Save Me

CHAPTER 2: REQUEST

A/N: Just wanted to let y'all know that much of this story will be in 1st person (characters pov) but there will also be some parts in 3rd person (narrator).

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Jamie's POV

I only had one client today, after the first group there were many more clients that arrived throughout the day, but I was only chosen by one. I'm not complaining though I'd rather have a slow day and my beating than have someone else touch me. After the last customer today, Michael, sent one of his lackeys to punish me for not having more customers and bringing him more money.

This has become a usual thing for me. Since I'm not at an age that attracts clients anymore, I am being chosen less and less, but because I look younger than my age, there still are clients that choose me. However even though I look younger than my age, once a client hears that I am in fact twenty-seven they lose interest in me and move on to someone younger.

Typically, a good day is having four clients a day. So, when I have only one or two clients, Michael comes to my cell and punishes me, or he sends one of his rogues. Usually, I get a beating, but when Michael is really angry, he'll do what he wants with my body, or he'll let his rogues use me however they want.

Thankfully today was just a beating.

I'm sitting on the ground in my cell, leaning up against the wall, catching my breath, and breathing through the pain. I have bruises already forming all over my body, a black eye, and blood dripping out the corner of my mouth. I must get up and go to the showers but take a second to rest before moving.

I turn to the side and slowly get up from the floor while using the wall I was just leaning on as support. My body hurts, even the slightest movement has me writhing in pain, but I push myself to stand. Once I'm standing, I once again lean against the wall taking a moment to breathe.

With my shaking legs, I limp towards the door.

I limp out of my cell and close the door. Using the markers on the wall as a guide and support, I slowly limp to the showers, eventually being able to somewhat walk normally. It felt like a never-ending walk that I just wanted to end, but after walking for what felt like an eternity, I came across the marker that read bathroom.

I walk in and go into one of the open showers, careful not to slip, and turn on the freezing water. I let it engulf my body and wash away the nauseating sweat, saliva, and semen from my body. I rub my skin as hard as I can because I just feel disgusting. I rub till red marks appear on my skin, hurting my tender body in the process, but no matter how much or how hard I rub I still feel disgusting. I am disgusting.

I turn the showerhead off and carefully step out of the shower, we're not provided with clothes, let alone towels, so I walk back to my cell cold and wet.

Before heading to my cell, I pass by Twen's cell. I had passed by his door when going to the bathroom, but because my mind was concentrating on the pain I was feeling, I forgot to check if he was still with one of Michaels' clients. I had already checked on Twen three times today but didn't get to after his fourth client.

Usually, I check on Twen after each client has gone, but when I have a client myself, I can't. Michael usually sends one of his rogues, when I'm not available, to clean Twen that way he is "ready" for his next client. This obviously makes the chosen rogue angry and annoyed that he vents his anger out on Twen.

As I'm walking, I arrive at the marker that reads twenty, I let go of the wall and step forward. I touch the door, turn my head to the side, and place my ear on the door. This is how I usually check if Twen still has a client, though sometimes one of the rogues lets me know. Upon placing my ear on the door, I quickly remove it.