Chapter 1 - First Night
One of the liveliest spots in the city was the pub house. It was a venue where the lights would vibrate on and off while the most intense, insane music boomed. The crowd grew increasingly excited, unleashing their inner dancers as they moved their bodies and waved without restraint. Still, when the disc jockey replaced a piece of tranquil and seductive music, everyone started dancing more intimately. A man seized a girl’s waist, pressing her to his chest while his hands wandered off to her behind. His lips swiftly pressed against hers, lustfully kissing her. The scene became more luscious as the man started licking the neck of the girl. The man moved out onto the dance floor with his arms around the girl’s waist, kissing her further. The atmosphere and scenery were unsuitable for a twenty-year-old, naïve young lady. She gasped after witnessing the inexplicable reality of this type of job—a prostitute who gives their body for money—enough money to live on.
Kimberly Miller’s first night at the pub house was unfortunate; she wished she hadn’t come. But her clothing was shiny and tiny, exposing much of her skin, and with her unique perfume, who could resist her? She reasoned confidently, yet the beat of her heart was high-speed, as if it wanted to escape her chest. She was pretty nervous.
An older woman approached one client, who was drinking alone in the corner. “Hey! It’s great to see you back at our place again.” The man was approximately twenty-seven years old and attractive. Still, he only curled his lips and took another shot of whiskey. “Here you go, lover boy. She’s our new chick! She’s young, beautiful, and enticing. I am confident you will have a magnificent night—as wonderful as ever.” The woman, who sold her like a new item, dragged Kimberly to the man’s side. “Great,” he simply whispered and continued to fill the drink. “Enjoy the night then,” the woman responded with a broad smile. Before departing, she looked at Kimberly and uttered, “Behave!”
Kimberly wasn’t comfortable as she sat next to the man. She was terrified and speechless. She didn’t know what to do or how she would begin to entertain him. “Why isn’t he saying anything? What should I start with? What am I going to do?” She wondered. Then, unexpectedly, the man asked, “How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-four,” she replied with a lowered face. “He should have asked me for my name first,” she pondered. “Really?” He scoffed, implying he didn’t believe it. “Yes, I am twenty-four years old. You can ask the woman behind the counter,” she persisted, confident enough to persuade him. But the man only said, “Alright,” then went silent.
After a few drinks, the man stood and stumbled to drink the last shot of whiskey, obviously intoxicated. Kimberly only stood next to him but the man crossed his arm around her neck without hesitation before she could grasp him to aid. She felt uncomfortable but remembered the previous scene. She then presumed it was her job. So, she maintained her composure, fighting the nervousness that gripped her. They walked up to the counter and paid for everything he drank and the night he planned to spend with her. The older woman smiled widely, almost to her ears, as it appeared he was an exceptional customer because he always paid well.
“Where are we going?” Kimberly stuttered nervously. “That is the most stupid question I have ever heard!” The man angrily roared as he sat in the car’s driver’s seat. “Get in the car! You bitch!” He yelled through the window.
“I’m sorry, sir, but there was a mistake here. I’m only—” she was stuttering and shaking, attempting to escape the situation after witnessing the man’s unpleasant behavior. “Would you like me to take you inside and do it right here? Or are you coming in here on your own accord?”
Previously, this man drank quietly, but now he terribly looked like a madman. “Is this how drinking makes him feel?” she thought.
“I just want—” Kimberly lacked the strength to open the door and was still struggling to get away from the man. “Enough!” Yet the man became enraged. He yanked open the door and drew her inside. “Don’t waste my time!” He warned and drove the car so swiftly into the street that it seemed like they were in a car race.
Kimberly could not speak or ask questions, but one thing was sure: she was terrified. She was afraid of being with this man, especially now that he was upset. And riding in his car was the worst experience she ever had. Her head hurt, and she felt like she would vomit at any moment.
