93. Prostitution

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 f