SARAH COX
I sat down on my usual wooden chair staring at Mark as he ate. He didn't bother to call me and he made it known to me that unless he gives me food, I cannot have food.
"Are you hungry?" He asked me and I shook my head.
Lies.
Lies.
I was hungry. My stomach was grumbling yet I had nothing to feed it.
"You know I got a new job today. I am so happy about it. Finally, I get little money and I can send money to my mom and my sister. I also got a job for you," he said, smirking at me and I knew the job he has in mind isn't a good one.
"Do you want to know what the job is?" He asked, curling his lips to the side.
"I will be doing you a huge favor and you will be doing me good back. I mean, after all, you ruined me and this is the least you can do for me," he let out sarcastic laughter that made the knots in my stomach tighten.
"You are such an ingrate. A very useless person and instead of you smiling, you are saying nothing!" He spat out, glaring at me and I forced a smile on my face to avoid being hit by him.
I was tired of being beaten. My body was weak already and he was starving me too. I could tell that Sophia was yet to text him back as he hasn't attacked me because I was sure he would if he had gotten a text from her and I pray that he doesn't get a text from her so that he doesn't hit me.
I pray she is on her way and they are making their way here because I need to leave this place.
"If you do well, you will get a bite of this hamburger but if you do not act well, then you will have to starve until tomorrow because there is no food for lazy and worthless people like you," he said to me.
"Do you want to know how I got this?" He asked and I nodded my head.
He told me that I was only allowed to shake and nod my head and can only talk when he permits me to. He said he cannot do anything unless he wants me to because he is in charge.
"Speak," he demanded.
"Yes," I replied, feeling my lips too dry. I wanted water but until he allowed it, I couldn't drink water.
I was tired of thinking positively with him. The man in front of me is Mark and his real nature of him. He has abused me and made me regret ever falling in love.
I do not believe in love anymore and I do not look forward to falling in love has cost me after what love has cost me after all I did for it.
"I got a job for you. Not a job but you are going to repay me for the misfortune and also the bad luck so I want you to do your best in serving the customer properly, is that understood?" He asked and I smiled in anger.
I wonder about the customer he was talking about and what his plans were. I just hope it's not a stupid plan because Mark and stupidity weren't far from each other.
"You are going to be a prostitute," he said sternly with a smile on his face and I almost choked from the statement.
I must have heard him wrongly. There was no way he was referring to me. There is absolutely no way.
I, a prostitute? Not me.
"Some men will be coming here to see you. I will take your bath for you so that you will be looking very good when they come and ready to serve them. They already paid me a huge sum of money and so you will just have to get prepared," he told me with a wide smile on his face.
"That's the job you are referring to?" I asked him and he nodded his head.
I screamed mentally in anger. Not only has he ruined me but now he wants to turn me into a prostitute? I cannot believe it. He has become a worse monster than he already is and all I prayed for was for my sister to come here and save me because I was going to finally leave this world today.
"You won't..."
"I don't want to hear you speak and trust me when I tell you that I won't let you do anything stupid okay. They already paid me and so you won't ruin it for me. You are going to serve the men when they come..."
"Men?" I cut him off in disbelief.
"Yes. Men. Not two men but three. They will be taking you at once," he said without remorse and all I wanted to do was slap him right across the face for the huge disrespect.
He has done nothing than put me down and made me look stupid. I have never felt this way in my life before and it hurts so much.
He was going to turn me into a prostitute and that's not all, he was going to ruin my life.
"You are a monster!" I spat out loud, no longer scared of what he'd do to me because I was ready to die.
My only regret would be not being able to apologize to my parents for what I did to them. I wish I could go back in time but sadly I couldn't and so I would have to go through all of this.
"I hate you," I snarled and he let out a loud laugh.
"I hate you so much, Sarah. Do you think it's not mutual?" He clicked his tongue.
"Trust me when I tell you that it's mutual. We both hate ourselves and that's it," he retorted.
He got up from where he was seated and walked toward me. "It's time to clean you up because our guest will be coming in less than an hour and I can't have you looking like a rag, can I?" He said, pulling me from the chair by holding my arms.
I fought back, refusing to move but his hold only tightened.
"Do not test my patience, Sarah. I would make you cry if you do not respect yourself. If you act like a good girl, you will get food and If you do not act like a good girl then you will starve," he warned.
I spat on his face, feeling disgusted by his sight. I waited for him to hit me but to my surprise, he didn't.
He wiped his face and glared at me. "The only reason I'm not hitting you is that I have to make you look good for our guests as they expect you to look good but when they leave, you will regret making me angry," he seethes before carrying me and putting me on his shoulder.
I hit his back as he carried me.
"Let go of me bastard! I'm not a prostitute!" I screamed but he laughed hard in return.
"Well you are not one yet but you are about to," he said, tearing off my clothes and I fought him.
"Keep testing my patience and you will be tied, trust me," he said but that doesn't let me stop.
I kept fighting and pushing him and so he twisted my hand to the back and punched me on my back. I felt my limbs weaken. I felt like I was going to pass out.
I'm in a weak state, Mark bathes me, wrapped a towel around my body, and carried me out. Like a fool, I watched as he put on a dress with no underwear, and he dry and comb my hair.
"You are good to go this way," he said to me as I seated on the bed with tears in my eyes.
"I do not want to tie you but if you force me to, I will," he said.
He touched my face a little with some makeup and I let him. This was my punishment for leaving my parents when they needed me and if eventually, I am alive, I shall tell this story.
"They are here," Mark said when he heard the sound of the bell.
A smile formed on his face. "You better be on your best behavior. If you are on your best behavior then I might as well treat your right. This is going to be a very good business for us if only you maintain so do this for me okay?" He winked at me and I stared at him with a blank look.
He pulled me up from the bed. "Smile," he insisted but I did not do as told.
The part of my body he punched was still weak and it felt as if I couldn't use my hands to talk more of lifting them.
He made me walk downstairs with him.
"You better smile now that we are here or else, you won't like what it is I'd do to you," he warned.