I woke up and let Daisy sleep through the morning. We don’t need to be out so early and after staying up until early morning with D and then getting up a few hours later with Marc she needed sleep, so I let her.After having dinner we set off, and she sits quietly, the same awkwardness grows. I know it’s caused by me pushing her out, and hurting her. She still isn’t the same woman from the start who sat and talked to me at night.I need to give her a chance to realise I made mistakes but don’t plan to leave her again. I stop outside a building and we walk in together. It’s an underground poker club. It has a story though, I get her a drink, and we sit playing and she is good. I thought that time at the Casino was beginner's luck as D suspected. Only it isn’t, somehow she wins, and I don’t know how.Three hours later I pull her through to the small restaurant attached and we sit to eat, her eyes are on me and she is confused.“This place was the first business that my dad bought in thi
I wake up with the sun bright. Groaning I cover my face to hide from it and hear Cal chuckle.“The downside, while at night it is dark, and only the stars can be seen. It’s beautiful and peaceful, but mornings, well as soon as the son wakes up you have to.” He pulls me to him.“Thank you, Cal.” I kiss him and cuddle closer. He’s right, it’s far too early but it’s too bright now the sun is up. “So, what is the plan for today?” The last few days have been weird, and I have found myself missing them, I see one of them and then I don’t see them for two days. It feels weird.“Home, and live our life.”“You say that like it is simple Cal.”“It is, we have each other. That is all that matters puddin. Me, you and them. Come on, let’s go.” He gets up and drags me up with him, leaving me with no choice but to listen. I don’t mind though. I missed D, it’s been two days since I saw him.It feels weird, it's been one day since I saw Mac but even that it feels wrong. I stay quiet as he drives us b
It has been five months. Things calmed down a lot and we moved into the new house and the longer I was there the more I realised they were right. At their place I didn’t feel comfortable, I never felt like it was mine.It meant I hid away, I avoided rooms. The new house is different, I no longer worry or question if I should walk into the office, I no longer worry about going into any of the rooms.Standing I smile at myself in the mirror. They are fucking crazy. Apparently, I keep putting off agreeing to marry them, so this morning, D woke me up and told me to get ready. As I was about to grab clothes after showering he handed me a garment bag.I laughed hard when I opened it and saw the dress. His only response was no more hiding or delaying it. So, I guess today we get married. Which fucked up my plans, again! All week I have been trying to get them sat together, but they have constantly been in and out.Yesterday D travelled to Wolverson City which delayed my plan another day. Tod
I should be happy, but how can I be? I am barely twelve and have been forced into this new life of mine. No, that is wrong, this isn't my life, it is theirs. They have the right to use me however they wish, apparently, though I am not good enough for my parents, and I cost too much. Even doing all the chores around the house and working every day. All the money I earn goes to them. I guess I don't earn the money. They earn it from renting me out.I listen to their words, my ear pressed against the door, but it simply mumbles. My parents warned me a week ago, that they can't afford to keep me, even with me working and giving them every penny. Not that I have a choice however when it goes straight to their bank."Ten thousand." That I heard, is that really how little they see my worth? I hear them agree, moving I step back and sit on the small mattress. I want to say this will be good. Maybe this woman will be nice, won't use me like my parents did? Then again, they will want me to e
Within a few months I had settled into my new life, every now and then I made mistakes and wouldn't get to eat. I was still known as Mutt, however. Which Mrs. Jones and everyone reminded me daily that it was my fault. If I didn't keep arguing and saying my name, I wouldn't be called Mutt any longer. Closing the door I relax. It is nearly midnight. Cleaning today took longer. James, Mrs Jones' son had friends around, so my usual cleaning routine took far longer than it normally would. Sitting in my small cell, I take out the pencil and paper. It is the only thing I have. Drawing a cake with candles, I wish myself a happy birthday before rubbing out the image. I learnt quickly, that paper is sacred. I am given maybe five sheets a month, some months less. So after using a piece of paper, I would rub out the pencil to reuse it. My mind can't help but wonder what my parents are doing. Are they sitting there wishing me a happy birthday? Do they even remember it is my birthday? They
I had thought Mrs Jones was bad. I soon found out just how wrong I was. Dean is the devil, literally. If I could go back to Mrs Jones, I would have my bags packed and ready. Or rather bag. Dean and his gambling problem cause drama for everyone. We have moved cities three times since I was sold to him. He gambles, raising his debt to others in the city then makes us all run and hide. This new city will be the same as the last ones. My role will be the same. I am used to the clubs now, I am used to my roles within them. I am used to the show now. I’m Twenty-eight and know the way to get men to pay extra, to pick me before the other women. It’s the starting point I hate. I hate it more that this is a new city, somewhere I have never been. I knew the men where we were, but apparently, this city had more money. It is a clean city, in the sense no one knows Dean and he owes no one anything. I stand next to the other women, and I can feel Dean’s eyes on me from the corner of the room.
