a-million dollars trying to save his son. He knew that may had been a lot of money to some, but for Tom, saving his child was his only logical means of atonement for the children he had hurt and ignored.

Cardiac transplantation is not a cure. Dr. Taji continued.

Although it is a lifesaving treatment, it creates a chronic health condition that depends on medications with adverse effects and it will limit day to day activities. Pediatric heart transplant patients are set up to be less active. They have reduced exercise capacity, lower peak oxygen consumption, higher resting heart rate and lower peak heart rates...

The rest of the conversation went in one ear and out the other. He was already planning his purchase. Franky would not have to wait long to receive the parts needed to perform his surgery if Tom had anything to do with it.

CHAPTER 3

Camille was trying hard to block out the movement taking place in her stomach. She hated any reminder that she was carrying a child. Since reading the second of two pregnancy kit tests, she had been forcing herself to suppress all of the normal, maternal urges, instincts and impulses that came with pregnancy, let alone the feelings and emotions.

For Camille, there was no time nor logical reason for deciding on a name or even what the gender of the child was. She couldn’t fascinate about eye colors, resemblances and plans for the future. Camille couldn’t afford to entertain any of the thoughts a traditional mother would because she was simply a surrogate for whatever customer Susan could find.

Camille wondered how Susan had become connected with these organized networks of predators who monitored towns for prospects; in particular, runaways, children and indigent women. How she managed to infiltrate the ranks of secret sects and societies who seemed to greet without greeting and speak without speaking. It was the first thing Camille asked when she called Susan back.

Listen, I don’t want you to think I’m second-guessing.... How’d you get involved...you know, in the life, in this world? Have you ever thought about...

Susan interrupted Camille. She knew exactly what Camille was thinking and cut her off before she could finish the thought.

Look, I have no time for indecisiveness because you’re having moral bouts withing. No, I have never again questioned who I am and what it is I do. You think what you’re doing is something Camille?

Camille didn’t interrupt. She realized the question was no question at all, only a segway.

Do you know what I’ve... When I was thirteen, I was recruited. At fourteen I made the mistake of getting pregnant. Under pressure and delusional, I sold my daughter to the same brothel I was working for, the one I manage to this day. The same brothel in which I watch six-year-old children die from sexual exhaustion or cocaine overdoses, or.... Because their anus and reproductive organs have been completely mutilated. I’ve stared into soulless, lifeless eyes and bandaged these kids, fed them scraps and vitamins and fed them amphetamines intravenously...

Susan’s voice drifted into a whisper. Anger reinvigorated it.

I once came into a child’s room after he begged me to choke him to death, he was choking himself to the point his face was bluish purple. As much as he was begging for death, life was holding on and he was unsuccessful. His sister had slit her wrists and died two days prior.

Like you, I just don’t have time to wrestle with my conscience.

Camille was silent.

You have a few weeks to make your decision. Just know, there’s no turning back once you do.

Camille sat in silence, staring at a flickering flame in the darkness. Slowly the light from the flame expanded, blurred and Camille was asleep.

Push! Push! That’s it, you’re doing so great Camille.

Staring into the lights, Camille fought through every anguish and finally her baby had been delivered. Camille rested as the Doctors performed the normal procedures and then a smiling face, and a baby being extended.

Camille wiped her tears and reached for the baby.

What’s her name? The midwife asked.

Camilla...

CHAPTER 4

What does he need?

Liver, kidney...

According to S, we have one coming within weeks.

How much?

"For the