I stood in front of a building overcrowded with sickening people. The way they were looking at me was giving me creepy goosebumps. Although I was fully covered, I couldn't stop the feeling that they were eye raping me shamelessly. The good thing was I covered my face to hide my identity.
On the other hand, Jasmine seemed unfazed by the stare and didn't even bat her eyelids when a tattooed man blocked her way.
"We are here to meet John." The mere mention of that name made him back away. Is that man named John so petrifying?
I rushed towards her and glued to her, looking around the club in fear. All I saw was almost naked women dancing over the pole while disgusting-looking men grabbed their asses and tits, tossing money at them. The women didn't seem bothered by their touch and continued their sensual dance.
Soon, through the dim-lit corridor, we reached the only door. Without knocking, Jasmine entered the room while giving extra sway to her hips.
"John, look what I got for you?" She kissed him on his cheeks and raised her hand towards me.
"Fully clothed woman, Jazz?" he asked with a raised brow and looked already flustered.
"A virgin," she said, and I gasped loudly in that eerie room.
"Did you?" he jerked his face towards me and looked like he had conquered a treasure, raking his gaze over my body.
When Jasmine replied with a seductive smile, he clapped in ecstasy, "Perfect."
"Let me assess her. Remove your veil, sweetheart," the way he said made me clutch my veil tightly, and I could help take a back step.
"Don't tell me she is an amateur. She looks as if I asked for her kidney," although John laughed, it missed the humor.
I looked at Jasmine for assurance but gasped again, seeing him in front of me in the blink of an eye. How did he walk towards me so fast when I saw him standing with Jasmine a moment ago? While I was lost in thought, he pulled my veil harshly, making me cover my chest with my arms protectively. I was still dressed, yet the way his eyes were trailing over my body, I felt naked in front of me.
"You got me a virgin bride?" his eyes gleamed, pointing towards my henna-clad hands.
"Long story short, she needs money," Jasmine said with a bored expression. Was she the same girl whom I met in the hospital?
"I am guessing you are looking for your commission too?" John asked with a raised brow. I had to push myself into the wall when John was still invading my personal space.
"No, just help her, and then she doesn't exist for you," Jasmine said, and my eyes welled up, realizing she was helping me deal with whoever this John was.
John was a tall guy with a golden premolar and a thick gold chain around his neck. He wore a polka dot shirt with a chilly red jacket, making him look more cheap and loathsome. I wonder how she could deal with this guy so effortlessly.
"Perfecto! You are in luck, sweetheart. We have a requirement tonight, dress her up," he waved his hand, looking in haste to call someone.
"Jasmine, we didn't—" she covered my mouth and dragged me out.
"John is a dangerous man, Adah, don't talk to him about money. He gets 5-6 hundred grand a night for virgin girls, and he is known to give a fair share to the girl. But when it comes to questioning him, it triggers his ego, which won't be good on your part," she replied, and I could sense fear in her voice.
"I—"
"Let me deal with John and remember to do as he says, okay?" she asked, to which I only nodded.
"I will take you to the dressing room for you to take a quick shower," she was instructing me, but showering in a dangerous place like that was unsettling for me.
"Do I have to shower here?"
Again she halted in her steps and said, "You are not that naive."
She smirked and added, "don't worry, that room is safe. I know in and out of this place. I won't ask you to do things that will harm you in any way."
I don't know why; the more I spoke to her, the more I was grateful to her. Although she was an escort, she ensured I was safe until I reached the client.
That mere thought drains the color of my face, and I couldn't stop trembling in fear. What if the client turns out to be a filthy man? I closed my eyes and recollected my father's face. That was all I needed to sell myself for a night.
By the time I showered and came out, Jasmine had helped me dress in a sheer black sari and a backless blouse. When I saw myself in the mirror, I couldn't recognize myself amidst the heavy make and extra red lipstick. While walking out of the room, I was draping the saree over my black, but when John gave me a glare and Jasmine nudged me, I had to drop the idea.
"Would you not come with me?" I stammered when John slid into the two-seater car.
"John is very secretive about his confidential clients. It's only John who communicates with them. But don't worry, John is loyal to his woman. He won't touch you otherwise," she squeezes my palm gently and gestures to me to get inside the car.
The entire ride, I felt like I was sitting on the edge in a very uncomfortable posture, holding the car handle, anticipating a sudden attack from John, who was enjoying my uneasiness.
"If you are this scared to sit in the car with me, how will you sleep with the client?" he asked and let out a chuckle when I flinched.
"Good, he likes a scared and submissive kitten. You would perfectly suit his preference."
I was about to throw up listening to his sickening words.
I can do this. This was all I could keep telling myself from going back on my own words. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't see we reached the location. It was when John halted the car I jerked out of my thoughts.
Is he mad?
"It......it's a graveyard," I stammered, looking around with wide eyes in horror.
"Wow! you have eyes. Here I thought you were mute and blind as well," John scoffed in sarcasm.
I don't know from the moment I met him; I had this nagging thought he would only bring trouble for me.
He said he was taking me to a client, then why did he bring me to a graveyard? I was already trembling with the dread of selling my body for a night, and here I was in the middle of a cemetery with nothing but moonlight.
"Where are you going? please don't lea-"
"Shut the fuck up," John hissed, muffling my shriek with his cigarette-lit hand. I gag with the taste of smoke in my mouth.
"For fuck sake, keep your mouth shut. I thought Jasmine would brief you. That's the problem with amateurs like you. Ready to scream at the drop of the hat," he mumbled, ignoring my protest to remove his hand.
"...risk getting shot by that crazy asshole, as if that fucker is not crazy enough..." he kept ranting, looking around terrified.
I mumbled incoherently, but he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. He let go of my face when his phone buzzed, and he hastily answered the call. His demeanor took a 180-degree turn as to how he was a second ago.
"Yes, Sir. Of course.."
"I have been serving for so long..."
"I will leave her in the car as usual..."
"No, I'll make sure she won't get out," he glared at me while still talking to the client, making me gulp.
Why did Jasmine say John was a dangerous man?
I flinched, seeing his changed demeanor again as soon as he disconnected the call.
"Stay where you are and don't move an inch," were his parting words.
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Aryan's Lethal Obsession
Romance"Here," he threw the gun at me, which I had to catch with my two hands. "Kill him." The moment the words were out of his mouth, I dropped the gun in shock and took back steps. "I will let you go if you kill him," he was pointing towards John. "No,"...