It is rare I drink anything other than water. I place the glass down and move forward to kiss him, his hand going up and stopping me. Shit, I am in trouble now. “Sorry, I’m new to this place, I don’t know the rules.” Maybe I shouldn’t lead here? “Miss Raven, right?” He looks at me and I nod. “I’m Demitri, what is your name?” He smiles at me. “Dais-Erm-Cherry.” I never get asked my name, and when I was sold Dean told me my name was Cherry if I was ever working, it suited me better for what I was to do. “Cherry. It is nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand I shake it. I’m confused, he paid to have me in this room and is talking to me? “Can I ask you something, Cherry?” I nod, feeling nervous. “Are you really happy with selling your body?” “It is money.” I smile at him. “I know, but surely you are not happy to have different men use you for pennies when you’re worth far more?” I stare at him. “You have choices, you realise that right? Sure, this is an easy way to make qui
I sit and look at her, fascinated that she is here. Partly because it breaks the fucking rules, but more that she is here. She looks wild, just caged. Part of me wants to walk outside and find Dean, but my hands are tied. That contract can’t be changed, so she is his. Even if it is disgusting how he treats her. So I won’t, for her, I won’t. I stare at her, and her eyes are beautiful, huge and blue. How anyone can look at her and hurt her I won’t understand. I should leave, every moment I spend here with her is another moment I want to break that Dean guy's jaw. Standing I smile at her. “It was nice to meet you, Daisy.” I nod to her slightly and turn, as I reach the door I hear her quiet whimper and stop. “You’re crying?” I stand and look at her. “It’s fine, just go.” She stands up and tries to look defiant yet she looks exhausted and like she needs sleep. “Clearly it isn’t, you look disappointed.” “I’m not disappointed Mr. Devil, I am merely exhausted and know what is to come on
It has been five months. Things calmed down a lot and we moved into the new house and the longer I was there the more I realised they were right. At their place I didn’t feel comfortable, I never felt like it was mine.It meant I hid away, I avoided rooms. The new house is different, I no longer worry or question if I should walk into the office, I no longer worry about going into any of the rooms.Standing I smile at myself in the mirror. They are fucking crazy. Apparently, I keep putting off agreeing to marry them, so this morning, D woke me up and told me to get ready. As I was about to grab clothes after showering he handed me a garment bag.I laughed hard when I opened it and saw the dress. His only response was no more hiding or delaying it. So, I guess today we get married. Which fucked up my plans, again! All week I have been trying to get them sat together, but they have constantly been in and out.Yesterday D travelled to Wolverson City which delayed my plan another day. Tod
I wake up with the sun bright. Groaning I cover my face to hide from it and hear Cal chuckle.“The downside, while at night it is dark, and only the stars can be seen. It’s beautiful and peaceful, but mornings, well as soon as the son wakes up you have to.” He pulls me to him.“Thank you, Cal.” I kiss him and cuddle closer. He’s right, it’s far too early but it’s too bright now the sun is up. “So, what is the plan for today?” The last few days have been weird, and I have found myself missing them, I see one of them and then I don’t see them for two days. It feels weird.“Home, and live our life.”“You say that like it is simple Cal.”“It is, we have each other. That is all that matters puddin. Me, you and them. Come on, let’s go.” He gets up and drags me up with him, leaving me with no choice but to listen. I don’t mind though. I missed D, it’s been two days since I saw him.It feels weird, it's been one day since I saw Mac but even that it feels wrong. I stay quiet as he drives us b
I woke up and let Daisy sleep through the morning. We don’t need to be out so early and after staying up until early morning with D and then getting up a few hours later with Marc she needed sleep, so I let her.After having dinner we set off, and she sits quietly, the same awkwardness grows. I know it’s caused by me pushing her out, and hurting her. She still isn’t the same woman from the start who sat and talked to me at night.I need to give her a chance to realise I made mistakes but don’t plan to leave her again. I stop outside a building and we walk in together. It’s an underground poker club. It has a story though, I get her a drink, and we sit playing and she is good. I thought that time at the Casino was beginner's luck as D suspected. Only it isn’t, somehow she wins, and I don’t know how.Three hours later I pull her through to the small restaurant attached and we sit to eat, her eyes are on me and she is confused.“This place was the first business that my dad bought in thi
