Chapter 2

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 assuringly squeezed my hands after giving me a small bottle of gin and 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 away my body 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 candidate 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 few feet away and just then, the door shrieked open and in came my first male experience in level one.

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 revenge. 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 seat 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. Uninterestingly mute yet fascinating but you got to 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 groving 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 feedbacks on your inclination".

I had a brazen idea it'd be that way. "But luckily for you, there's a short cut 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 play thing 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 f**cked 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 attempt 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 caved 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 mouse 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 no where 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.