Servant of Lust

Chapter 7

A/N: TRIGGER warning, again! Pointless brutality and depression. Let's just say that Mitch isn't in a good place right now :/

Miserable. I feel miserable. My whole body is sore and full of welts. I even bleeded a little bit.

But that's not the worst thing. I'm locked up, I can't get out of my room, I can't get to James. The pain is something I could deal with but being alone for the first time in weeks? It's quiet this evening as I'm lying on my bed; I cleaned myself up but didn't shower. Normally I'd expect James to come in every second. He'd help me to a shower before cuddling up next to me. We would talk and take care of each other's wounds.

The only one I've seen today, besides the clients and Jeff is Jen. She had brought me food once but hadn't said a word. Obviously she wasn't allowed to talk to me, anymore. Great. The tray with soup and bread remained untouched. I didn't feel like eating alone. Plus the thought of food made my stomach grumble in a rather unhealthy way.

I fall into a restless sleep. It's like a circle of sleeping and waking up from nightmares of James being beaten up by Jeff. Sleep again. Nightmare of James screaming. Sleep again.

When Jen comes with my breakfast I am a mess. Tear stains are in the process of drying up on my face, I'm shivering from sleeping without the blanket. I must've kicked it away while trying to sleep.

"Do you need supplies?" She doesn't say more but I can see in her eyes that she wants to help me. But obviously she is being watched or something, so she can't.

I shrug my shoulders. "Would you take a look, moving hurts" I whisper softly.

She nods and rummages through my drawers shortly. "You're good to go, Coby."

Coby? Oh there's something going on, definitely. "Thank you. How long until the first client?"

"An hour and a half, I think. If it changes, I'll call you, alright?" she smiles at me weakly and turns to leave the room, locking it afterwards.

Great, now I'm really alone. I can't get to James and Jen is not allowed to speak more than necessary with me. I bite my lower lip as the tears fall again.

After a long while I finally get up. I need to take a shower, regardless of the pain I'm still feeling. I can't be unshowered for the client. If Jeff finds out, he'd kill me.

I turn the water only lukewarm, hoping it won't be too bad. Yet I let out a loud hiss when the water hits my back.

I take my time in the bathroom, get ready and apply some lotion on the parts of my aching body I can reach, before getting everything else ready.

My breakfast stays untouched because I'm way too busy and not hungry, again. Making the bed takes me a good twenty minutes today, because every move hurts. And let's not talk about the process of getting the tight boxer briefs on.

Once the client is here, I just try to stay strong. I let him do me, trying to do my very best to get him off fast to get it over with as soon as possible. I just want to be alone.

Unfortunately I don't have much time for myself. It's a busy, busy day, again and by the end of it I'm too exhausted to do things; I don't even shower or clean my bed, like I normally do. Jen comes to get me dinner but I just shake my head. I don't feel like eating. 

She sighs but goes away wordless, leaving an apple and the bread behind but taking the soup with her.

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Days go by and things get worse. I have nothing to look forward to, my room is always locked up and Jen only tells me what to do, when to get ready for clients and gets me supplies or food. I feel numb. When I have clients, I just let it happen, when I'm not I just sit somewhere apathetically. I don't even cry anymore. I just exist. I can't look forward to the time when I'll be finally out of here.

Jeff still has it in for me. He doesn't do anything when the Boss is around, probably Boss wants his prostitutes to be able to make as much money as possible. Whenever our Boss is out of town, however, Jeff uses every little flaw of me to hurt me further. If I don't answer the intercom after the first beep, I get punished; If there is just a hint of lint on the bedspread when he comes to check on me, I get punished; If a client leaves dissatisfied and tells Jeff on me; I get punished. Most of the time he uses his belt on me. My skin is cracked in more than one place and I'm hurting all of the time. He punishes James, too. The moments when I hear him scream and cry are the worst.

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One night I'm already half asleep, totally exhausted from the day, as Jeff barges into the room. I jolt awake and try to make myself smaller. "I didn't do anything wrong, I swear" I ramble, afraid that he would hit me again.

"You're having another client. Get ready for him. You've got fifteen minutes" he barks.

I cringe. "But Sir, I can't. Please not today" I say although I know that my protest is futile.

"He pays good money to have you this late. Be good." With that, Jeff leaves the room.

My knees tremble as I get up and stretch out the bedspread. I get dressed in my usual, tight boxer briefs and a satin robe and go over to the bathroom to get my hair done. I also use a huge amount of concealer, but it's never enough to erase the exhaustion from my face.

After ten minutes I sit down on the edge of the bed like I always do, my gaze falls on the door as I hear it being unlocked and opened. A tall, young man walks in but I avoid looking at him until he speaks up.

"Mitch..."

I flinch and look up to him, not believing my eyes when I recognise the familiar face. How can he even be here?

"Alex?"

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A/N: Oooooops?!

Anyway, the new semester is about to start on Monday here at my university in Germany. Right now I really can't say if and how it will affect my writing, because I tend to write on the train and that's where I'll be spending at least six hours a week. Yet, I don't know how much work I need to put into this semester's courses, so we'll just have to see.
Wish me luck for everything, though! ;)

Thank you for reading. I hate to beg for stars or comments but they show me if you're interested in what I'm doing so...