Chapter 13 Almost Beaten To Death
MADISON POV
After that day at Dimitri's office, I didn't see him again.
He literally disappeared.
He didn't call to order any prostitutes, much less show up at the club.
Every time I went into a room or did a show, I eagerly waited for him.
Ma'am Rose blamed Denise for not doing her job right.
In her words, even though I had satisfied him, the merchandise that should have pleased him was Denise, and that's not what happened.
In Ma'am Rose's mind, Dimitri didn't like it and probably went looking for better merchandise at another club.
I hated it when he referred to us as merchandise.
Every time she said that word, I wanted to slap her, but at that moment I really felt like one.
Dimitri used me like all the others.
Of course, with him it was different; I felt pleasure, I felt powerful.
Even so, for him, I was acceptable, and I was discarded.
Weeks passed, and my need for Dimitri's body only increased.
No client satisfied me, none made me feel pleasure like Dimitri did.
My routine returned to normal: sex out of obligation with all kinds of men.
I tried not to think about him, about his body next to mine driving me crazy with lust, but it was as if he were there all the time.
I got to the point of masturbating in the bathroom, listening to his hoarse voice in my ear asking me to cum.
It was becoming an addiction., I needed him at least one last time.
"Madi, you still have one more client tonight. He paid a lot for everything, the complete package," Ma'am Rose said, pulling me from my thoughts.
My heart races, could it be him?
"Who is Ma'am Rose talking about? Is Dimitri in the room?" I ask.
"No, forget about that man, he was just another one who wanted to satisfy himself and sought out a prostitute for that, after he got tired of you he left, simple as that, now go and do your job," she said, throwing reality in my face.
I take a deep breath, reapply my lipstick, and head towards the bedroom, repeating to myself, "It's just one more, you can do this," forcing a smile and entering the room.
The man who was waiting for me is mature, probably around 38 or 39 years old.
He's handsome, but his beauty doesn't enchant me at all; in fact, there was someone else on my mind.
He was wearing formal attire, probably having come straight from work.
"Good evening, darling, what's your name?" I try to use a sensual voice, but it sounds forced, though he doesn't seem to notice.
"Enzo, and you're the famous Madison," he replied, biting his lip.
Yes, it's me.
Rose told me you are a complete package, is that right?
Yes, I want everything that comes from you.
Without delay, he approaches, grabs my hair, pulls me forcefully, puts me on all fours, spreads my legs, and tears my panties; it would be exciting if it were in his place.
"I like something different, my love, I hope you like it too"—His voice was deeper than before.
I'm sure I won't like it.
He turns me around to face him, throws me onto the bed, and after climbing on top of me, slaps me hard across the face.
Ahhhh — I scream from the impact, feeling my face burn.
What the hell is this?
What are you doing, you crazy guy?
Giving you pleasure, gorgeous.
His view of pleasure and mine are completely different.
I knew this wasn't going to end well and I needed to finish it quickly before I got hurt even more.
When I tried to get up, Enzo grabbed my hair again, pulling it even harder.
He pulled out his cock and thrust it into me with force.
The violence with which he entered made me scream in pain.
I wasn't wet, so the pain and burning sensation were immediate.
I had never experienced this before, even knowing that violence like this is common in prostitution, but I never imagined I would be going through it.
I tried to break free from him, trying to push him away, but it was no use.
He hit my face three more times, and tears began to roll from my eyes.
I don't want this anymore, I pleaded.
Please stop, it's hurting, please.
Enzo seems to get even more excited by my screams; he squeezes my breasts and bites them so hard that one of my nipples bleeds.
I scream for help because I can't take this torture anymore.
Help, please someone help me.
"Shut up, bitch, I paid to fuck you, don't you like it?" — And he punched me in the face, making my nose bleed too.
My nose hurts, it hurts so much, he doesn't care and continues fucking me as if it were really pleasurable, but luckily the door opens and 3 security guards came, pulling him off me, right after Ma'am Rose and Laura come to help me.
My body was in so much pain that I couldn't move properly; I was injured and needed hospital care.
Laura called an ambulance even though Ma'am Rose was reluctant, saying it would draw too much attention, but my friend didn't care; when the paramedics arrived, I was taken to the hospital.
Inside the ambulance, Laura held my hand, saying the whole time that I would be okay, and when we arrived at the hospital, they injected me with something, making my eyes heavy, and I fell asleep.
I wake up with Laura watching me, I smile at her, and my friend approaches with a worried expression.
Are you okay, Madi?
My face is sore, but I feel much better.
"That coward, he should pay dearly for what he did to you. He could have died in there—" She said with a tearful voice.
"I stayed here the whole time watching over you."
"Thank you, friend, but you can go rest, I'm fine. You saved me, you're my hero!"
Laura smiled.
"Do you know when I can leave here? I hate hospitals."
You will be discharged this afternoon.
That's great, but what happened to Enzo?
That son of a bitch bribed Ma'am Rose and she didn't call the police, using the excuse that he might turn her in.
I was expecting that kind of behavior; she only cares about herself but thank God you guys arrived; I thought I was going to get beaten and fuck until I couldn't take it anymore.
We heard your screams from the dressing room and ran out; I don't even want to think what would have happened if we hadn't heard you.
"I don't even want to think about it either"
"But now you need to rest, watch TV since there's nothing else to do here."
I nod in agreement.
Laura kisses me on the forehead, promising to come back for me, then leaves the room.
I decide to follow her advice and turn on the television to a celebrity program, but the news that appears leaves me speechless.
Dimitri Thompson, one of the most eligible bachelors among men, announced his engagement to Fraya Douglas after they were seen together at a restaurant.
With the heiress showing off a huge diamond on her finger, showing everyone she got our hot businessman, much to the girls' dismay— announces reporter Gray.