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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟❤︎︎
                     ꧁ 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲꧂
I sit on the hotel bed. Blue lingerie,blue being my clients favourite colour, tousled hair ,red lipstick and doe eyes. I roll onto my stomach, looking through my phone.
[8:36 PM] he's late. I was about to sit up before I hear the hotel door open. The client was well beyond my years; 10 or so years I'm guessing. He had a slight stubble and was fairly a strong man. His hair was back sprinkled with grey near his temples. He has a smirk on his face, eyes full of nothing but lust.
"Sorry for the delay, work dragged in for a long while..~ but I'm here now so shall we begin?" He says, loosening his tie and unbuckling his pants pulling his length out. It wasn't an impressive, I've seen bigger, but it'll do. He pulls me towards him and bends me over,shoving himself in it. I whimper due to the force, but not long after he starts trying to go deeper and roughy to the point where it hurts, I say the safe word - as it's in the contract if it gets too much the client has to stop- but he doesn't.
"H-hey!! Stop it, Red, Red!!!" I begin to yell. I begin to  start hitting his arm, but he pins my arms down hard. "Shut the fuck up. I pay $6.8K for me to fuck you, you're going to stay still and shut the fuck up." He says raising his voice. Tears begin to slowly roll down my cheek, whimpering and trying to break free from his grip. When he finished, he pulls out and I crawl away from the guy pulling on my silk robe,  trembling with pain and fear. I look up at him, snarling at him and he began walking towards me. I saw the image of my father in the moment. Him walking towards me with a bottle of Alcohol. He raises his hand. He's about to slap me- BANG! BANG! Thud. I open my eyes, finally analysing my surroundings, there were 4 strange men in suits but one had a bigger jacket  on him and a gun in his hand. There was blood everywhere,the walls and right side of the bed soaked with blood. I look up at the guy who - I'm presuming- is the leader. He had a buzz cut and tattoos poking out of his collar and his hands.
"You mean my $6.8K?" A leader says, his voice husky and deep. He turns to me
"Well aren't you a pretty thing..?".He takes a few steps towards me and I shuffle back. " hey.. I won't hurt you doll.. stay still..". I freeze where I was and he sits on the bed putting his hand on my jaw lifting my face up to look at him. I looked into his eyes, mine glossy and tearful. His was a beautiful shade of a stormy grey, his face Symmetrical.
He analyses my face as if looking for any injury's. Next thing I know he swoops me off the bed putting his jacket on me.
"H-HEY!! GET OFF!!"I start to flail my arms around angrily but next thing I know guns were raising at me and I stopped. But the leader said something in a different language..french possibly? 
"Levez vos armes à feu. Nettoyez cela et ne laissez aucune preuve derrière vous." His voice was stern.
But whatever ever he said made them put their guns down. "Look, I did not come here to hurt you or anyone else besides that man. He is a repeated sex offender and a fraud. Now, come here doll, it's cold." He reaches out his hand but I don't take it. I stand up but go to his left but staying behind him. I button up the jacket; it was more of a Trenchcoat than a jacket.Once we reach the front car park, the autumn breeze blowing to my face. It was quite refreshing. I step on the cold gravel, as the older man leads me to a black SUV. He opens the door and I look up at him before going in. I curl into a ball and sit at the far back. The man sits at the front on the passenger side before ,I suppose a body guard, gets in the drivers seat. As the car begins to move, the man begins to talk.
"My name is Mr Monet but call me Klyde.I don't know if you know me or not but, I work for the French Mafia," he pauses "And I know your father. And your father is in a very, very deep debt. My debt. So I gave him 3 options. He chose the 2nd option, give up one of his children."
Of course he would give me up. I was the ugly duckling over the family. But I was never physically ugly, I just wasn't smart. I was a sex worker and barely passing university.
"Are you ok?" Klyde asks, as he's turned to me with a worried expression on his face. I didn't realised the tears flowing down my face. I shake my head as a reply; I bury my head into my knees, and I feel a pair of arms wrap around me. And I embrace it and break down completely. He picks me up, and begins walking rubbing my back.
"Shh.. it's ok doll. I'm so sorry.." Klyde whispers, his steps were slow and steady. My eyes were closed and I weep; I don't know why I was crying, it's so evident that I was the least favoured one. Slowly everything fades to black.
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I must have passed out because when I woke up, my back was up against something so soft and comforting.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes trying to recall what happened. He chose the second option. Give up one of his children. I shake my head, shaking the thoughts away. I get out of the bed, I was wearing an oversized T-shirt. It was black and plain but the scent. His scent. God it was driving me crazy; the smell of Oak and Whiskey was spiralling around me. Before I could do anything else, the door opens and Klyde slipped the through the door. Leaning against the door.
"Good morning doll" Klyde says, holding a cup of coffee in his hand as he sips it bit by bit. I sit at the end of the bed, picking my fingers as I look to the grounds. "How about we get you some breakfast ey?"
I nod my head. I get off the bed and he goes to hold my hand but I pull away, trailing behind him. We walk in silence as we reach the kitchen, I sit at the bench my legs swinging from the ground. I fidget with my fingers, picking the skin off my fingers; it's been a bad habit of mine since I was young. It happens when I'm anxious or in an unfamiliar environment.
"Hey, quit doing that." Klyde says, his back turned to me as he makes up some food for us two. The door opens, a tall, buff guy drags a skinner taller guy ,who seems busted up, through the hallway and through another door. I look in terror, as a trail of blood stains the white marble floors. I look at it in shock.
"M-mr Monet... t-there-"
"I know, I know" he cuts me off, as he looks up glaring at the 2 men, as he continues, "Don't look back at them, ok?" I stay silent and keep looking. I feel a finger on my chin, turning my head my attention away from the man being dragged and beaten.
"Ya know, you have a problem with doing as ur told huh?" He warned, his voice getting slightly husky before returning to making our food. My cheeks tint to a light red as I puff out my cheeks and turn my head, "what ever.." I mumble slouching down on the stool. "Hey Mr Monet-"
"I told you call me Klyde."
"Yea, but doesn't mean I'm gonna call you it." I snap back. "Besides the point. What are you gonna do with me?"
He glares, when I talked back but he looked away. "Make you mine of course?" He replies as he slides me a plate of food.

* The food *
"Oh uh thanks but what do you mean by make you mine?" I asked as I shove a strawberry in my mouth moaning as the sweet taste hits my tongue.
He smirks passing me a , what looks like , a contract. The title of it said Dom&sub.co
"What is this?" I whisper reading through the contract when a sentence catches my eye: the person who gave you this contract would like to have you as their sub meaning you must submit to them. Submit? Submit to Mr Monet?
"This contract is for you to become mine." He stated leaning across the counter top.
"So for me to be your sex slave?" I remark looking up at him but his eyes were already looking at me.
"Not quite~" he replied, "A submissive is basically like a girlfriend I guess?"
"GIRLFRIEND??" I standing of the foot part of the stool.
"Lower your voice love." He demands and I do what he says. I don't know why I did what he said. I didn't need to. But part of me was all flustered and felt small around him.
"The contract lasts as long as you're with me. If you don't sign it, you'll have to go through hard work and labour or will have to die or sent back to the streets" he says, eggs in his mouth whilst keeping eye contact. I roll my eyes as a pass to look away. That stupid baldie. "You have a few days to think about it if you'd like." He added as I shove the rest of my food in my mouth to escape.
"Yeah whatever." I bite out as I get up and walk away from those pretty grey eyes.

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