When Revenge Meets Love

I was escorted dressed in second skinned clothing with heels to meet the 'boss' of the game slum in order to register as the newest member.

As we approached the door, I felt no emotion, not even an ounce of regret as regards to my decision to sell my soul to this profession. I felt nothing and nothing else could work better, not having to feel anything was the best resolve yet.

We didn't even have to knock, we just went in like it's no biggie. As we entered another room, a couple of eyes rested on us, particularly on me because I was the only stranger present.

"Here we are boss." The big guy that accompanied Clara and myself said with a trace of satisfaction in his voice. I don't blame him, even though I feel satisfied.

The boss, who appeared to be a small looking woman probably in her late thirties, looked me up and down and smiled after her brief scan of my body.

"Where did you get her from?" The boss didn't wait for a response. "She's a good one." She concluded.

I stood in their midst emotionless. My gaze bore into the walls choosing not to stare at any being present.

"What's your name pretty?" The boss asked me.

I instantly reminded myself that the old me was dead and gone as well as the name. I guess this was an opportunity to opt for a new identity. An identity that'll now define me for the rest of my life.

"Ana", I said confidently. The boss seemed to roll her eyes.

"I hope you won't scare the customers away with that cold expression." She face palmed herself and approached me. "I didn't force you to make it here, so loosen up bitch! Don't upset me!"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and made an attempt to smile for the first time in five years. I guess it was a sloppy attempt because she instantly groaned.

"Get out." She said to me and referred to my escorts.

"Take her to level one and bring her back later. So I can conclude my business with this gentleman."

That was when I fully noticed the calm looking man at the far end corner of her office. He looked undisturbed and also like someone who wouldn't give two shits even if the world is coming to an end. He was brazen enough to tilt his head to the side to get a better view of me as if parts of me were fading fast into the atmosphere.

My escorts dragged me out of the boss' office and are taking me to the 'level one' earlier instructed. I still didn't feel anything and maybe, just maybe that would make the job easier.

Level one was a dank room dimly lit up to my disappointment and the supposed customers wore masks to conceal their identity. Well, I was made to understand that only their VIPs wore masks and their regular, just appeared regular and nothing more.

Clara had reassuringly squeezed my hands after giving me a small bottle of gin and a few cards of pills to take, establishing the fact that those will make it all easy and endurable.

I shivered at the thought but I pinched myself to compose my thoughts and expression. I signed up for this and I'm more than willing to get through with it. I was told only those from level two upwards could get the full pay, bonuses and tips for themselves.

The pay for level one candidates goes solely to the boss except for the tips, so as long as I remain in level one, I'd be simply slaving my body away with practically no money to pay my bills.

I already want to go through extents to reach level two and possibly breach it to level three where I'd become a VIP prostitute who's doubly sponsored. I knew it wouldn't be easy and Clara who's in level two had confirmed my thoughts.

I braced myself waiting for my customer, my gaze glued to the door. The very first customer that will soil me into this profession is probably just a few feet away and just then, the door shrieked open and it was my first male experience in level one.

I swallowed the lump in my throat at the masked man that briskly approached me with eager resolve to pound into me.

I shivered and shifted uncomfortably on the small bed.

Before I could register anything else, he immediately grabbed me up and away from the bed as I plastered hopelessly against his body like a shitty mud.

"A newbie huh?" He growled into my ears as I shivered from the hotness of his breath.

I felt dizzy from the pills Clara had shoved into my hands to take. I'd hurriedly swallowed them without checking. What were those?

Whatever it was, it made me dizzy, weak and wet!

Fuck! I yearned for this stranger to touch and fuck me senseless.

I nodded stupidly at his question. Then he scoffed at me and instantly grabbed my butt.

"Use your voice pretty!" He leaned in and gently plastered hot kisses on my neck.

I rolled my eyes like a freaking idiot!

"Yes." I croaked out.

"Good." He said against my neck as he squeezed my butt further.

Then I felt my legs wobbly. He quickly spun me around so that my butt was against his torso.

