After being abandoned by her father, Delicious Franks turned to the streets for protection. Selling her body and doing drugs brought her temporary comfort and warmth. Delicious found herself being pimped out and selling her body off to men. Without...
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"Miss, you look beautiful," a brown-skinned maid murmured as she fastened a diamond earring onto Delicious's right ear, her voice gentle, almost reverent. The maid's slender hands gently touched Delicious's ear as she finished. She could feel her body tense up just from the maid's touch which added to her dissatisfaction. The large vanity displayed Delicious and the petite maid in the quiet master bedroom of the manor.
Delicious barely acknowledged her with a response, her attention was drawn to the earring now hanging from her ear. She turned her head slightly, watching as the deep crimson stone swung with her movement. With each movement the tiny sounds of dangling followed each head turn as she swayed her head. Delicious pressed her lips together as she squeezed her fist underneath the vanity.
The ruby-red gemstone was massive, clasped tightly against her earlobe, its weight immediately noticeable. It pulled down, making her ear droop just slightly under its sheer heft. The diamond had to be at least eight carats, if not more. Every time it swayed, the facets caught the light, sending brilliant shards of red and white shimmering across the room.
Upon closer inspection, she noticed the intricate craftsmanship. The centerpiece—a blood-red ruby—was encased in a delicate halo of smaller encrusted rubies, their surfaces cut with such precision that they created a dazzling, almost hypnotic effect. The outer rim was lined with brilliant-cut diamonds, each one meticulously placed to enhance the depth of the ruby's color. It was excessive. Lavish. A display of power disguised as a gift.
A frown tugged at the corners of Delicious's lips. The earrings were beautiful, yes. But they weren't just jewelry. They were something else entirely. A symbol. A weight. A collar disguised in glistening gemstones. Delicious did not care for the jewelry nor the gold. It was her possession to fight over and it wasn't gifted to her. Delicious viewed it more as costume jewelery something used for a good show.
That was exactly what it was. A good show and Delicious was the main character of the play. How it would end she did not know but deep down Delicious knew that this journey was going to be a tough journey.
Delicious looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She was beautiful and she knew it. She didn't need a mirror nor a camera to tell. Delicious knew she was always that girl and no one could remove that from her. But the world was a cruel place that taught her the true face of man. Her gaze flickered to the mirror in front of her, taking in the stranger that stared back. Her hair was arranged in a deliberately messy updo, dark curls cascading down her back, framing her sharp cheekbones. The white, backless gown hugged every curve, the delicate fabric whispering against her skin. It was stunning. It was elegant. It was deceptive.
She looked like she belonged in this world of sin and sex.
But she didn't truly belong.
Delicious wanted to go back home. There was no actual place that Delicious could call home. There was no person, place, or thing that she could call home. However the quicker she was out of sight of De'mon, Amir, and any other crazy men, around her, Delicious knew that she would be safe. A place where men would stop chasing her and they would leave her alone. A place where she didn't have to sell her body to survive or have men go crazy over here just by seeing her face. Delicious wanted to be a regular person who lived a regular life that involved her getting an education and working a job.
