Chapter 5 Adah

"Don't worry, John is loyal to his girl. He won't touch you. He will take you to a high-profile client whose identity will not be disclosed to us. It's only John who communicates with them," she squeezes my palm gently and gestures to me to get inside the car.

The entire ride, I felt like I was sitting on the edge in a very uncomfortable posture, holding the car handle, anticipating a sudden attack from John, who seemed to enjoy my uneasiness.

"If you are this scared to sit in the car with me, how will you share the bed with the client?" he asked and let out a chuckle before adding, "Good, he likes a scared and submissive kitten. You would perfectly suit his preference."

I was about to throw up listening to his sickening words. Can I back out and run away from this? The answer was clear, no I can't. First, I was in John's car and his territory. I won't be able to escape him; second, my dad's life was at stake. I can't mess with his life even if I've to go through to hell.

I can do this, this was all I could keep telling myself from going back on my own words. I promised Jawad, and he expects me to solve the problem like I used to expect from my father. How can I let him down?

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't see we reached the location. It was when John slammed the car's door; I jerked out of my thoughts. I went wide-eyed when I saw the mansion's grandeur. I turned around and saw a long drive connecting the main gate and the villa. The estate's size was gigantic, with a huge water fountain in the middle of the large lawn. The Mansion was covered with large yards from all four sides, and even if I plan to escape, I would be caught the next minute.

I crane my neck up at a painful angle to see the height of the mansion. I knew the client would be a 50-year-old guy who was into making virgins suffer; maybe that was what BDSM is all about. I gulped for the 100th time as my throat seems to be dry as a desert. I wanted to have water but couldn't muster up the courage to ask anyone.

After walking me through corridors and numerous turns, John took me inside a room and left but not before warning, "stay where you are and don't move an inch."

My body couldn't stop trembling no matter how much I try to prepare my mind for the inevitable. What I was going to do will ruin me forever, and I knew I would loathe myself till the time I am alive, but did I regret doing what I was about to do? The answer was crystal clear; no. I was ready to live with disgust and self-hatred than to lose someone special in her life; my dad.

John's words were ringing in her mind, stay where you are and don't move an inch, as if my body was at ease to roam around the dangerous mansion I was brought to by John. If not for money, I would never even look at such a place. One, I knew the bigger the house, the greater are the secrets, and two, I am content and happy with the middle-class life Dad had provided us.

Even in the cold weather of December, I felt a trail of sweat gliding down my spine, my bare back visible out of the backless top was glittering with sweat beads while I was constantly wiping the sweat from my face with trembling hands. No matter how much I tried to practice deep breathing, my pounding heart and anxiety refused to calm down. I was on the verge of crying, mainly at the helplessness.

I sat on a single armchair in an unknown room of the mansion when John left me there to make the arrangement. I felt disgusted by the sheer black saree and the net blouse that was barely covering the skin. My glance fell on reflection on the nearby window glass, and my breathing quickened when instead of me, I saw someone else, someone who looked ready to seduce any men.

I abruptly looked away in shame and was again drowned in terror. The only thought that kept me rooted in the spot was the very reason I was there, to save my dad. I again wipe the sweat beads from my forehead with this good-for-nothing saree while my hand keeps trembling in anticipation. My fear slowly weakened my resolve, and I started wondering if only the wait is killing me in fear. What will I do if it happens? What will I do when he starts touching me? A vile formed in my stomach, and I felt I would throw up anytime now.

To divert me from thinking of the disaster I would be soon walking into, I stood up on my weak legs to breathe in the fresh air. I felt suffocated even though the room was bigger than half of my apartment. My palpitation worsened my breathing, and I walked out of the room, hoping that free air would bring my breathing to be normal. Not knowing my way out, I followed the direction I could feel the breeze was coming from.

I abruptly stopped walking when I heard a strange voice, and my curiosity got me to walk towards the sound without giving a second thought. In my intrusiveness to find the sound source, I missed noticing that I was walking deeper into the dungeons.