A Year and 365 Days

Chapter 17

Hope is the most treacherous thing in world, first it lifts your spirits high enough to get going, and then you fall and plummet to the ground. Hope was something I didn't believe in anymore.

It had been seven months. It was April, and spring had officially came. You know what else had came into my life-Damien. Damien had finally done his deed after seven months. Alex hadn't bothered to wait to show his authority around me.
Damien had finally decided to force himself on me after seven months.

He had waited just for the right time to finally break me and rip away the hope. I had been returning from an outgoing call. I'd return to the house from the usual town car driver, who also participated in having services frequently with me. Each girl had a driver, but the same one for whenever they had an outgoing call. I'd stepped inside the house and closed the door behind me. Damien had came out of the living room with a jacket in his hands.

"Let's go, we've got places to be"

He put his arm out, as I had taken it and he escorted us out the door. Despite the incident back in the bedroom at Rome, I had began to think that Damien wouldn't hurt me anymore, only Alex. I was wrong, after the long drive to a private boat, Damien had raped me on the boat. No captain, just me and him, drifting in the middle of the water. We returned back to shore, and I had came back upstairs to the room, having felt completely powerless. No hope whatsoever, I knew it was over and that I couldn't be recused, that my body was just being used as an object, and my mind to be tortured continuously.

After these past seven months, I had finally broken down to a point where I didn't come out of the bathroom for a day and a half. Amber had to coax me out. We were two broken souls trying to heal each other. I eventually came out of the bathroom. My moods were never thoughts of happy things anymore, my thoughts were always "let's get this over with" every time I had a call.

That was the night Damien had finally shown who was boss. Either way, I had calls and places to be. Before a Saturday night shift, (the busiest day for each week), the girls, Amber, Laure, Valentina, Vedrana, Kerianne, Rika, and I had all sat down for the dinner. Each girl wearing a different dress from the other, each just as revealing. Damien had started speaking to Vedrana in Croatian, then switched to English. We had all eaten a dinner, well some of us, but we were all bone skinny anyways. I knew I had lost about thirty pounds or so.

Minutes passed by and the girls started filing out of the dining room and to their outcalls.

"Vedrana, show Olivia around time, tell her what I told you." Damien said

"Alright." She responded in a calm tone

I sat across from the black hair, green eyed beauty. She was wearing a gray tight dress. Damien left the dining room and Vedrana opened the front door, motioning for me to come along with her. It was unusual not being led out of the house without a strange man. She led us down the street, just walking. I had been wearing a black dress that stopped mid length to my thighs, with one sleeve on my left side, my left shoulder with half a v neck, and the right side of my chest exposed with a silver sparkling sweetheart neckline. The bright red shoes paired with it. Vedrana looked ahead while she made small glances at me.

"You haven't been out of the house without a man yet?" She questioned
"No, not until now."
"Exactly why I'm with you, Damien wants me to show you the places where you can get vital things. He's waited long enough, and he trusts you enough to let you go out on your own and get necessities you might need."

An escape route I thought

"And don't think of escaping, because Damien has people, and he will kill you on the spot."