Escape

Waiting

Time seemed to go slower. I couldn't help but think about who requested me. I looked around the room and it was better than the room Cat was in. They must have paid a lot for me. But why? Most of the clients like younger girls. Younger girls like Isabelle . The room was warm and had candles on a small table next to the bed. A small window let the sun invade the room. I sat towards the edge of the bed. My feet dangling from the floor. Is this what a real room felt like? A bed that was actually soft and candles that made the room smell sweet.  It was so nice, how much did the mystery requester pay for me? I laid down and stared at the ceiling. Why was the day going so slow? I thought to myself when the door was slammed open. I stood up quickly next to the bed and looked at the man eye balling my body. He was wearing a red suit and his eyes were red. He stumbled towards me and pushed me onto the bed. I could smell something on him. He smelled like a drunk man. His hot breath and sweaty body suffocated my lungs. He started to tear off my clothes and grope my body.  He took off his shirt and pressed his body against mine. 

This thing paid so much for me just to do this? I shouldn't have thought any different though. It is what the clients do . Steal from us.

I kept still as he fondled my body, looking at the window at the far side of the room. The sun slowing left as he continued. He dug his nails into my stomach and started to pull my bottoms off. As he was about to rape me the door swung open. "You , Get OUT!" yelled Marco as his men came inside the room. The man fell to the floor and stared up at Marco. I sat up and looked at Marco's angered face."Take him out, he not the client. " he ordered. His men quickly walked to the drunk man and picked him up from his arms. " I almost had you whore, it was fun while it lasted. " said the man as he was dragged out with a smirk on his disgusting face.

"Put this on, and stay here. " said Marco as he threw something at me. I flinched as it hit my lap. He left the room slamming the door behind him. I picked it up and put it on quickly. It was a black dress. I sat on the bed again. I lifted up the dress and looked at my stomach. I felt the holes and scars. At least this time they weren't as deep. I put my dress down and stared at the door. I could feel the fear inside of me start to crawl out. 

What now.