"On all fours!" He commanded and I instantly obeyed.

He growled softly at my swift action to his command. Then he grabbed the hem of my flimsy undies and tugged at it to pull it down and all the while, my core ached desperately and couldn't wait for him to begin his thrusts.

He gently traced lines to my core as I heard myself moan. He was intentionally making me wait for him and god, that shit is tormenting!

I resisted the urge to scream at him to get it over with already, but I knew better not to rudely speak to my customers as it would deter my ambitious pursuit to get quickly of the 'level one' shit hole.

As I distracted myself with my thoughts, I only got to snap out of my head with his sudden and calculated thrusts into my walls.

I moaned hopelessly, choking and grabbing those stupid sheets for support.

No one cared to ask how my first experience as a level one was and I didn't even feel any inclination to tell. I just placed my thoughts and my whole being on the goal my second chance at existence is meant to achieve, which is my revenge against my best friend and my ex-husband. I must make them pay for what they did to me and nothing in hell will stop me.

I went back to the boss' office on my own and I settled myself quietly on a cushion in front of her.

"I didn't even tell you to sit yet", she puffed up a smoke from her cigarette.

"You're one hell of a kind". She added seeing that I made no move to undo what I've done.

She stood from her position and approached me.

"Stubborn, yes. Unbelievably mute yet fascinating but you gotta knock it off when it comes to customers and might I add when you're in my office". She halted in very close proximity to me. "Do you understand, Ana?"

I nodded and she scoffed. "Use your vocals for heaven's sake!"

"Yes boss". I said much to her boredom.

She retreated back to her seat. "You can call me Manie."

"Yes". I responded. I had one question hitching my lips to blab and decided to just ask away instead of grooving in assumption.

"Manie, to what extent do I have to go to get to level two?"

"Woah.. I see someone's already impatient", she laughed out loud almost in mockery.

She eventually stopped laughing and plastered a frown on her face.

"Depends on the rounds you're able to function for; every night for eight weeks. Not to talk of the customers feedback on your inclination".

I had a brazen idea it'd be that way.

"But luckily for you, there's a shortcut to utter freedom up to the sponsor level three". She tried to force a smile on that note. But I still expressed no emotion whatsoever. I just waited for her to tell me the obvious short cut because I could tell my bones shivered in desperation.

"You'll have to work for the big daddy as his plaything for six months after which, you'll get your promotion to sponsor level three and thus, live as a free woman." She watched my emotionless face for a while.

"You'll get paid though and probably even a higher pay when you decide to live with him". She said.

I pinched myself. I obviously can't let myself falter.

After I made it out of her office, Clara had expressed utter pity for me when I told her about my resolve to live with big daddy. She didn't receive this kind of luck in her time but she told me that big daddy was a hideous man and one I'd hate to get involved with but I was adamant on my goal and I can't just lay around and do nothing when I could actually go 'all in', in this business.

Big daddy was described to be the devil and not many women could cope and complete their contract at the end of the day. He treated women like objects, he beats them and most cases torture them when they don't comply and just then, cold shivers ran down my spine but as I sat on my tiny bed and saw the little girl that stood by my door, carefully watch me as if my frame was melting to the earth, for a moment I felt strange sentiments towards her.

The fact that she has no choice but to live and grow up in this fucked up environment filled with eager prostitutes like myself, brought tears to my eyes. A sudden feeling to make it all better came to me but right now, I don't have the power to make it better.. yet, but I'm obviously on the route to settle scores. The little girl smiled at me.

A smile so contagious that it made my brain for a moment think to reciprocate but I couldn't. All attempts flew out the window and I just sat there as I watched her scurry away from the door.

The chance of becoming a mother slipped through my hands. The thought and memory still hunt me and it's still almost paralyzing but I need all I can get to get my revenge. The pain they all made me feel won't elude them and I'd make sure of that.

I don't have any exact plan carved out but I guess it's enough to say that I'm going all in for this adventure, I'd make it worthwhile.

The thatched roof that formerly hung loose, has now broken away releasing all the mice that found it a sumptuous abode. My nails dug sharply into my palms as I felt an excruciating pain in my system.

