The next day, I woke up in a different room. I woke up in a room full of girls. First, I hate to admit that I had cried that night. It was the first time I’ve cried since being here, and I vow to myself to never do it again while I’m here. It made me feel weak and pathetic.
This morning when I woke up, all of the girls were looking at me. Some were sad. Some had tears in their eyes. Somehow, that reassured me because I knew that I wasn’t the only one who thinks that what we’re doing is wrong. In this new room, I was trained to dress up, put on make-up and dance. People described prostitution as being something glamorous and elegant, like that film Pretty Woman, but from what I’ve heard from the girls, it doesn’t come close to it. I was told that a prostitute might sleep with at least four strangers a day. I was also told that a man could walk in the room we’re held in at any time. They could come during the day, the evening and even the night.
One girl said to me that every day, men would come to her room, sometimes five men, sometimes ten. She told me the only escape she found was in her mind. Days, weeks, months passed, it never stopped. Another girl shares that some of her previous clients were violent. She had been shot twice and stabbed five times. What baffled me was that she didn’t know why the men attacked her. She had an inclination that perhaps society made it comfortable for them to do it. Not once did she go to the cops because she didn’t think she would’ve been taken seriously, but she counts herself pretty lucky. You see, when her and her best friend were working on the streets, her best friend was brutally murdered by one of the clients. Never again did she work on the streets. She mentioned that working under Li Wei saved her life. Personally, I think she’s gone crazy.
All through the afternoon, I had done nothing. Throughout the day, all I’ve done is stare into nothingness. My first day as a prostitute has been boring and uneventful, but how exactly did I expect being a prostitute would be? Every second of every hour was mostly spent thinking about my mother and wondering how she’s doing. That’s a lie, I know exactly what she’s doing. She’s definitely freaking out right now. I am too, but I’d rather not show it. Not in front of the girls. I’m a tough girl and I know I can get myself out of this if I just patiently wait. The right moment will come and when it does, I’m going to fuck this place up and the people inside it. One thing you should know about me is to never underestimate me. I know it looks like that I’m getting accustomed to this new life that’s been given to me, but I’m always planning something. Always.
I finish applying my mascara and look at one of the girls who’s leaning her curvaceous hip against the door.
She smiles. “You’ve got your first customer.”
I fake a smile back. “I have?”
“Yes, and I just want to say, lucky you.”
I put my hand on my chest and gasp. “Why? Who is it?”
She winks. “You’ll see, babe.”.
Immediately after, change out of my blue silk robe and get dressed. I dress in a floral design black lace seductive halter-neck bodysuit with a very low neckline. The second I put it on and look at myself in the mirror, I already feel uncomfortable. How the fuck am I supposed to sell my body when I’m looking like this? I’ve never worn lingerie before and said to myself that I never would because it’s not me and simply because I don’t want to. Well, I said that before I was kidnapped. Now, I guess I had to dress in things I didn’t want to wear.
I leave the room and the girls behind and follow another guard through the worn-down house. How long are we staying here for because it looks like it’s going to collapse at any minute? The guard takes me aback a little because I was expecting to see the young guard with the jagged nose. Maybe it’s his day off or something?
Without a word, a guard leads up the stairs and to a room that’s at the end of the hallway. He stops in front of a cracked door, and motions with his head for me to enter. I nod my head in understanding and reach for the door handle. As soon as I touch it, I take a deep breath, exhale and enter the room.
The moment I close the door behind me, I gasp in surprise when strong arms push me on the mattress and flip me onto my back. Hard, muscular thighs hold me tight on each side of my ribcage. I stifle a growl when I see Yuta leaning over me, his firm grip on my wrists which he holds above my head.
The image of his face nestled between my thighs invade my mind, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
“Get off me.” I grit my teeth.
He grins maliciously. “Have you forgotten already where you stand, whore?”
“How can I when you’re always reminding me?” I spit.
My chest rises in quick pants, causing me to brush my breasts against Yuta’s hard chest.
“You’re a whore. My whore.” He growls.
I was nobody’s object. Period.
“I’d rather die than become your personal whore.” I say hoarsely. “Let me leave this place or I’ll kill you and everyone here. Including your brothers.”
Yuta scoffs. “I would love to see you try, slut.”
“What do you want from me!? I don’t have anything you want.” I gather all the strength I have and struggle to throw him off me, but no matter how hard I try, he doesn’t move.
“Wrong. You do have something I want.” He runs his fingers up my arm and to my shoulder. He grabs a hold of my delicate throat in his large palm and squeezes, but not enough to choke me. “You’re my property now, whore and I can do what the fuck I want with what’s mine.”