I am nervous for today, Cal and D left early to get work done. Partly because I asked for the house to be empty, but partly because they had work to do as well. Cooking breakfast I leave it on the hot plates and carry through her coffee.Placing it on the side, I lean over and kiss her gently, watching as she stirs and awakens. She smiles at me and looks next to her confused.“D and Cal left to sort out work. Today you’re all mine, so I brought you coffee.”She wraps her arms around my neck pulling me to her, her legs wrapping around my body and I laugh as she begins stripping me. I don’t stop her, I just watch her in amazement as she gets us both naked alone without any help from me.She moves, pushing me over so she is straddling me. I don’t stop her, I let her take control. My eyes are on her body as she moves, lowering herself on my length. Her hips roll against me. My hands move up and grasp her hips lightly. I didn’t want to control this, so I don’t hold her tight. I keep my eye
We get in and I remind Marc to meet in the room in half an hour. I walk to my room and quickly get changed. I then place little things around the house to make D think he has found me when in fact he hasn’t. Some of the clues lead him to a trap. Or an item I want him to use.Half an hour later I’m in the room and Marc walks in.“If he doesn’t find you quickly, you might want to scream and be saved.” He chuckles and fastens my arms up. “Are you sure you want to do this? You’re giving him an invitation to play in a way he craves.” He is worried.“I’m sure Marc, thank you.” I smile and watch him walk out. I keep my eyes on the clock, it should take five minutes if he gets the hints quick enough. I listen to the music I had put on, the music playlist that D made. All the songs are about sex, masochists, pain and blood.Fifteen minutes later the door opens and he stands looking confused as fuck which is sweet. His hands have hold of all the items he collected on his journey to find me.“Li
I walk into her room and smile, she turns and looks at me confused.“Okay little birdie, we have plans today. So, wear jeans, but bring a very sexy short dress and heels with you to get changed into.” I step towards her and she nods.“Fine with me daddy, what are we doing?”“It’s a surprise, did you choose a name yet for the puppy?” We’re just calling it boy because she can’t pick a name.“I did pick, you said no.” Okay, so she did pick, but I don’t agree with it.“See it as practice for when we have a baby, that will be worse.” I laugh at her face.“One of you would need to fuck me for that to happen.” She glares at me and I laugh.“We’re giving you time to heal, I’ve been giving you warnings of what is to come little birdie. Don’t forget, they were not empty promises. Now, do we have a name that I can agree with?”“Fine, how about Bonkers?” She grins and me. “He is, just saying the name fits.” She stands smug. She thinks I won’t agree.“Little birdie, don’t play games.”“I’m not, I
It has been just over a week now since we rescued Daisy. We’ve had the funerals for the guards, Daisy came with us to them all to show her respect and to show she was grateful for their sacrifice to try and save her. We all held her as she cried for Troy, they had become close. Maybe even friends although he wouldn’t have ever admitted that because he would fear D would kill him.We took care of the guard's families, ensuring they wouldn’t struggle. Then we organised our guards, ensuring everyone would be safe. It feels strange that things are almost back to normal.I’m sitting in the office with D and Cal, Daisy is cooking after I made up the excuse that we had business things to sort out. She agreed to cook while we discussed it. The fact is I just needed us to have a bit of time without her listening.“Come on, speak.” Cal looks at me like he’s waiting for bad news. In reality that’s all we ever seem to get so I can’t blame him for thinking it.“I was just thinking, now things are
It’s been four days since we went to Deans and let the women know they were free. A few of them have stayed here wanting work, others are staying until they decide, and some went to the Wolversons. I’m glad they all get a happy after, they deserve it.D has been weird. He’s been singing songs in my ears or playing songs to me. I walk into the dance studio and go to turn the music a song comes on I don’t know, looking it up it’s ‘Trey Songz – More than That’ I click skip, only for the next song to be worse, the words have my eyes widening and looking up the song I find it is by ‘Plies ft. Pleasure – Get you wet.’I hold back the scream and skip the song, the intro to the next song has me laughing, I know this one. I walk to the door and open it.“D! What did you do to my dance music? You even put 'nine-inch nails, closer' on it? Really?” I wait and hear Calix and Marc laughing, walking out I go and find them. “Where is he, and what is going on? Three days now of music about sex.”They
Daisy had fallen asleep against me. I carried her out in my arms, refusing to let go of her even once we got home. I climbed into bed with her in my arms and fell asleep almost instantly. I didn’t realise how much better I slept with her next to me.Waking up I smile down at her as she stays wrapped around my body, we need to get cleaned up, and the bedding. I didn’t bother even trying to shower, which means the blood that was all over me from our enemies now coats the bed. Kissing her forehead I try to awaken her but she simply snuggles closer.I need to get up, not so much her. Walking through to the bathroom I get showered and then dressed before walking to the kitchen, just as I am reaching it D walks out with Marc and the food.“We cooked, is she up?” I shake my head at Marc.“Okay, I will wake her. We eat, then go to Dean’s to give the women back their lives. Daisy comes with us.”“What about the women who were bad to her?” D looks at us and I shake my head.“D, those women were