Chapter 6

Sarah

After last night, the last thing I needed was to be woken up by Simon. When I pick up the phone, I can't help but roll my eyes.

- Good morning, Simon. Don't tell me that David is in trouble again.

- No. That idiot has a hangover. It serves him well. Anyway, I wanted to tell you to stop by my office before going to work. I need to talk to you face to face.

- I'll be there as fast as possible, but did I do something wrong? I got David…

- You did nothing wrong, my dear. I want you at my office. You don’t need to run; I’m still at my house.

And he hangs up.

“Fuck. What he won’t now? Hope it’s not sex.”

I can stop a chill in my stomach.

Flashback to hell

Alone, locked in the office of the man who caused her father's death, she begs under the man's cold gaze.

- Miss Scott, business is business. Your father knew the conditions when he accepted my money. What do I care if you're going to live on the street with your mother? That property is not even enough to cover the remaining debt.

- Please, Mr. Campbell. I will do whatever you want.

- Whatever I want? – replies the man with a grim.

Sarah shudder.

- Absolutely everything. - She would not have been in that situation if her father had thought about his wife and daughter before doing business with the Mob.

Simon gets up and moves forward until he is just a few inches away from Sarah. Using two fingers, he raised her head and, looking at the 19-year-old woman kneeling before him, said:

- Then blow me in to accept helping you.

- What? – she says, horrified.

The 56-year-old man looked at her with a sinister smile.

- You said you would do anything to save your mother from being kicked out of my new house. So blow me.

- Sir, I never…

Simon turned his back.

- Get out, Miss Scott, and make the most of the time you have left packing your mother's clothes. Furniture is part of the house, so don't take away painting. I have men watching.

Sarah raises her hand and holds the man's arm.

- Please, sir. I beg you.

Simon turns and looks at her with a victorious smile.

- You know what to do if you want to see my kindness.

Sarah, Look back at the door.

- No one will go in, or do you plan on going out?

With trembling hands, she unzips Simon's expensive pants but pauses.

- Go on. Do not stop now. The best way to learn to do a good job is with practice.

She reaches into his pants, pulling out the man's cock, which immediately becomes hard.

She closes her eyes, trying not to throw up.

- Are you going to worship my dick, or are you going to do something with it? – Simon asks impatiently.

She reaches down, on her knees, until her mouth is practically in contact with the cock of the man she despises most in the world. Her stomach threatened to turn upside down, and she just wanted to vomit what she hadn't even eaten.

Trying to keep her breathing controlled, she opens her mouth and lets the man's cock enter. With hesitant movements, she moves her head back and forth.

- For God's sake, Miss Scott. Is that the best you can do?

She tries to speed up the pace, but Simon holds her head with both hands, preventing any movement, and regardless of the choking and reflux that his cock causes every time he hits the back of her throat, he fucks her mouth violently and without any mercy.

The abuse only lasted 3 minutes, but to Sarah, it seemed like an eternity. Only when he comes into her mouth, as deep as he can, letting out a moan of satisfaction, does he let go of Sarah's head, which immediately leans to the side, throwing up the semen that the man had forced her to swallow.

Simon lifts half his mouth in a sinister smile. He puts his cock in his pants and returns to his chair behind the desk. He leans back and crosses his fingers over his chest.

- You made a mess of my office floor. Everyone will know what you did.

Scared and crying, she looks at the floor.

- Please, sir, let me go to the bathroom and get something to clean this.

Simon looks at her and guffaws.

Then he points to the bathroom, and Sarah runs to it.

She cleans the floor as best she can and then stays still in front of that man.

- This, Miss Scott, gained you a few more days. Based on your poor performance, you are a virgin. I have a proposal for you. If you accept it, I will give you a document guaranteeing that your father's debt is settled with the company and your mother keeps her house. If you collaborate with me, neither your mother nor you will lack anything. I know you're taking a college course. Even your course will be paid in full. Oh, and do not think you can fool me after getting the house. It's a contract. If you break it, you will not lose only the house.

Sarah, who had barely recovered, looks at the man and, with hesitation, asks.

- Which proposal?

- Tonight at 8 pm, meet me in the penthouse of my hotel. We will have a nice dinner, and then I'll fuck you all night. This virginity of yours will be the first payment of your father's remaining debt. I will decide how many payments you have to make.

- Do you want me to be your lover?

- My lover? – Simon laughs - You must think highly of yourself to think you can be my lover. I want your virginity and your body. You will be just another whore, getting paid by cleaning your stupid father’s debts. And if I feel like fucking you, you just have to go to me and open your legs. Simple proposal. As for your future, it's guaranteed. When you finish the course, I will find something for you to do. You will learn what it means to work for a Campbell, and Miss Scott, to be initiated into my organization, you will have to do everything I say, without doubts, questions or hesitations.

- Will you force me to work in your organization after you take me to bed? And if...

- Do you have a problem with that? This is a contract. I will fuck you while you're at college and after you finish... Well, I'll keep fucking you if I won't, but you will work for me. You are a woman with a clean past. Someone that Simon Campbell saved from ruin and prostitution for a living. You will be a good pet toy and saved from ruin.

Sarah shudders again.

“Am I saved?”

Sarah wanted to cry, but she couldn't afford that luxury. She couldn't be more desperate than she was.

- How will it be, Miss Scoot? Will you accept my proposal or let your mother sleep under the bridge?

Sarah closes her eyes and sees her entire past disappear as if hidden by fog. Only the dark future that awaits her remains visible. It's not for her but for her poor mother.

- I accept.

End flashback