Little Lady // Erik Durm

2. Fire

Even though she knows that the fire brings her pain, no one told her about the third deegree burns that would stay with her forever. They did not appear on her skin but instead, stayed in her memory forever.

"I hope you didn't mind babysitting.", Trisha told Ailene as she put Thomas down in his crib.

In the absence of her Uncle or even a motherly figure, she made friends with Trish behind her uncles back. She knew all her secrets, the deepest ones. But Trish was no saint, there is no such thing as a saint.

"No, of course not.", Ailene told Trish. "You know their like brothers to me. Sammy is already asleep in his room."

"Honestly, thank you.", Trish said standing by the door. "Come on, I'll make you something to eat."

"No, no.", Ailene protested with a smile. "I should be getting home."

"Are you sure?", Trisha tried to persuade her. "It won't take long, just have to cook something up."

"No, really, I'll come by tomorrow.", She said smiling at her, they went out the Thomas room. Now standing in the living room. Ailene said her goodbye's, Trisha wanted to pay her but she denied the money. That woman was like a mother to her and taking her mother would feel like stealing.

As she went back to her Flat, closing and locking the door. She went to her room and opened up her drawer. She kept a phone in there, it was her 'buisness phone'. She opened it up, there it was a message. They wanted her.

She knew where this place was, where those sleazy old men didn't want their wives to see them. In a cheap motel room. Where they would say 'Oh honey, I have to work late.' But some of those men where off with girls like Ailene.

She changed into something alluring. Then covered her body up with a coat, the cold Dortmund weather. She looked at herself in the mirror, that would have to do. Her light brown messy but not horrible. Those lips, a bright red; her cheeks, rosy. No need to add anything anymore, her title of profession described her just fine. She had a little girls face but those men didn't care, they stared her in the face and never doubted her. All she was a prostitute and a punching bag.

She took a local cab to the hotel, asking the Taxi to leave. She would find a way to get home, whether it was calling another Taxi or walking home in shame.

Her uncle once told her these wise words; You never question, you shut up, and take it.

That's what she did, she shut up, and took it. Never questioning on what the man wanted to do, after all she was broken glass she couldn't break anymore.

When she knocked on the hotel room that the man texted her. He opened the door, an inviting smile. But not the kind that she wanted. He closed the door, locking it. Her back was to him, she could feel his presence in the back.

"Turn around.", the man said and as he said, she did. His sleeves rolled up, he had been here for a while since he was no longer in his work attire. his suit suit's jacket on the small sofa. His blue eyes only showed lust, he was looking at her small frame, that kind of resembled a deer. He approached her yanking the coat off, his black hair combed back, he looked about forty. She always wondered what harm she could possibly be doing to this mans family. The coat dropped to floor, pooling beneath her feet. She was left with her garments, he looked at her, admiring her body. His hand cupped her cheek, enough that he could grab some of her hair also and in the moment of lust he brutally yanked on her hair. Dragging her to the bed, she didn't whimper she took it with silence. Then in the moment he yanked off her bra, fondled with her breasts. She shuddered at the touch of his hands. He grabbed a condom out of his pocket. Putting it between his teeth. He began taking off his clothes, down to his boxers. Her heels had been kicked off, she turned her head to the side so she wouldn't see the mans face or look him in the eyes, as he hovered over her. The man unwrapped the condom, putting it on. He entered her without her permission, but they always did, she didn't make a sound, her bottom lip whimpering, but she swallowed her tears. She closed her eyes. "Open your eyes and look at me.", He said going in and out of her. She refused to look at the man. "Look at me!", He yelled and forcefully turned her face around, she turned her face around but didn't open her eyes. He dug his nails into the skin of her cheek. "I said open your eyes, you have to look at me.", He said and she opened her eyes, her eyes beginning to water. He began to say profanities under his breathe, his hands moved away from her face. Going to her hips, she wanted to look away and stop staring at the mans eyes. His eyes where going to be hard to forget. He finally finished, closing his eyes for the moment of pleasure. He went over to the restroom taking the condom off. She grabbed her bra and underwear slipping them back on. He grabbed his boxers and grabbed his pants, digging in there and looking for his wallet. He took a couple of euros out. Handing it to her. She grabbed her coat, later counting the money. He was short.

"You're short.", Ailene spoke, finally.

"You didn't satisfy my pleasures.", He said putting his pants on. "You didn't do what was asked of you the first time."

"I don't satisfy your twisted need.", Ailene spoke standing up and putting on her heels. "You asked for sex and I gave you sex."

"Now look here girl.", He said approaching her grabbing her by the hair. "You do what is asked of you, don't question it, I paid you on how your performance was.", He said cupping both of my cheeks with one hand. "You are just a slut, don't ask to be treated and paid like a normal human being.", He said letting go of her.

He turned around putting his pants on.

"You're no better than me.", Ailene mumbled under her breathe, but the man heard her, he turned around and slapped her. She didn't see it coming, she stumbled back, hitting the side of her head on the edge of the night table. She held her head, her hair hiding her face from the man who was looking at her with angry eyes.

"I'm better than you.", He said grabbing her hand forcefully and dragging her on top of the bed. She was fighting now, kicking and squirming around. "I'm fucking better than you.", He repeated again, he pulled down her underwear, unzipping his pants, no matter her pleads, he began to do the worst thing that could ever be done. He raped her, and she cried. She cried out for him to stop.

As he raped her he kept repeating those words. "I am better.", When she screamed as loud as she could for him to stop, he looked at her ashamed at what he had just done. He screamed at her to get out. She pulled up her underwear, grabbed her coat and ran out of the door. There was blood on her forhead, she put the sleeves end on it. Her body ached, she could taste the blood in her mouth.

Just like that, she would sell love to another man. No matter what happened today or the day before. Little lady was trembling with fear.

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A/N: I know this is horrible but it gets better? I hope.