Premature Cybersex Seduction
“I called him last night but he wouldn’t answer.”
“It all happened because of Diya. Total b****.”
“I don’t know where I went wrong Aakanshaa. I loved
him so much. Am I not beautiful enough? Have I ever acted grouchy with him?”
“No babe, it’s not your fault. It’s his loss that he
chose Diya over you. You deserve much better. Let bygones be bygones.”
“Medha, dinner’s ready.” A voice is heard from
upstairs. Medha hangs up and walks up to the kitchen. That night, after dinner, she limps back to her
room, crawls up to her bed and rolls into a ball underneath the blanket,
sobbing silently feeling wrecked.
The 14 year old girl, who was “in love” with one of
her classmates had just had a breach in her relationship and she thought her
life lost its meaning.
A day passed. Two, five, seven, ten and so on. One
fine afternoon, as she was pointlessly scrolling up and down her seemingly
favorite site to keep her head off the ongoing, with as less an interest as a
sleepy child kept up to complete her school assignment, a note popped up-
Arvind wants to connect with you. He’s a cute looking boy she thought and
tersely confirmed his connection request.
It’d almost been two weeks since her breakup. They
say time heals everything and she was gradually getting out of her seclusion. A
caterpillar had just metamorphosed and advanced to a new phase of its life.
“Hey there.”
(The first message laid ignored but a second came up
soon after.)
“Hi, Can I talk to you for a moment? It’s
important.”
“Yeah, hi”
“Thank god, you replied.”
“What is that important thing?”
……………………………………………………..
That evening, the conversation stopped there without
her knowing what the important thing was. Three days later, Arvind texted her
again and they started an amicable conversation. Arvind seemed to be an
interesting person to talk to. Perhaps, all that Medha needed was someone or
something to lift her up from the unpleasant set of circumstances that had
happened to her. Perhaps there’s this innocent rage of vengeance in the early
teens against anyone that hurt them and that they could replace them with the
other just as good if not better. Medha was no different. She shared the same
crib.
Meeting someone new, getting to know them and
discovering that your preferences match and that person is the kind of someone
that you wouldn’t mind expressing yourself to is always amusing, more so in the
beginning. Days passed. With the break of every dawn, a pristine hope of
talking to that unseen friend started creeping in.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yes. I had a lovely dream.”
“Really? What about?”
“YOU”
A juvenile excitement of knowing about each other’s
day took birth to every sun down. Talking to each other on the web was
exhilarating their lives. The baited-breath wait to talk to each other online
became a routine they wouldn’t afford to miss a single day and that’s how the
attachment started growing stronger. Texting soon changed to sexting and all
those quirky feels in her belly that she used to feel while with her ex started
tickling her all over again. The texts that Arvind sent her, warmed the cockles
of her heart and the sexts that he projected towards her wormed all the way to
her womb. She enjoyed all of it to bits already developing a ripsnorting will
to do anything and everything that he wanted/ convinced her to do. Days were
sober but nights lured their internet intimacy under its cloak of darkness and
simultaneously gave way to the inevitable, yet most feared.
One rainy evening, Arvind asked her to send nudes.
Medha, a little taken aback, refused at first but when he fooled her for the
need of a little oomph in their relationship, she assented. They say the human
heart is always discontent. With the increase in demands of more nudes, Medha
collected more confidence, perhaps a feel of assurance with him that he had got
attached to her and wouldn’t leave her side unlike her ex. All this through, she
hadn’t once seen him except on pictures, nor had he seen her, yet the intimacy.
Many suns rose and many set. Then one growly night, he said-“Strip in front of
me.” The excitement of seeing Arvind over the internet outweighed the requisite
of having to flash herself in the webcam. Besides, he had already controlled
her mind onto thinking only good of him and turning a blind eye to the red
flags .She had already given all of herself to him.
She flashed the top of her underpants and the lock
of hair underneath it. He demanded more and she unhooked her bra, pulled down
its straps and stood there, unclad, as naked as the day she was born, with her
eyes beweighing timidness and trust in equal shares. As promised, it was
Arvind’s turn to show himself up in the webcam and Medha was all excited to see
the ‘love’ of her life for the first time. A cute charming face, twinkling
eyes, chiseled nose, and an affectionate smile as she had expected him to be
about and the faith she had upon the explanation of himself got lashed down
when she saw a man in his mid-thirties with creases near the corner of his
eyes, bald spots on his head, dense bearded fraudulent face topping all of
these with the stares from those intimidatingly hurtful eyes fixed on her
unclothed body like those of a drooling rabid animal. She couldn’t utter a word.
