Compelled to go out 2

Clair pov.

Still feeling anxious about tonight, I walked briskly from the office towards my room. I closed the door as soon as I entered and let out a whoosh of breath, hoping to calm myself down. But my heart was still frantic. What if I panic there? What if those memories make it so hard for me to enjoy? Or worse. What if I stumble across someone who knew I was the girl Mr. Stone used to keep for himself?

My anxiety skyrocketed at that thought. No. No. That cannot happen. No one should know that it was me. No one can know about my past. I started to feel dizzy and I felt as if the whole room was spinning. My breathing laboured. I took desperate deep gasps of breath as I held on to my head and leaned against the closed door. The whole room felt hot, despite the turned on air conditioner and little beads of sweat soaked my shirt. 

“No...please.....” I whispered as I slid down the door. “Please.....” I gasped.

Little drops of tears rolled down my cheeks as I felt the whole place darken. No. Please. Not now. I don’t want to think about those days. Please..... Leave me alone.....

*Flash back*

I looked at my reflection with a bored expression. Tonight was the night of the monthly get together of Mr. Stone and his friends and allies. They would gather all the new girls they had stolen from the rural areas, force them to dress up in skimpy clothes and display themselves in front of all those people. 

Among them were the masters and madams of the brothels. Whoever Mr. Stone and his friends were interested in would be chosen as VIP girls while the rest of them will be chosen by the masters and madams to be taken to their brothels. I also was among them the first time they brought me here. I don’t know if it was my good luck or not to be chosen by Mr. Stone. I felt as if we were a piece of furniture or piece of art work which is being auctioned away. 

I bit my lips, wishing that my life turned out differently. I considered myself lucky to be chosen by Mr. Stone, because it meant that to stay in the mansion I wouldn't have to worry about trying to get many customers. However, it was pure torture to witness the girls struggle and beg to let them go back to their families. It was so hard to see their tears each time. I pity them. They were stolen from their homes, most probably where their families loved  and cherished them, while I didn’t have a loving home to go back to. All what I had was heartless bitch who sold me away who most probably wouldn’t think twice before hurting me once again 

So I didn’t even try to resist. Instead, I learned to go with the flow. I did whatever they asked me to. The worst day was my first day here, when Mr. Stone almost forced himself on me. That day he threatened to cut my fingers if I disagreed to sleep with him. That night I cried my eyes out on his bed. It was the worst night of my life. Far worse than the day I found out that I was orphaned. 

That night, Mr. Stone took my virginity, and my innocence away. It hurt so bad. I didn’t know what hurt more. The pain of losing my virginity without my consent or the pain that I felt in my heart. 

However, that was the last of it. That night, I wiped my tears away and resolved to face the world with all the courage I could muster. I did realize that I didn’t have a family who loved me. Even if I did manage to save myself, I didn’t have a home to go back to. So I learnt to adjust myself in this torture house. Not that I liked it. Not because I enjoyed being with him. But only because I had no choice. 

At least it was only Mr. Stone who touched me. If I was to be taken away by any of the masters, I would be forced to sleep with numerous men. 

Gritting my teeth, I fought against my tears. Living in this hellhole was pure torture. I knew I was being used and I let him use me. My future was now completely destroyed anyway. I didn’t have a purpose in life anymore. 

Tonight, I was supposed to wear a strapless,  bright red dress which hugged my figure perfectly. It had a long slit on the right side and was seen through. It sort of covered nothing, but I didn’t have a say in what I had to wear. This was Mr. Stone’s choice. I looked at my face. A perfectly done smoky eyes and flawless red lips perfected the look. I hated it. I absolutely loathe this life. Alas, I will have to put up with this. 

There was a knock on the door. That must be Tony who came to escort me to Mr. Stone. Sighing in exasperation, I once again looked into the mirror and put up a fake smile on my lips. 

Well, here goes.

“Miss Clair. Mr. Stone is waiting for you.” He said, his eyes deliberately fixed on his shoes. I scoffed internally. 

Of course, he wouldn’t dare look at Mr. Stone’s girl.