I open my mouth to protest when unexpectedly his lips comes crashing down over mine. His full lips were soft, but his kiss was far from it. He sucks my lower lip into his mouth and licks the seam of my lips with his tongue. There’s no doubt that Yuta’s hard and scary as hell, so why is he kissing me like this? His kiss tells me that the owns me, which I hate. Nobody has the right to owning another person. It makes me angry to think that people can say idiotic things like that. I mean, we’re human beings, not fucking items to be bought. I push at his solid chest and open my mouth to protest, but the second I do, his tongue touches mine, and he groans. The contact produces a spark that radiates through my entire body, pooling between my legs. Yuta uses his knee to spread my legs apart then settles between them. He does this without taking his lips from mine as he rocks his erection against my core. My body hums at the friction, and I moan into his mouth. His hands fly to the back of my neck, pressing me up against him. With a deep, throaty growl, Yuta suddenly ends the kiss. I push him off me, gasping for breath when his arm pull me to my feet before I even have a chance to say anything. His arm pins me to his body as his other hand wraps around, slides underneath the bodysuit and squeezes my ass. Roughly. He squeezes so rough that I whimper. Yuta runs his fingers down the crack of my ass and fingers the channel of my sex, that’s covered in lace. His finger runs back and forth over the spot, a grin stretching across his face at the dampness there.
“Is this for me, whore?” Yuta’s hand tightens around my waist at the words, his eyes hold mine with a fierce look as he listens to me speak.
“I wish it were Chen fucking me right now, not you.” I seethe as I slap him.
With a ferocious growl, Yuta pushes me back against the wall and spreads my legs with his knees. He reaches down with both hands and rips the lacy fabric with one strong jerk. Then his body is against me, his chest hard to mine, his bare cock rough and teasing at my entrance. When he pushes inside, he groans. He shoves upwards, his hard thighs pinning me to the wall. He thrusts again, his thighs relaxing, then flexing. Every thrust pushes me back against the wall, his hands wrap around my breasts, squeezing them into his palms.
“I want to straddle Chen’s cock and ride him." I whimper. "I want his rough hands on my skin, his cock taking my body. I wish he was inside me right now.”
“Fuck, Maggie." His voice was raw and primal as he pushes me against the wall, losing all control as he slams against me, faster and faster until my body begins to shake. His thrusts become more urgent and dominant. His breath becomes ragged as his hands find my face and bring my mouth to his.
“You like that?” He asks hoarsely as he pumps into me. He releases my mouth and turns me around, pushing me forward as he yanks my legs back. He puts one hand hard on my back and uses the other to grip my ass. He doesn’t slow his movements, he’s giving me full, hard thrusts.
“I'm the only one that gets to fuck you, do you understand?” His words were terse and thick. I don’t answer him, my orgasm too close.
Every muscle in my body tightens in anticipation of it. My core throbs and contracts around him, his eyes closing briefly at the sensation.
Yuta pulls out abruptly, leaving me gasping and my chest to ache as I turn to him.
“Suck me.” He growls as he shoves me by the shoulders downwards. Lowering myself to my knees, I slide his silky cock in my mouth and as I do every inch of me screamed to bite it. My teeth ache to sever his cock and taste his blood. He fists his hand in my hair while grunting low in his chest. He pushes into me, forcing himself deeper inside of me. I gagged as spit ran from my lips. I struggle to try and maintain a rhythm, but he doesn’t stop using me. I stroke, lick, suck and swirl until everything aches. Yuta’s stomach tenses as his balls tighten. The musky smell of him shoots up my nostrils as his hands dig harder into my hair. Yuta’s groans were low as I cup his balls and squeeze. I taste the first spurt of cum on my tongue as Yuta cries out. His body tightens as his erection shoots past my gag reflex and empties himself inside me. I feel sick to my stomach when I have no choice but to swallow every last drop.
I shove myself away from him, stand up, reach for my torn lacy bodysuit and cover myself with it.
“Well, I’ve got to say that wasn’t the best blow-job I’ve ever had, but I’m sure we can improve on that by having more appointments.”
“Fuck you, pig.” I spit.
“You just did, and from the sound of it, you seemed to have enjoyed yourself very much.”
I glare at him. “Just be grateful that you’ve still got a cock.”
He points at me and spits. “Be grateful that you’re still fucking alive.”
“What!? You think I wanted to become a whore!?”
Yuta exhales loudly. "You didn't have a choice."
“This isn’t me. This isn’t who I am. I refuse to be a pushover, and I refuse to obey anything you say because the truth is, I couldn’t give a fuck who you are.”
Yuta rolls his eyes. “Get to the point.”
I continue. “The point is, is that I wish I’d chosen to die instead of letting you and your brother fuck me just for a fucking test. I don’t want to live my life with people telling me what to fucking do. I won’t.”
I walk up to him and stick out my chin. “I’d rather die than serve you again.”
After all of that, he just purses his lips. “Sorry to hear that, darling and I’m sorry to say this, but you won’t be dying anytime soon.”
He remains silent.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Somebody wants to meet you.”
He just smiles.
“Who is it?”
Again, he just smiles.
I roll my eyes and turn for the door, when a hand smothers my face, pressing a rag reeking with something unfamiliar against my nose and mouth. I try not to inhale and fight to get free, but the fumes are too strong and enter my bloodstream.
It’s not long until unconsciousness overtakes me.