I clutched my belly tight silently praying it'd go away but that was even when it toppled me over to the ground and what's worse is the fact that I couldn't find my voice to call for help, even the little girl from before was nowhere in sight.

It's all too similar to five years ago as I was pushed down the cliff, the muffled screams only shook just my walls and no one else's. I was the only audience and even now, my groanings didn't even breach my door.

I tried to crawl my way to the door struggling on the rocky floor that brought more bruises to my body adding to the ones I had earlier obtained when I fell off the tiny bed. I struggled with muffled groans for minutes trying to get to the door that was just a few feet away from the bed.

As I struggled in that state, I realized fully how empty and demeaning my room was plus how pathetic my life's turned out. Still clutching my stomach, I gave up trying to seek help as I resolved to lie on my back. I wasn't going to die because death was already miles away from me, I could just endure all the pain till it goes away or when someone finally finds me; demise is far from me because even death wants me to live enough to get a full scale revenge.

I shut my eyes, possibly willing the tears to disappear but it still managed to drip, leaving bold dents on the floor. The last thing I heard were anxious cries and mumbles as I felt a rigorous shake on my body by people who cared enough to want to 'revive' me.

My peanut earnings from being a level one was laid out like cards in the open and the only thing I thought to establish is the fact that it shouldn't grace any hospital's reception because all I felt I needed was adequate rest, a couple of random painkillers and a cold route to revenge, just to be able to live and breach this life. I didn't care about anything else. My sole purpose in this life was revenge. It's the first air I breathe in when I wake and my tattered duvet when I lay my head to sleep at dusk.

When I opened my eyes, I quickly shut them because the lights had a blinding effect on me. Then I slowly opened them again, willing my orbs to adjust to my environment. I heard faint noises and then I sat up, I was in a stupid ward in a hospital. Heck! Who the hell brought me here just to suck up my little income?

A few pangs weighed on my chest and I was dizzy and still felt like I'd slept for months. God! I swear I don't need this now.. I shouldn't be bedridden when I should be out there making a freaking living for myself. Exasperated, I tore away the drips connected to some parts of my body, why do I even need this much?

True, I was still tired and I wasn't feeling myself and I also felt some crazy emotions piling up but that didn't matter right now because I should be off and on that stampede to get my revenge.

As I got down from the bed and as my feet came in contact with the cold floor, I saw the door slide open and in came Clara and Manie accompanied by a huge guy that appeared to be a bodyguard but obviously not Manie's. Clara walked up to me like she was going to scold me for getting rid of my drips and treatment.

"You didn't look to be this weak the last time I saw you," Manie eyed me up and down. "It's really annoying you end up here after a couple experiences and I have to clean up after you."

She scoffed. If by 'cleaning up after me' she meant things that included taking care of my hospital bills, then it means that my level one income was still alive and breathing still in my possession. I was relieved.

"Are you okay?" Clara asked me, looking for my eyes. I nodded as I heard her sigh a bit in relief.

"Clara.." Manie spoke up. "Clean her up and get her ready, we're leaving."

And as if Clara had been pre-informed, she was eager to pull off her assignment as she first grabbed my frame carefully and started to undo the hospital robe. Clara was going to change me into a new set of clothes and none of my audience even cared to give me some privacy or even turn their backs at least in an attempt to preserve my dignity.

Both Manie and Clara just stood like me being naked in front of their eyes was nothing and that means I at this point, have no dignity whatsoever to preserve.

Prostitutes don't have that thing called dignity, I hear.

My mind subscribed to numbness and there I was stripped naked and with no trembling effect, I was reclothed again much to a clean advantage.

Manie nodded her head in satisfaction as she declared our departure, not failing to beckon on me to follow. As Manie left with the huge looking bodyguard, Clara quickly tucked my level one income into my bra and squeezed my hands in reassurance.

"Where are they taking me?" I mumbled the question much to my annoyance.

Clara tried to draw up a smile. "To big daddy!"

