Chapter 5 The angel I don't know

CHAPTER FIVE

THE ANGEL I DON'T KNOW

LAUREN'S POV

I felt a hand touch my back, I pressed my eyes closed and muttered a whisper.

"Please don't hurt me. Please." My body shaking, tears wetting my face, as I hid my face away from whoever the person is, at this moment i wanted nothing more than to go home.

I heard the bed sheets rustle then the fall on my head, burying my half nude body underneath it.

"Hold it tight or you will catch a cold."

The stranger spoke, his was very deep and left this cold feel on my bones, he didn't care, I realized but it made me wonder why he bothered to do what he just did.

The room fell into silence again. I was masked, held tightly unto the mask wondering if my facial features are exposed.

My body was still laid on the bed. Burning a little from the effects of the injection. I felt like twitching but I dared not move. Until I heard his voice again.

"Sit up, I don't like the way you are on the bed." I gulped, rising slowly off the mattress with my back still turned against him.

"What's your name? Please don't lie." His voice sounded more like a threat than a plea and I replied immediately.

"Lauren. Sir."

"Turn around, Lauren. I will not repeat myself."

I turned afraid of what he might do if I didn't.

He gave me a direct gaze, my heart skipped a beat, his green emerald eyes pinned my gaze, searching for what I could not explain, maybe something that wasn't even there.

"How old are you, Lauren?" He looked away taking a bite out of an apple.

"Nineteen, Sir." My breath shook.

"Why are you here, Lauren. You are too old to be easily deceived."

I gulped, a bitter taste of self hate lingered in my heart. I knew, how could I so stupidly think this was as simple as a Hostess work.

"Lauren..."

"I was... deceived." I said bitterly.

"I just want money to pay my father's debt. I really thought this was an ordinary Hostess job where...." He began to chuckle loudly and my words choked me.

"Two million for a job as a hostess. You are not naïve, you are stupid." His mockery hit me like a bullet causing my heart to ache as I bit my lip in embarrassment.

"Make some noises, kid."

My eyes watered. I have no idea what he meant.

"Moan, Kid. So They will think I am doing a good job. And throw some thing around too."

I was even more scared now because I didn't understand at all.

'What does it mean to moan?'

And I wondered if I could ask.

"Do you want me to repeat myself?"

"No, no, no. It's just... I... I don't know how to moan."

He gave me a side glance and grinned.

"Come, Kid. Let me show you."

I was happy. He may have a cold exterior but he was good. He didn't even get angry at what I asked even though I was probably expected to know it.

The sheets held tightly, I slipped out of the bed and went to him where he sat on a high chair.

He freed one hand and he slipped it behind the sheets. I held my breath, afraid to do anything that might upset him. I felt his hand touch my bottom and he squeezed. I let out a hard moan immediately. His hands left and went back to his wine glass.

"Understand?" he asked but I didn't reply but asked him a question instead.

"Will you do to me what they wanted to do to me?"

I stuttered trying to hide my shaking hands and my tears welling up my eyes once more.

"As long as you are here, I will not touch you. You will return home safe, rest assured." He gave me a gentle smile before biting into his apple once more.

I smiled, for the first time since I left Nina's house.

"Have you already forgotten what you are supposed to do?"

"No. Certainly not," I said cheerfully.

Like I had done when he touched me, I moaned loudly at reasonable intervals and rolled things down to the floor.

I kept doing it until almost everything was down on the floor. I just stayed on the bed making soft sounds. He had instructed that too.

But I was starting to get tired. I decided to ask him if I could stop. I figured we were kind of pals right now.

"Can I stop Sir?"

He looked my way, the sheets had slipped down a little but I didn't notice. The moon light seeping into the room from the open window and falling on my bare skin.

He looked away immediately.

I saw him set his wine aside, stand up and go to the door. He stopped, like he just recollected himself and went towards the bathroom instead.

I decided to close my eyes a little while I waited for him, I somehow managed to fall asleep and then the sheets slipped off and hit the floor.

A crawl up my thighs woke me. My eyes flickered open but I gave the hand on my thighs a little hit to get it away. It didn't leave and I was forced to look. My eyes fell on him immediately. It was my savior. His mask was off. I could see his face and the glint of glee in his eyes but that only sent shiver down my some. He looked intoxicated with his cheeks that seemed to have reddened. His shirt was missing. I gulped pulling away.

He came closer.

"Sir please, what are you doing? I thought you said nothing would happen."

He let out a grin and all my fears returned.

"I said as long as you are here, I wouldn't hurt you." His voice sounded like a moon sick school girl.

I pulled away, he followed me until my back on the headstand and his body over me.

He leaned in, his bare chest pressing on my nipples. My heart beat against them, my face reddening and I burned in between my legs. Suddenly, I lost all strength to push him away.

"I will never hurt you Kid."

My tears dropped. I gave up.

Allowing his lips to press on my neck and then next on my mouth.

My body trembled with protest at each touch, but the induced pleasure I've been forced to feel couldn't let me push him away.