It had been a long, strange, and terrifying journey. Until the man parked the car in one of the tallest hotels Kimberly had ever seen, which looked expensive. It astounded her because it was a five-star hotel that was both elegant and pricey. But before she got too excited, the reality hit her back as she caught a glimpse of the strange man chatting with security.
Kimberly realized she must quickly escape, because the man was undoubtedly insane. She figured out that escaping while he was busy was the safest option and cast her eye around, looking for an excellent place to run and hide. Unfortunately, a firm hand gripped her wrist just as she stepped out of her shoes.
“Ah... ah... trying to run away from me?” he gave a warning shake of his head. “Excuse me, sir. Allow me to leave, please,” she sobbed. “Are you insane? I’ve already spent a thousand dollars on you!” He showed a threatening smirk. “Stop acting innocent. It does not suit you, bitch!”
As they entered the hotel, he continued to pull her and wrap his arm around her neck. Everyone in the hotel greeted them warmly, and the receptionist was quite accommodating. “Well, they should be because everything is so expensive. But it doesn’t matter how much money he will spend,” Kimberly thought while she was as cold as ice, with sweaty hands. Obviously, scared about how this man would treat her once they were inside the room. “Thank you, Sir.” She could hear the receptionist as he grabbed the key and dragged her to the lift.
They reached room 3460 on the sixth level, and the beat of her heart was unbelievably fast once more. It was so rapid that it made her body shiver tensely. “If I could turn back the hands of time,” she uttered, terrified. If only she could have returned the time a few hours ago, she would not have taken her friend’s advice on accepting the job. Perhaps, this may not be happening right now since she had nothing to gain but danger.
“Hey! You insane bitch! Come on in!” The man gave the order.
The horror started when Kimberly and a madman entered one of the most beautiful, clean, and well-designed rooms. Nobody would ever suspect she was a prostitute, selling herself to the crazy man for money. He sat on the bed with his legs crossed, glaring at her from foot to head as though inhumanly scrutinizing her. The look that terrified her the most. “Are you going to stand there all night?” He asked arrogantly.
“I can’t move because I’m freezing. How could he not have noticed it?” Kimberly thought once more.
“Take off your clothes now before I force myself to do it!” He warned her, but she was unmovable, making him impatient. “You’re irritating me! Do it!” He yelled, startling her that she had no choice but to follow.
Kimberly slowly undressed her blouse and unzipped her skirt, pushing it down to her feet. Until the only thing left was her underwear, and she paused. The man before her, who prettily sat on the bed as though viewing a live-action sensual movie, was unsatisfied. “What?” He scoffed like a demon. “Go on, get naked!” He spoke with such authority.
Kimberly was ashamed of herself for complying with all he demanded. But she must obey. She was here, and there was no turning back now. It was a matter of life and death for money. She persistently undid her brassiere, ultimately exposing her femininity by lowering the remaining material. She felt humiliated, exposing her body to the man she first met, not knowing who he was, and swore she’d never want to see him after this. Never, ever again.
As Kimberly painfully thought while staring blankly at the floor, the man suddenly sprang up, interrupting her. Then he gazed at her angrily. He pulled money from his pocket and walked ahead of her, much to her surprise. The man tossed all the money on the naked body of her. “You are a disgrace to this country! Women like you, who have no ambitions, no future, and no hope, are worthless! You and your kind are our society’s greatest mistake!’ He spoke harshly, demeaning her. But Kimberly tried her hardest to ignore every humiliating, vulgar word he enunciated.
“Why would I cry and defend myself? Maybe he’s right. After all, it was only this night, and it’s over.” she well-thought-out. Instead of sobbing or resisting him, she leaned closer and reached for his shirt buttons, about to remove them. But before she could touch him, he grabbed her wrist and pushed her backward. “Dance,” he snarled coldly. “What?” she asked blankly.
“Are you deaf? I said dance! Now go!” He yelled as he shoved her away. He then went back to his previous posture on the bed.
