Held Captive (Harry Styles)

Chapter One

"Thanks for a good time," My customer, Christian, thanks me as he gives me the money which was my salary. He pulls the zipper of his pants upwards as he tiptoed a little while doing so. I was already dressed. Dressed like a whore, that is.

"I was thinking, if you could talk to your boss and tell him that I'd love to have you around tomorrow night again?" He asks. He was beautiful, honestly. But I just couldn't stand the fact that he was willing to buy me for sex for only one night. I have no other choice but to thank him, because if he didn't bought me tonight, I wouldn't have this money between my breasts right now.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked.

I've been ready to go for too long. My inner thoughts answered. I tried my hardest to push them away, so I wouldn't have a breakdown right in front of my customer. The thought of using the word customer for sex makes me cringe. It wasn't actually legal, but in other way around, it was an easy way to earn money.

"Yes," I said, standing up as I walked with him to the door. This is the room that I always use whenever I get a customer. It's big, and luxurious, but it always felt hot in here.

As he left, I was met by Jack Thompson, my boss. He's the one in charge with us. He's the one who has the power to fire and hire people in this club. And quite frankly, he liked me because I was doing good.

"Georgina, five customers in a row! I'm thoroughly impressed." He said, crossing his arms.

And yes, I had sex with five different men in one day.

"Thank you," I smile weakly. I've earned ten grand. And it was enough for me to survive. Although I have to give the other five to my father. Or else he'd hurt me again.

"You're allowed to go home now, my dear. I'll see you tomorrow." Jack said and I nod. I've been working here ever since I was thirteen years old, when my father has actually made me work here. Because this was my punishment, he said. Because it was all my fault, he said.