Broken

Chapter 2-Part 2

   She woke up with the next morning with a satisfied stretch, only to be baffled by a clanking sound that led to her wrist being pulled back. Looking up, she was startled to see a metal handcuff attaching her to the iron headboard.

   Charlotte wondered how that had happened. Everything last night was a blur and she could still feel the effects of the drug in her system.

   There was shuffling outside her door and she froze, wondering who it was. They didn’t bother knocking. He walked right in, as if he owned the place, and leaned against the door he had just closed.

“Who are you?” She asked, her voice a bit shaky. The intensity in his gaze was unnerving and she desperately wished that she was not chained to the bed.

   He took a few steps closer, a hand in his dress pants. “That, sweetheart, has no relevance here.” He sat on the edge of the bed, and followed a hand down the shape of her legs through the thin sheet covering her.

   She shivered in horror, her eyes looking anywhere but at him.

“Didn’t you like that?” He cocked his head to the side, watching. “Or maybe,” he said. “You would like this.” He tossed the flimsy sheet aside and hovered on all fours above her, wedging a knee between her legs, as he thrust his tongue in her resistant mouth.

   She tried to move her head away, but then his body sunk onto her and she was being squashed as he grabbed her by the head for a firm hold. When he came up for air, she looked directly at him, eyes like liquid fire.

“Why are you doing this?”

   But he didn’t answer, nor did she really expect him to. She was doomed. And so as he had his way with her, she lay there motionlessly, eyes shut tightly as if to escape from the reality she was living.

   She later watched as he slept beside her, naked beneath the sheet that was covering him from the waist down. He was sleeping on his stomach, his arm thrown over her breasts as if she was his property. Her body was sore and slightly bruised from the bozo’s lack of gentleness.

   She couldn’t stand it anymore. She peeled off his arm from her body and rolled over, letting the arm drop back. She was not staying in that bed with him any longer. So she squatted, exposed, beside the bed, her arm hanging from the chain.

   She was dozing off when there was a rap on the door and a harsh voice shouted, “Time’s up!” She watched as the man in her bed quickly threw on his clothes and didn’t bother to fix his hair before rushing out of the room.

   Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out before climbing back into her bed. When she got the covers up to her chin, another man entered the room. She froze, not believing her eyes.

“I refuse.” The man didn’t seem fazed but went and pulled up a chair and set it right beside where she was laying on the bed.

“That’s not the answer a man wants to here when he walks in a lady’s room. But before we get there, let me just say that I’m not here for your services. I’m just here to explain the rules.”

   He had short blonde hair that was neatly combed, a handsome face and a well-tailored suit.

“Rules for what?” She didn’t bother to sit up. She didn’t respect him enough for that courtesy.

“That’s what I want to talk about. So shut up and listen.” His voice was harsh and she knew by the tone that he was talking business. She kept her mouth shut.

   When he saw that she wasn’t going to say anything, he leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. “In a few minutes, another man is going to walk through that door,” he said, nodding toward the entrance to her room. “You need to make sure you give him what he wants. I don’t care if you like it or not. That’s irrelevant. What does matter is that he leaves satisfied and the camera at the top corner of your room will help us make sure you do your job right. Now, if you fail to meet their standards, you will be significantly punished. We don’t need to go into that. You’re first performance wasn’t too shabby and I’m only saying that because you didn’t resist much. Next time, you need to act interested. Pretend that he is the most desirable man on the planet. Treat him like a freakin’ king if possible. You do anything that will assure us that he will be back. Do I make myself clear?”

   By the time he was done, Charlotte was sitting up, a hand across her chest to keep the sheets from slipping off. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious, missy. The boss has high hopes for you and you better not disappoint him. It’s hard to get in his good graces once you’ve slipped up.” He got up slowly and watched the long dark hair that fell over her shoulder. Those innocent eyes weren’t filled with terror as he thought they would be. She was definitely a fighter, this one.

“Good bye, Lexie. I’ll see you next week for another talk similar to this. Hopefully we can meet in a more appropriate place.” He looked around the room and returned to her beautiful face before leaving the room.

   Charlotte was stupefied, and sat there with the sheet clutched around her when another handsome man walked in. Every fiber of his being screamed he was wealthy and she watched as he set down his hat and coat before taking a look at her.

   He was an older gentleman with a mustache swirling across his upper lip. She gulped, her grip on the sheets getting tighter.

   Then she remembered what her instructor had said. She looked up at the camera and made her face turn pleasant before looking at the gentleman. “Hello, sir.” She started out, her voice a bit shaky.

“I hear your name is Lexie. Is that right?” He took off his shoes.

“That’s what they call me.” She responded, toying with her hair.

   She tried to picture Anton, but just the mention of him brought an ache to her heart. So this time was no better than the last and when she was finally alone, she curled up in a ball.

   Anton. Where was he? She missed him terribly, almost as much as she longed for the next hit of heroin.

   The door to her room opened and she shuddered violently, thinking another man was here for her. But she yelped in surprise when her hair was grabbed and yanked up so high her scalp burned and there were tears in her eyes.

“Ahhh!” She cried out, trying to comprehend what was going on. The answer hit her like a ton of bricks once she saw her instructor leaning against the doorway with an unhappy look on his face.

“Luke,” he said to the man who had a grip on my hair. “Make sure she learns her lesson.” Then he shut the door and walked away.

   The beatings started shortly after and the echoes of her screams resounded down the hallway. She was in complete hell.  He made sure not to touch her face or cut into her flesh, but he didn’t seem to mind that she would later have bruises that covered every inch of her body.

   She refused to give him the satisfaction of tears so she held them in as he continued to torture her relentlessly until her instructor came back into the room and Luke took that as a sign to leave.

   He was silent for a few minutes as he watched her crawl back under the covers, her body exposed and battered.

“I didn’t want to resort to this method of teaching you.” He said quietly, eyebrows drawn together.

   The room was silent for a minute. “I’ll do whatever you say,” was the answer that came from Charlotte.

   He breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he didn’t have to deal out another beating.

“But,” she started, the form under the covers shifting a little. “You have to teach me how to pretend. To make others and myself believe what I’m doing is what I want to.”

   He nodded. “We’ll work on it. You get a couple days off to heal and in that time I’ll teach you.”

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Author's Note: The next part is my absolute fav! Can't tell you why exactly, but in time it might come to you :))