I've been living with Grayson for 2 months now and almost everyday he's been going out for a few hours to work. The bad feeling hasn't gone away but only gotten worse. He refuses to tell me about where he works. I feel like I'm losing him, I feel like I shouldn't trust him but then again I feel like I'm just over thinking again. I'm starting to eat more now though so that's good. I've actually been eating a hell of a lot.
*** I wake up to the sound of Grayson's phone ringing. I keep my eyes closed but the sun is annoying my eyes.
"What?" He answers the phone sounding frustrated.
"You can come and fetch her now, she's still asleep though."
My eyes shoot open. I hear the end of call sound and close my eyes again. I hear the bathroom door close and I make a run for the front door. Two young looking boys stand by the door and I get one hard punch in the face, the blackness slowly fades in.
"Why the hell did you punch her?!" I hear Grayson shout.
"Grayson?" I say in a soft and shaky voice.
"Now!" He shouts pointing at me.
I'm picked up roughly and thrown into the back of a van. What the hell is going on?
***
We come to a stop and I hear the door close. One of them must have gotten out. A tall teenaged looking boy opens my door and pushes me at the back of my head making me fall to the warm hard ground. The two unfamiliar looking men and Grayson walk me into a what seems to be an abandoned hotel
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A beautiful brunette, smoking a cigarette and sipping on a bottle of vodka, wearing nothing but her underwear.
"Is this the new whore?" She walks over to me rubbing my cheeks with the back of her fingers.
"Uhm, excuse me but what the hell is going on?"
"She's rude, take her to her room and explain to her, then show her what will happen if she ever dares to disobey us."
I'm taken to a room with a mattress on the floor and black lingerie next to it. I'm pushed onto the mattress by a muscular man.
"Now, you will work 6 days a week but-"
"Work? What?"
"Turn around." He says sternly
"Huh?"
"Turn around!" I do as I'm told.
I hear the sound of his belt being undone and I get one whip to the butt.
"Never ever back chat me or any of your masters. As I was saying, you will work 6 days a week but on your off day you will stay here. You will get food thrice a week and there's a bathroom there for water." He says pointing to the small bathroom in my room.
"Now put on that lingerie so I can put your picture on Craig's list."
Okay what the hell is happening? I'm a prostitute? That word makes my heart beat faster and faster every time I say it. Especially knowing I'm one now. Grayson, he got me into this, my best friend, the only person I trusted. I feel like he pulled my heart out and then stood on it. I thought I meant so much to him.
The muscular man takes my picture and bites his lip. "You start working today."
He walks out of the room smiling an evil smile. "Oh, and at the end of everyday I will collect the money you've made."
