Chapter 2 You Are Now A Prostitute
MADISON POV
I feel my body being touched.
With effort, I open my eyes, which hurt as they are struck by the white light emanating from the ceiling.
Slowly I begin to adapt to the light, and I can see where I am and who I'm with.
Shit! I'm not alone! There's a blond man beside me, staring at me with hungry eyes.
He devours me with his gaze, and that terrifies me a little, or rather, quite a lot.
My heart races, and I just want to escape.
To get out of this bed, screaming for help, but as soon as I move my muscles, I hear the clinking of chains stretching from the headboard to my wrists and from my legs to my ankles.
Damn it!
I'm trapped!
"Damn it! What's happening? Let me go now!" I yelled, scared.
Another person appears in the room:
Call Rose! Tell her that "the New Meat" has woken up!
Damn! Could I get any more screwed up?
I look at that man and I remember everything.
I remember my father, that bastard, sold me like I was not his own flesh and blood, just to pay his debt; I remember the terrifying moments I went through in that argument...!
I wanted to cry, and that's exactly what I did; I refused to be a child afraid of the boogeyman, and, to make matters worse, the boogeyman seemed to be right beside me, about to pounce.
If it weren't for the burning sensation in my wrists, I would say I was dead.
I would have been better off dead!
Please, what's happening?
Let me go, please. — I give up trying to hide my fear.
Calm down, Madi, I promise it will be quick.
Who Is Rose?
What would happen when she arrived? It couldn't be good, I'm sure!
That tripled my fear!
I look around and notice that the furniture in this light pink one-room consists only of the bed to which I am chained and a small wooden table with water and fruit.
No weapons, no hope of freedom, no phone!
"You're going to hurt yourself even more," the blond man said, watching me move the chains on my wrists.
"Stay still, Madi. It's better that way."
The calmness of that blond man is so profound that, no matter how deeply his blue eyes pierce my soul, it disturbs and frightens me.
Between sobs, I speak again.
Where am I? Please, at least answer that.
The blond man's gentle mask disappears, revealing his true nature:
Shut up! I'm losing my patience with you, girl!
After that, there was silence, agonizing silence, worse than death.
A silence mixed with the certainty that, when that door opens, something worse than the devil will enter the room.
The silence was broken when I heard a clinking of footsteps outside.
Judging by the rhythm, the person is wearing heels.
A woman! It has to be.
Could it be Rose? The door opens.
Yes, that must be Rose.
"Hello, little girl," she greets.
"You're so beautiful, at least he did something good in this life."
W.. Who are you? — I ask, already know the answer.
My whole body trembles, for some reason, something inside me screams, telling me to run from this woman.
She approaches.
"My name is Rose Pattinson but you can call me Ma'am Rose and you..." She gently runs her hand across my face.
I turn my face, and she continues, "And you are a beautiful girl, from now on you're mine."
Rose is a brunette with long hair and, judging by the few wrinkles I noticed on her face, she must be past middle age.
However, in that sexy body, there is a blouse and tight pants that go just below her waist; she would certainly make any young girl envious.
Yet, despite all her charm, her cold gaze and authoritative voice frighten me a bit.
Between sobs, I ask why I was here, and imprisoned.
"So many questions," she exclaimed, pacing the room.
"I'll summarize it for you: I have several establishments scattered around the world.
I own La Cross casinos, and in one of them, your father lost a fortune.
Something he could never repay, I was too nice to him for too long! and I sent my men to collect my money.
I know he's a poor, gullible man who doesn't even have a place to lay his head.
His payment would be his life; the old man was terrified of dying, so he gave you to me as a debit settlement.
Now you're mine, one of the girls who will fill my wallet with money. That's it!"
I... I don't understand, what does that mean?
"I mean, you're my property.
You're going to work for me, at my club, and you'll do everything I tell you, and that's it." She stepped back and took a deep breath.
"Leon, don't take too long.
Finish this quickly, I want her tonight."
Rose leaves me alone with Leon.
He slowly climbs onto the bed, releasing my legs and then my wrists.
Now, Madi, stay still.
It's going to hurt, but I'll be quick.
He pulls off my worn-out jeans and my heart starts pounding harder in my chest.
"No, please, let me go. Don't do this, please," I pleaded, scared and since he didn't seem willing to heed my desperate plea, I kicked him.
I wanted to escape, but the kick only changed his calm face back to a merciless and furious expression.
You shouldn't have done that.
I was trying to be nice, but now, bitch, you're going to regret it!
Tears stream down my face as I struggle, trying to push Leon away from my body.
When he finally manages to pull my pants down, my wrists ache from straining so hard, but I don't care.
I just want to push Leon away.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" I yell.
Leon, with a single movement, rips off my lace panties.
I scream and struggle, but it's no use.
He didn't move away, and all I can do is cry.
I plead again, while he unzips his pants, exposing his cock, but all in deaf ears.
I scream and beg him not to hurt me, tears stream down my face, and that irritates him.
Shut up!
With one hand, he covered my mouth, and with the other, he guided his cock to my pussy.
I tried to close my legs, but he immobilized me with his body.
He slid his cock into my pussy slit, moving it up and down, making it wet a little while I was struggling with him, scratching his chest, and hitting his face.
In anger, he slapped me on my cheeks, left and right, and I screamed, with tears all over my face.
Without mercy, he thrust brutally and deeply into me.
It was a single thrust that made me lose hope.
He fucking me so hard, his balls are hitting my butt.
Smiling sadistically, enjoy every bit of pain I'm going through.
This is for every injury you have given me, he said, groaning like an animal.
He didn't even care if he had just disvirgined me, he kept fucking, and fed in my pain.
After he was done fucking me, he said:
“I’m done, now you’re officially a prostitute.”
@18 years old