The man confused Kimberly, but she still moved her body as he commanded, attempting to dance seductively but feeling disgusted. Then her eyes had returned to the floor. She despised the man and was scared of him at the same time. She carefully looked at his face, and to her surprise, he was not watching. The man was only scratching the middle of his forehead between his brows, which bothered her, and stopped. “Mr., are you okay?” she asked softly. However, as the man raised his head, he gave her another insane, frightening look, so she moved her body and danced.
“You’re disgusting! Get the hell out of here!” He roared while reclining his body on the bed. “What exactly do you mean?” she stammered, but the man didn’t respond and closed his eyes.
The sudden change in this man’s behavior troubled her, but the opportunity to get away from him was more important. Kimberly swiftly wore her clothing. She was on her way to the door, though the second thought of asking about his condition drew her closer to the bed. She gathered some air to breathe first before speaking. “Mr., are you sure you’re, okay?” She asked again but received no response, so she exited the room and went to the lift.
“Excuse me, sir, but where can I get a ride to the subway?” She approached the security personnel with whom the man had been talking earlier. “Subway? But it’s already late, Madam. You’d have to travel an hour to get there, and there’s no vehicle available here,” he nicely replied.
“What about taxis? Could I please get a cab?”
“I’m sorry, Madam, but a taxi isn’t available. The shuttle will be ready at five o’clock tomorrow morning. They can take you outside the villa to catch a ride to the terminal. But if it’s that necessary, why don’t you ask Mr. Conner for a ride?” The security personnel suggested, but she only let out a sigh.
“I’m sorry, Miss,” he apologized. “It’s fine, thank you,” Kimberly gave a smile and retreated to the room.
“Freaking madman, he drove me this far and then yelled at me to leave. He’s a jerk. I don’t want to see him again. What should I do?” Kimberly kept on muttering things while walking. She took a deep breath before returning to the room, but the man was nowhere to be found. “Where is he?” she wondered.
On her path back to the door, some noise from the bathroom interrupted her. The arrogant madman was vomiting hard on the toilet. What an awful sight to witness him that way. A man who once commanded with authority was now miserable and unable to lift himself.
“Hey, Mr., be careful,” she remarked as she hastened to assist him in standing and returning to bed. He was so weighty that her tiny arms ached. She took some face towels, soaked them in water, and then wiped his face.
“What are you doing?” In pain, the man sought to stop her. “I think you’re going to need this to feel better,” she responded. “Did I ask you to do it?” Despite his condition, he remained snobbish. “No, but it will be helpful to you,” she insisted softly, but he took the towel from her hand and wiped his face.
“Why are you still here? I told you to leave.”
“I would have liked to, but I’m not familiar with this place, and security said—”
“Enough!” The man cried out at her and lay on the bed, holding his head in pain.
“Would you like some coffee? It would be helpful to you—”
“I said enough! I’ve had enough of you. I don’t want to hear what you’re saying!” He yelled angrily. “Perhaps I’’s because of that disgusting, stupid show you put on in front of me, which gives me such a headache. I’m telling you; it wasn’t pleasurable! Never, ever do it again!” He chastised her, but she remained quiet.
Then, there was a long silence. Kimberly was uncomfortable with the man. She wanted to say something, but feared he would change his mood or become evil again. “Why is this man so moody? He was silent at first, then became furious. Is he suffering from an attitude problem? He is not old and has a good appearance. How come he treats me so ungratefully?” she had a lot of thoughts in her mind once more. And then shifted slightly, realizing that the night would drag on without conversation. But surprisingly, the man spoke with his eyes closed. He was only pretending to sleep. “What’s your name again?” he inquired.
“It’s Anne,” she mumbled. “What, Anne? Animals?” He jumped to his feet, angered at her. “Again?” she thought horrified. “Excuse me,” she hardly spoke. “Is it connected to the name I gave, which caused this man to become enraged once more? I should have come up with different names,” she assumed.