I watched her lips press into a thin line and surprising enough, I didn't feel anything. Even the tiniest of emotional attachment was ruled out to be a waste of time in my head and I guess Clara was surprised at my unperturbed reaction to the news.

I didn't even care about what she thought or felt about the whole thing till now, I have a goal. As we left the hospital ward, I became more than certain that revenge is my life's purpose.

Clara and I had settled scores, you know about her makeup and clothes and whatsoever had previously tied us together.

What I got from her in return was a goodbye hug. My body didn't feel any inclination to return and afterwards, we parted ways; Clara to her slum as a level two and I, to the seed for my revenge.

I was dropped off with no belongings attached to my new identity in front of a huge mansion. It was just me and the untouched cash earlier tucked into my bra by Clara.

I scanned my surroundings and like I was in a different realm, I heard the aggressive barking of a dog my eyes registered charging towards me. In my head, its barks were not so loud and if it wasn't for the fact that I see it charging aggressively towards me, it was easier to believe it was so far away because its barks were a tad bit mild in my head.

As I watched the dog approach me, I was tempted to ask the universe what had really become of me because I didn't move and I didn't even feel any inclination to move or run.

I was just rooted like I was so sure this hostile creature wouldn't hurt me and it didn't because it abruptly came to a halt a couple of inches away from where I stood.

It sat down and wagged its tail urging me on to caress it and I had to squat to touch it with a domineering smirk etched to my face. I must admit it felt good. Was this a sign? A sign that I'd conquer big daddy and this life? Is it?

"Miss Ana," I stood upright as I heard my name to behold a lanky bodyguard who looked like he was about to shit his pants. "Follow me."

I touched my new found friend once again as I followed Mr lanky inside with the soft barks of the dog trailing behind me. I followed the bodyguard as we passed a few diners, a couple doors and climbed a few stairs.

Finally, we came face to face with a double door study room and just then, the bodyguard departed and left me to my fate to finally meet big daddy.

"Come in." I heard a voice call from inside as I took one more step closer to the door knob. This was it. This has to be it.

I heaved a sign and instead of pushing one part of it apart to get in, I pushed at both doors to give way and in my head, this has to be my grand entry to conquer my foes.

"You possess one hell of a nerve."

A short pot bellied man said as he puffed up smoke from his mouth whilst giving me an annoyed glare but even his expression didn't faze me. Then again he had to be a big daddy seeing him 'big' in its sense.

I quickly calculated being intimate with him for six months? It'll sure be a daunting experience but I'll surely build up a strategy to have my revenge and that already feels good being at the gate of ultimate victory. I had to swallow the lump in my throat as I eyed the short man detesting his appearance. Again, this had to be it.

"Ana right?" He questioned and I nodded.

"You got to use your voice ya know?" I heard a voice say as it made an unwanted appearance from an inner cubicle. I observed the glare from the short man agreeing with the man that appeared in front of me. He was tall, a bit muscular and.. handsome I must admit.

"Leave us John," the man said as the potbellied man's glare followed me till he was out of sight.

"Ana, correct?" The man asked again, challenging me to speak.

"Yes." I responded, my gaze didn't leave his face because I shouldn't look away and probably exude a timid and conquered personality.

"You're big daddy?" I asked without fear and a smirk came up his face.

"Why? I don't look big enough?" He scoffed and I confirmed big daddy wasn't the short ass man from earlier but this handsome muscular man in front of me.

He closed the space between us with his body as his proximity pushed his choking cologne up my nostrils and I must admit that he possessed an intimidating and a domineering nature much to the validation of the rumors about him but part of my goal is to not feel anything, even fear had to be out of the books.

"I believe there has to be a contract documented somehow by Manie on my behalf to carry on the six months deal?" I asked looking into his eyes and something about his expression portrayed amusement.

"Manie was right, fearless eh?" He said and I still didn't look away.

"There sure is.. baby girl," he said slowly as his breath fanned my face making me blink a few times.

"And the fact that someone as fearless as you ends up being my plaything, is strangely amusing."