Chapter 05
Sofia Bliss
The night slipped by, and I didn’t even notice.
I sat there, hunched on the couch with Letícia’s laptop burning into my thighs, the blue light searing my eyes.
I searched for everything—
“temporary jobs,” “quick gigs,” “same-day pay.”
I sent out résumés, filled out endless forms, joined job groups, forums, anything.
Nothing felt real.
Nothing felt like enough.
And of course... it was the middle of the damn night.
Nobody was going to answer.
Still, I kept going.
Typing like my fingers were the only thing keeping the truth at bay.
But it was there.
Lurking.
Watching me.
By five a.m., my whole body was shaking—from fear, from exhaustion... from hunger.
My stomach growled loud enough to echo.
I stood slowly, feet dragging across the cold floor.
When I looked out the living room window, the sky was starting to pale.
I crossed the apartment like someone walking through a minefield, every step heavier than the last.
And there she was again.
Letícia.
Wearing an oversized hoodie, eyes puffy with sleep, hair a tangled mess.
Just standing there by the sink.
When she saw me, she didn’t say anything—just came over and wrapped me in a hug so tight, it felt like she was trying to hold together all the pieces I couldn’t anymore.
“Did you sleep?” she whispered, voice scratchy.
I shook my head.
“I spent the whole night looking for a job. Anything. But… nothing. No replies.”
She pulled away, slow and careful, then sighed.
“I figured,” she muttered, turning to grab the coffee pot.
I stayed there, standing, watching her back while the smell of coffee slowly filled the space.
She poured a cup and handed it to me.
“Here. Drink. It’ll help clear your head.”
I wrapped both hands around the mug. My fingers were frozen, stiff.
That heat… was the only thing that felt alive in me.
After a while, I took a shower.
Let the hot water run over me like it could rinse off all the fear, all the shame.
But no steam, no soap, no pressure could clean that out of me.
When I got out, I wrapped the towel tight around my body and stared at myself in the mirror.
Sunken eyes.
Dark circles like bruises.
I barely recognized myself.
Back in the bedroom, I dropped onto the bed like I was falling into a bottomless pit.
Letícia showed up at the door a moment later, her face twisted with concern.
I looked at her for a long time, then finally took a breath and said—
“If…
If I wake up later today and there’s still no reply…
I want you to tell me.
Everything.
About your job.
Everything I need to know to go with you.”
She stood still, like she’d been waiting to hear those words—
like she’d known they were coming.
“You sure?”
I closed my eyes.
“Not yet.
But I’m getting there.”
She just nodded, then closed the door gently behind her.
And I was left alone.
Alone with the sound of my own heartbeat.
Alone with the terrifying thought that maybe…
My only way out was to dive straight into the very thing I’d been running from.
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I woke up late.
The room was dim, stuffy. I grabbed my phone.
No calls.
No replies.
Just texts from Aunt Marta:
“The doctor says he’s still very weak because of the broken neck.”
“They started antibiotics.”
“We’re trying to negotiate the payment.”
My stomach flipped.
That was it.
There was no more waiting.
No more excuses. No more time. No more illusions.
The only thing left... was action.
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I walked out of the room and found Letícia in hers, sitting in front of the mirror.
She was gliding eyeliner across her eyelid.
Her black dress hugged her body like a second skin.
Heels by the bed.
Perfume in the air.
An open purse with items I didn’t immediately recognize.
She looked at me through the mirror and gave a soft smile.
“Did you get some sleep?”
“It’s almost time to go,” she said, calmly applying her lipstick.
I stood there for a moment, my fingers fidgeting.
Then I took a deep breath.
“Tell me…”
“How does it work?”
“What do I have to do?”
Letícia paused mid-swipe, the lipstick hovering in the air. She turned her head and looked straight at me.
“Are you sure about this, Sofia?”
“I don’t have a choice anymore.”
She sighed, set the lipstick down on the vanity, and patted the bed beside her.
“Come here. I’ll explain everything.”
I sat down, not sure what to expect.
She crossed her legs, took a breath, and began:
“The club is in a secluded part of the city, on the south side. Over there, no one asks questions. No one sees anything. It’s like the whole area pretends the place doesn’t exist.
Cops? They stay away. They don’t interfere. Because the clients... they’re powerful. Big names.”
“Most of the women who work with me aren’t prostitutes. Not escorts, either. They perform. They dominate. They build fantasies.”
“Each has her own style. Some use force. Some just give orders.
Some listen to confessions. Others wear leather masks and make men crawl on all fours.”
“It sounds insane, I know.”
I listened in silence, my throat tight.
The words felt too far from my world.
But… was I even part of that world anymore?
“And you?” I asked. “What do you do?”
She smiled—part amused, part proud.
“I’m one of the dominants.
I wear heels, tight outfits, sometimes a whip. But I don’t go too far. I like controlling with just my voice. My presence.”
“That’s what they want, you know?
To be ruled by a woman.”
“To be humiliated.”
“Pushed past their limits.”
My mind drifted, just for a moment, to that night. That dream.
The man kneeling, suit wrinkled, cock hard and outlined through his pants, begging me… pleading.
The heat rushed through my body so fast, I had to blink a few times to steady myself.
Could that... really exist?
Could I actually do it?
My cheeks burned.
But I didn’t deny it.
I didn’t say “no.”
“I’ll go.”
“Tonight.”
Letícia stared at me for a few seconds, measuring if I truly meant it.
Then she nodded.
“Alright. Come on. Let’s get you ready.”
She walked to the closet, opened a hidden drawer, and pulled out a black box. The moment she lifted the lid, my heart started racing.
Inside was a collection of black lace, thin leather straps, garter belts, velvet chokers, metal-clasp corsets, dark lipsticks, false lashes…
An entire world I’d only seen in books. Or shameful daydreams.
She pulled out a set and handed it to me.
“Try this one. It’s subtle but hugs your curves just right. You’ll look perfect.”
I took the outfit with trembling hands.
Made my way to the bathroom and changed in silence.
When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back.
The black corset hugged my waist tight, pushing my breasts up, making them look fuller, more exposed.
The fitted skirt clung to my legs like it had been painted on, and the heels—God, the heels—made me feel like someone else entirely.
Taller.
Stronger.
More... woman.
Letícia stepped into the room slowly, her makeup kit in hand.
She had me sit in front of her like it was some kind of sacred ritual.
“Tonight,” she whispered, picking up a brush, “you get to be whoever you want. But most of all… someone no one can break.”
She painted me in shadows and confidence.
Luminous skin. Eyes smoked in wine and black. Lips painted a red that wasn’t loud, but made a statement.
She let a few strands of my hair fall loose and clasped a tight choker around my neck.
When I turned back to the mirror, something inside me clenched.
Sofia Bliss was gone.
And in her place stood a woman I didn’t even recognize.
Feline eyes. Steady gaze.
A body that spoke every word I never dared to say.
Sexy.
Cold.
Untouchable.
And that’s exactly who I needed to be.
“How do I look?” I asked, a little unsure.
Letícia gave me a slow, proud smile.
“Unbelievable.”
I looked at myself again.
The shame was gone. So was the fear.
The truth? For the first time… I felt something different.
A strange kind of power. A heat I couldn’t explain.
And maybe that’s what would save me.
If I wanted to survive… I’d have to become someone who didn’t feel anymore.
Someone untouchable.
Even if it was just a role I played.
Even if it cost me everything.