“Why? Are you still shocked that someone called you an animal? Who do you think you are?” He glared and then grabbed her arm. “Oh, you have sex with a different man every night! A pitiful, filthy scumbag! A slut!” He forced her onto the bed and violently stripped off her clothes.
Kimberly struggled back, pushing him away from her. “Please Mr.!” She screamed and dashed through the door, but the man seized her and forced her against the wall. “What now? Are you trying to escape from me?” His face was the scariest it had ever been as he mocked demonically.
“Please. Please, Mr.” She was still shaking, afraid like before.
“Please? What please? Tell me!” he snapped, tightening his grip on her hair. “What are you saying, bitch? Are you asking me not to hurt you?” He then roared.
Kimberly was terrified as she tried to shove him, but the man was ruthless. He threw her stiff body back to the bed, and tears streamed down her face. She realized that this man appeared to be serious now. “Please, Mr., you’ve already let me go; please. Don’t do this,” she begged, her eyes welling up with tears.
The man stopped and smiled like the devil once more. “That was a while ago, but now it’s different!” He jumped onto the bed, smirking like a lunatic. But Kimberly swayed away and swiftly stood on the opposite side before running. “Please don’t do this. Let me go,” Kimberly sobbed, stuttering.
“What do you think of me? Fool!” He shouted, seizing her again and slamming her back onto the bed. It was powerful enough to knock her down and to writhe in pain.
At that moment, the man moved on top of her, removing all his clothes. “Quit fighting! I swear you’ll enjoy this!” He exclaimed, wearing a sinister grin and a lustful gaze. He then began kissing her hungrily and forcefully while eagerly undressing her. She tried to stop him, but he clutched her arms and seized them over her head. He positioned himself on top of her, preparing to force his way inside her. She cried and begged, but the man continued to kiss every part of her body, even leaving hickeys and bruises.
Kimberly’s body was in excruciating pain. Her tears streamed down her face rapidly. She could no longer control it because it hurt her seriously as the man continued to rock himself violently. Her body had become paralyzed since she couldn’t remember how many times he came while catching his breath and fully satisfied. The man had never been considerate of his actions. He had indeed a good time. He eventually came, exhausted, and lay beside her. “That was fantastic,” he spoke into her ear. Kimberly did not answer; instead, she pulled the blanket over her body and turned back toward him.
“Let’s do this again,” he grumbled hoarsely. She remained silent because she was still in pain, and it saddened her even more to realize she resembled a broken glass. “Yes, I am disgusting,” she sobbed.
Kimberly bit her lips hard to prevent the tears from growing in her eyes as she understood the truth. But the more she restrained it, the more it consumed her. Her eyes become blurry as an effect of her uncontrollable crying. She softly cried and sniffed as she closed her eyes and covered her mouth.
The man looked behind her, observed her shoulder shaking, and heard her quiet sniff. “Who cares if she’s crying? I paid her,” he pondered.
“Hey!” He began. “When you leave, take that money on the floor. I believe it is worthwhile.” He maintained his casual behavior, refusing to be swayed by her actions. He closed his eyes and fell asleep when he heard nothing.
Kimberly stood, tears flowing down her cheeks, staring at the man who had gotten her first in a violent, horrible way. She intended to curse him, push him away, and possibly kill him, but why? It was her job as a prostitute. She desperately needed the money. Why would she be angry at someone who would give it to her? Then she realized that life was unfair. In contrast to this arrogant, heartless man who wasted money on pointless, fanciful things, she, who needed it the most, was in misery to get it.
“Why isn’t it fair?” She asked and sobbed.
Kimberly took a fast shower at five o’clock in the morning since she had not slept all night. Everything that had happened was still fresh in her mind, and she couldn’t help but cry. And as the man instructed, she left the room and picked up all the money spread on the floor. She took the first shuttle ride to the bus station.
