Disparate life (On Hold)

a new start

as I looked up to that man's eyes I had a feeling he was different from the rest so I decided to go along with the flow for the time being.

When I woke up I found myself in a king sized bed.in fact the whole place was like a room of a millionaire's. Soon I started to remember bit by bit what happened back at the auction. But still I couldn't remember his face completely all I know is those intense but warm eyes. 

Suddenly the door opened and a handsome looking man or more like a guy came in. he walked up to me and sat on the side of the bed and started to look at me from head to toe as I laid there helpless. I also couldn't stop looking at him for some reason he looked familiar but couldn't tell who he was.

"finally!" he exclaimed. "are you ok?" asked that guy. I wasn't harmed in anyway so I nodded. All I could do was obey and do as he said since I was still numb because of the drug. 

He reached out his hand and patted my head gently. It was as if I was a pet. Normally you wouldn't pat like that so that's the most similar way to describe.

"I'm Ray and from now on I will be your owner and stuff. So um, you know... it's nice to meet you" he introduced himself briefly. I also introduced myself since it would be rude not to although I'm sure he already knew all that.

 But rather than that I wanted to know what was going on so I asked in a shaky terrified voice "what are you going to do to me? what do you want from me?" he knew that I was confused so he started explaining the harsh reality I was in. "look little girl, you need to wrap your head around this situation really quickly if you want to live" I couldn't understand.

Shocked of what I had gotten myself into I stuttered. "what do you mean?". He kept on going. "from tomorrow onward you are going to sell yourself to people who request you and do what they ask you to. And in return we will be getting money. Also since you are still a teenager so I will be strictly watching out for you . don't worry about doing stuff beyond your limit, okay?" he assured me but I was too appalled to answer that I couldn't even nod. I continued staring into blank space.

A sad realization had hit me. Knowing that tears began to fill up my eyes and soon began to pour out like a stream. 

It was a pathetic sight; I was crying nonstop in front of a guy I had never met before. With my sob tears all my worries started to pour out as well. "I'm sorry, please let me go I won't tell anyone about this. I want to live a normal life. I don't want to be a tool like this" I cried the same thing over and over again until he wrapped me in his arms.

His hug already conveyed to me. there was nothing else that could be done for me but I couldn't accept it I cried and cried. I even bet myself to see if this was all a dream however it wasn't. Everything felt hopeless.soon I fell asleep again.

The sun rose for a new day. I woke up with my eyes red from crying. Soon I heard a knock on the door. It was ray. "Sala, come downstairs. I have something to tell you." he said from the other side of the door. glumly I got off my bed and freshened up. As I went downstairs I could smell a yummy breakfast cooking up. but I wasn't that excited nor felt hungry. Just gloomy that's all.

Ray was at the stove, frying an omelet. "Sala have your breakfast and then we will talk okay?". Ray said facing his back to me. Ray came and sat at the table, sipping his cup of coffee and continued. "listen you have got a request and the client wants you to be a bar girl for the week. You will be working at an underground pub entertaining some guests. Got it?". 

"anything else?" I clarified, looking uninterested. "yeah, um... you can expect a bit of harassing but other than that you will do fine OK? ,just relax. I am a bit acquainted with the client so no worries!" he tried to reassure me.

After breakfast, around 10 am ray came with me to drop me off the building where it was supposed to be. I even got to ride a ford sedan car. Usually I would be out of the world to be in a treasure like that but that was the least of my worries.

 Ray kept on his attempts to cheer me up but all of them FAILED...

WELL, you all must know that know buyer or client would be satisfied with a low quality downbeat item. Demand will always go to quality.so ray was kinda doing the obvious.

Finally, we were at the building. Ray wished me good luck and kept on waving at me with his carefree smile until I went in the building. In there I could hear the yelling of a man like mad.

 As I went in I saw a man in a bartender uniform scolding and beating a girl ruthlessly although I'm sure she was no longer conscious because she was lying on the floor emotionless. The other girls around the place kept on pretending that they weren't seeing them, whispering and blaming the unconscious one. While others were cowering in fear at the corners of the room, burying their faces with their hands.

The madman stopped beating the girl and glanced at me. As he came up to me he kind of reminded me of my father when I was abused. He examined me and introduced himself. As I thought that man was the master of the pub and my client.

my work was at night and when I saw my uniform I was disheartened.my whole body was showing bare. other than the fact that it had a little blouse and a skirt. the blouse covered a mere inch of my chest which showed off my cleavage and almost my whole chest. I was nowhere near comfortable.

Night came and a whole new experience awaited there for me