CHAPTER 2: Emily

    “How are you feeling tonight, ma’am?” Robert asks when he opens the back door of the limousine for me.

    “I don't know, Robert” I reply, my eyes meeting his as I force myself to smile. It’s not the "I'm fine" I always tell him, even if I’m not okay.

I was sixteen when Robert arrived. At first I was wary of him: some of Anne's  henchmen are creepy. Once I got to know Robert though, I soon realised he was one of the good ones. He’s a lovely man, and sincere.

Robert’s controlled by Anne just as much as I am, but from the very beginning, he’s always looked out for me. I’m not sure if I would’ve survived this long without him.

Especially after this awful night. He's the only one who truly asked how I was feeling. Planning to escape now will only jeopardize our lives now knowing how ruthless Anne is.

Robert escorts me up to the penthouse suite. It’s the room Anne reserves for her best clients. I’m on the verge of throwing up when we reach the door. I could feel myself shivering. 

    "I don't want to do this" I pleaded with Robert even though I knew there was nothing he could do. 

    “I will be right here” he says assuring me. It gives me the confidence I need to enter the room. Without Robert, I’m not sure I would’ve been able to go through with it.

    “Oh my god” I whisper to myself when I see the man who awaits me. He smiles broadly as soon as he sees me. 

    “Undress” he commands.

I had spent the previous six months training, being taught the art of seduction, but in this moment, everything is forgotten. All I want is to get this over with as fast as possible. 

     “Lie on the bed” he says harshly kicking his lips. I make my way to the bed like I was controlled.

Once I’ve laid down, I fix my gaze firmly on the ceiling above me. I can’t bring myself to make eye contact with him. I hear him shuffling around the room, but my eyes remain glued on the ceiling. 

He stands beside the bed, looking down at me. Out of the corner of my eye I can see him undressing. Quickly, I snap my eyes shut. 

    “Beautiful” He whispers.

My eyes spring open when I feel something drop beside me on the bed —a black bag, I don’t want to see what’s inside, so my eyes hastily move back to the ceiling. I hear the sound of the zipper over the erratic beating of my heart, before he grabs hold of my wrist.

    “This will ensure you stay exactly where I want you” he says.

I still can’t bring myself to look at him. The moment I feel the cool metal against my skin though, I can no longer look away.

“What are you doing?” I ask, the fear in my voice almost makes it unrecognisable. I want to scream, but I can’t.

    “Ensuring you can’t move”  his reply as he quickly fastens the handcuff around my wrist before securing it to the bed. Instinctively, my arm tugged from its position. I’m trapped. 

    “I can do this ... I can do this” I keep chanting in my head.

Soon, both arms and legs are tightly fastened to the bed posts. He has me spread out like a starfish.

    “Now that’s a sight” he murmurs as he bends down and retrieves his phone from the bag. Click ... click ... click, is all I hear as he snaps shots of me from different positions. Tears sting my eyes, but I blink them away.

When he’s done, he kneels on the mattress, making the bed dip. As his face comes towards mine, my eyes hastily close again. His wet mouth presses sickeningly against my lips briefly as his hands palm my breasts.

    “Your tits are perfect. By the feel of them, I’d say real” he whispers in his creepy voice as he roughly squeezes the one he was holding.

    “Open that pretty mouth of yours” he demands as his finger traces a line across my lips. “I’m looking forward to fucking it later”

I clamp my mouth shut tightly.

    “Open your fucking mouth” he sneers as his hand comes to rest around my throat. I open my mouth quickly.

I squirm as his chubby little fingers trail a line up my inner thigh.  I let out a groan of pain as he forcefully shoves a finger inside me. I’m not turned on in the slightest, and it hurts like hell.

“You like that don’t you, you filthy slut?”

    “Mmm, you taste delicious” he breathes as he places the finger that had been inside me into his mouth. My stomach turns as he opens the foil packet beside him, rolling a condom onto his little dick. 

At this point I'm grateful Anne had made me watch porno after porno in preparation for my new career. 

    “I’m gonna fuck you now. They say your first stays with you forever. I like the thought of you thinking about me for years to come”

A muffled whimper escapes as I try to close my legs, but it’s an impossibility. He settles himself between my thighs. He’s right about one thing, I’ll never forget this night. 

Never!

His fingers reach between us as he circles my clit, but it does nothing for my libido. Nothing this man could do would arouse me. He’s a turn-off. 

I cry out in pain as he forcefully pushes himself inside me. I try to think of the ocean, of rolling meadows, anything to escape this moment, but nothing works.

He’s making horrible grunting sounds as he continues to thrust inside me, over and over again. I’m in agony. It hurts so much more than I thought it would. The girls in the pornos always look like they’re enjoying the sex. Maybe they’re just good actors.

    “You’re so tight. I’m not sure I can last much longer. Your cunt feels amazing. So fucking good” His words turn my stomach. 

    “I need to see my cum on your pretty face”

With that statement, my eyes spring open again. My hands tug on the handcuffs around my wrists as my head thrashes from side to side, but there’s no escaping. I watch in horror as he strokes himself a few times before his body starts to tremble as he ejaculates all over my face.

That image, that sound, those feelings, will haunt me forever.

I start to choke as the vomit rises to my mouth. My tears are falling freely now as he hops off me and retrieves his phone again. Click ... click ... click.....

    “I’m  gonna enjoy looking at these later” he says motioning to the phone.

After placing the phone beside the bed, he unfastens the handcuffs.

     “You were worth every cent. I’m looking forward to having you again. Go clean yourself up and get back here”  he says, dismissing me.

Getting off the bed, I crawl across the carpet trying to put some distance between us. He comes up behind me, slapping me hard on the arse.

    “I’m gonna fuck this too before the night is out”

I whimper as I scramble to the bathroom. All I want to do is get away from him as fast as I can. I don’t even allow myself time to get cleaned up. His filth is still all over me.

As soon as I fling the door open. My eyes land on Robert, unease on his face as he approaches me. I break down the moment I collapse in his open arms.

    “What the fuck did he do to you?” he scoops me into his arms and carries me to the lift. Once inside, he places me on my feet and retrieves a handkerchief from his pocket, which he uses to wipe the cum out of my long dark hair as humiliation floods me. 

He sends me to the bathroom to get cleaned up while he calls Anne and asks she come straight over.

    “Grow the fuck up, Emily” She spat at me as soon as she sees me. 

Anne sends Robert away. Reaching out, she roughly grabs my hair and pulls me to my feet.

    “You ever pull a stunt like this again, “I’ll fucking kill you!” she snarls into my face. 

I look at her eyes and saw she meant every word she said. I feel fear down my spine. 

    "What do you think? All the life of luxury I gave you?"

    "But you're my mother" I say almost in a whisper.

Anne laughs wickedly "oh please! Of course I am" 

She turns to leave the rooms and pauses at the door "Ready yourself baby girl, this is just the beginning and remember if you try anything stupid again, I will kill you!"