“Right.” I muttered and followed him to the grand room where lots of his guests were already drinking their drinks. The whole grand room was converted to a disco where dancers danced at the poles and there were paid strippers, already grinding against the men here and there.  Rolling my eyes, I walked straight up to Mr. Stone who was gulping down a shot of whatever he was holding. 

“Ah...Clair.” 

Mr. Stone’s voice made me shiver, but I dared not show it on my face. Still keeping the fake smile pasted on my lips, I let him kiss my knuckles and waited beside him as he snaked his arms around me. 

“Whoa. Mr. Stone. She sure looks good to jump on.” One of his guests smirked as he winked at me, making me shudder uncomfortably. However, I had trained myself to keep my facial expressions in control.  Mr. Stone laughed dryly and looked at me as if I was a piece of meat. 

“This whore is mine. She is my main whore. So she is not available.” He responded rather proudly and gestured towards the guards at the door.  “Now. Let’s bring in the others.” 

I cringed as he addressed me as his main whore and fought against my desire to retort against it. Being his main whore would only mean that I was out of bounds for others. So in a way, it was good. At least the other perverts wouldn’t try to hit on me.

Gulping down a chunk of saliva, I watched with pity at the  three timid looking girls who slowly entered the room, one by one. All of them were forced to wear clothes that barely covered themselves. I bit my inner cheeks as their eyes filled with worry and concern landed on me. 

They must be thinking that I was part of this. But what could I do? I was powerless. Loud music was already booming to which the dancers and the strippers moved their bodies. The girls gathered in the centre of the room but none of them moved to the beat. Their anxious gazes looked around the place. I felt so sorry for them. They were stolen from their homes only to be forced into a whole new kind of life. A life which they never knew existed.

“Bah. None of them look good to me.” 

Poison ivy groaned and turned towards the counter where he slammed his empty glass on.

“Hmm...... Then let them be chosen by the others. I have had enough fun with them already.” Mr. Stone muttered and puffed on his cigar. He raised his hand, gesturing to them to be chosen to go to the brothels. 

My heart thudded in my chest. I couldn’t look at their faces anymore. I felt so bad for them. Mr. Stone had been torturing them ever since they were brought to this mansion. He would choose a girl each night and have his way with her. I had listened to their pleas and cries every night for the past two weeks. But he would do what ever he wanted. Their cries didn’t matter to him. And now, their fate was sealed. Once they are taken away, they would face worse days. I didn’t even want to think about how it might be there. What I knew was, they wouldn’t have any rights there.

“Please...no.” 

“Have mercy....” 

“help.” 

I heard them plead as they were being taken away. But I knew it would mean nothing to these emotionless humans. No. They were devils in disguise. No human could be this heartless. 

I balled my fists, digging my nails in to me palms. I fought hard against the tears that threatened to fall out of my eyes. The music boomed so loud that I could barely hear myself think. Mr. Stone joked and laughed with his allies just beside me. There were people dancing all around us. 

But all I could think of was the girls who were dragged out of the room by their new masters. This is modern day slavery. Oh how I wish I could do something. 

“Clair!” Mr. Stone’s harsh voice startled me. 

“Come!” he ordered and grabbed my arm, hurting it. I flinched in pain. I am sure his cruel hold will leave a bad bruise on my arm but he wouldn’t care anyway. He dragged me up the stairs, making me almost stumble while trying to keep up with him. He went straight to his bedroom where he practically ripped the clothes off my body, making me shiver. 

I tried my best to show no resistance, because if I did, I would be punished. He threw me on to his bed and got undressed in a jiffy. My heart pounded heavily in my chest, knowing that this was not going to be gentle in anyway. 

Tears of pain rolled out of my eyes as I bit my lips hard, attempting not to scream in agony as he had his way with me. By the time he was done with me, my entire body was filled with bruises and it hurt all over like hell.  There wasn’t even a single part of my body that wasn’t in pain.

No. I don’t want this.....

*End of flashback*

“No. No. I don’t want it.... please.....” I whispered as I covered my head with my  hands while crouching on to the ground. 

Clair.....

I thought I heard his voice. Oh no. Is he back?

I am doomed! He is back! He is coming to get me. And this time he wouldn’t let me escape........