Sold to the trade* (Watty awards 2012)

Sold to the trade (Chapter 14)

Chapter 14

Pythonin’s P.O.V

“She has aids sir,” Gary said, his voice small as he stared at the floor.

I sighed. “Use the girl one more time and then kill her,” I replied brutally.

“You’re a bastard,” Ashley whimpered.

I grinned down at her. Since I couldn’t keep her under controI, I did the one thing that kept all my girls in line - I raped her.

I didn’t need to do it to the other girls because they know the plan. They know what their job is. They know once you’re in this business, you’re over.

I know I should have kept her virgin, but I just couldn’t.

She was so tempting, and considering she's hot as fuck. It was an impossible mission for me to not have sex with her.

She sat up slowly, whimpering the entire way. She glared at me before dropping her head in her hands. “I'm going to fucking puke,” she moaned, clutching her stomach.

“Just accept your future Ash,” I smirked, buttoning up my shirt. “Things won’t change from here on out. You don’t have to be a sex item,” I said filling my glass with scotch. “You could become a stripper in one of my clubs, if you prefer.”

I heard a choked up cry shoot out from her throat. “I worked so fucking hard,” she sobbed. “I don't want this. I never bunked school; I never fucked my teachers; I always ate my vegetables; I did extra-curricular activities. Why me?”

I scoffed. “This is how it is. Your future has already been mapped out for you. If you try and run from me, I’ll kill you.”

She looked up at me, her big blue eyes brimming with tears. “Fine,” she replied, her voice cold, dead, emotionless. “I’ll do it.”

I smiled. Something had died inside of her – hope. As with all my other girls, she had lost her hope. I had murdered something inside her.

“You won’t regret it. You'll be making hundreds every night. I’ll make you the main attraction. You have the looks; you'll dominate all the men. Now let’s be honest, I know you’re not twenty; so how old are you?” I asked.

She sobbed. “You fucking perv! I'm fifteen...you didn’t know that?” she asked.

Shock and a little bit of rare admiration filled me. Fifteen? Her long legs made her look like she was around nineteen.

She's going to be my main attraction. Age is just a number.

“Your stripper name will be…Blaze,” I said, smirking at my own genius.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked, her voice cold and torn.

“Because I can, sweetheart,” I said downing my scotch.

She stared at me. “I’ll do everything you ask for - just promise me one thing. I’ll do everything you tell me to; I promise not to run away; I’ll fuck who you want me too; I’ll legit do everything you ask of me. Just please-please don't do this to my sisters,” she said, her voice quiet.

I nodded, agreeing. “I promise. You’ll hold your end of the bargain?” I asked.

She nodded. “Don't fuck with me on this one.”

I nodded. “I'm a lot of things, but never one to break a promise. Your sisters won’t go through this. I’ll make sure Jack and Jill don’t take them anywhere,” I said honestly.