She felt a weapon clamp her throat. She couldn’t clothe herself back nor could gather
the senses to turn the webcam off. She couldn’t feel the ground beneath her
feet or the air roaring around her. She froze, and stood still in the
realization that she had been fooled and used. Everything went pitch dark. She
got blind amidst the flashing memories of her internet intimacy with Arvind and
the air brought deafening silence- silent enough to hurt her ears.
Social sites have become a major hub for cyber
molestation these days. Logging online in search of cyber-date, cyber-love and
cybersex has been shooting up exponentially with the invasion of human brain by
technology. Still and all, people fail to realize that the fancy they take to
cyber pleasures can eventually mold to cyberbully and cyber assault that they
might have to grapple with for the rest of their lives. What’s more, “victim
blaming” remains inherent. A naïve 14 year old girl becomes friends with some
random 30 year old man, unknown about his age, believing over the feigned
information in his account that says he is 16. She gets conned every bit by her
new friend and gets smitten by him with bells on. When their closeness soars
unfurling comfort, neither the man gets second thoughts on asking her to show
her flesh over the webcam, nor the juvenile feels inept to comply. And that is
not terrible per se. What is, is that the whole story is nothing but fabricated
with deceit, ruinous enough to cost not only her psychology but her entire
life. Moreover, do you know what’s even dreadful? Still in some societies,
victims especially females, of sexual assault are often blamed BY OTHERS after
being raped or molested, over their thigh exposing skirts or cleavage revealing
dresses. Here, in the case of cybersex seduction and assault, the victim
considers likely to blame HERSELF for her supposed role in “bringing on” the
assault to herself. When it’s the devil in your head aiming to hurt you, you
need no evil outside to lace into you.
It’s horrifying how a young girl gets trapped into
the den of some paedophilic internet abuser and tricked over to flash herself
in her birthday suit for his titillation. It’s hurtful to know how girls as
young as 14, who don’t even know what having an actual love affair with someone
is like, are taken advantage of by some repugnant paedophilics by luring them
in with a fake account. In some parts of the earth, young girls, especially
those who come from poor background, are pushed into the nexus of cybersex
where they are forced to perform sex acts for the arousal of customers around
the globe who pay big bucks for it and watch from home online. Child rights
advocates are lobbying to stop the worst possible form of child abuse while
innocent children continue to get swamped with predators from all around the
world. The UN and FBI suspect that there are up to 750,000 people on earth
online at any one time hunting for children to exploit. There also are many
reports of little boys exhibited naked over the internet, in some cases by
their parents or mostly by pimps.
What forms the fertile soil for the growth of all
this? For a myriad of reasons, girls especially at their early teens are being
prey to premature cyber-sex seduction and a lot many instances have been seen where
it is done nothing about but overlooked. Many parents are unaware of what even
goes on in the online world. People need to understand that it is not only at
homes, schools, public vehicles, work places or roads where girls are molested
or sexually assaulted. It could also be where young girls/boys these days spend most
of their leisure time at- the internet. And it’s every parent’s duty to raise
their children in an environment where they are taught about optimum
utilization of internet. Adolescents need to be counselled about being careful
who to be friends with. One minute those sociopathic predators act like a
lovesick pup love-bombing you and the next, like a rabid jackal biting on that
baited hook and you won’t even realize that you’ve been manipulated through and
through. These forms of cybersex molestation will keep being resistant to its
remedial actions until and unless a tough and detailed policy is had on
cyberbullying and cybersex assault. I am not certain if any such policy exists
in our country. Online sexual predators need to be exposed, not just blocked or
deleted and the victims should speak up. No one should have the audacity to say
to let go and leave it behind. It’s not about vengeance. It’s about justice. With
the right and the earliest steps, many young lives can be saved from predators who
look for easy target to satisfy their perversions, barely bothered about the
lives they are wrecking.
