Chapter 1: Homeless

Raya POV

“Wait here and don’t move until I call your name” he hissed in my ears.

I nodded silently. The room was icy cold and I was shivering. I wished he would at least throw a shawl or a blanket over me. The thin silky gown that he had wrapped around me did nothing to cover me. Neither did it shield me from the cold nor cover my modesty.

This flimsy gown only managed to cover my arms and draped around my back. The front of my body was not covered by the gown. A thin semicircular cup in the bra managed to cover the underside of my boobs and my nipples. The top of my black bra was lacy and see-through and did nothing to hide my milky curves. A lace panty was the only other piece of clothing on my body. Thankfully it had a nude lining and covered my lady parts well.

I was cold and hungry and had no idea when I would get to eat anything. I remember hurriedly gobbling down a peanut butter Jelly sandwich before my stepfather shouted at me to hurry up. My mother was helpless to stop him or She probably didn’t want to stop him anyway. Who could blame her? She was constantly badgered by my stepfather into agreeing. Dylan, my stepfather had incurred a huge debt and had mortgaged our house. He had failed to make the regular payments when the debt collectors had come knocking on our door.

“Dylan you mother fucker. Get your head out of your wife’s pussy and come down here” they had thundered.

Dylan came running out of the house. I was peeking from my window to see who was causing the ruckus.

SLAP.

A thick hand of the burly man connected with Dylan’s cheek hard. A droplet of blood started oozing out of the corner of his lip and his cheek turned red like a tomato.

“Where the fuck is the money that you had promised?” the burly man lifted Dylan by the collar of his shirt as if he was a rag doll.

“Please, Please…I beg you. Give me some time. I will have the money ready” Dylan whimpered.

“Soon? When is soon? Our boss is not running a charity. He wants the money now, if you can’t pay up then why the hell did you borrow the money? Either you pay up or vacate the house right now”

“Please have mercy on me. I swear. I was supposed to get paid today but my client’s vehicle broke down and he has promised that he will get it repaired and pay me the money tomorrow when he comes to town”

SLAP. He slaps Dylan’s cheek again.

“Do you think I am an idiot to listen to your cock and bull story? I don’t fucking care if your client’s vehicle broke down or if he died. I want the money you owe me and I want it now” he thundered.

“Throw his wife out of the house. They can get back to the house once he had paid his debts” the burly man shouted at his cronies.

Two men made their way into our house. My mother was carrying my stepbrother Gary who was only 2 years old and pulled them out of the house. Another man saw me standing at the window and dragged me out of the house by my arm. I almost stumbled and fell but he was pulling me so hard and fast that I was almost running behind him trying not to fall.

“Please, please. I beg you. We have children. Have mercy on the kids. Please give us another day” my mother started begging while Gary also started crying.

That’s when the man who had dragged my mother out whispered something in the burly man’s ear. He looked at me with a piercing gaze and accessed me from top to bottom.

“How old are you cutlet?” he asked me.

“I will turn eighteen in a week” I answered trying to keep my voice from shaking. I was so nervous that I was about to piss my pants.

“Well, well, well. This just got very interesting” he sneered at me “but you look like you are only sixteen”

“I bet she has not had her cherry popped yet” the guy holding my arms commented.

“Please, I swear I will pay you back tomorrow. Please let us inside the house” my stepfather started his pleas again.

“Can’t you see that I am in the middle of something you Idiot?" he shushed Dylan and focussed his attention back at me again.

Are you a virgin little one?” he asked me.

My face flushed red with embarrassment and I looked down at my feet. I did not dare look up at any of them or answer. I nodded to answer his question.

“She has never had a boyfriend and she has made a virginity pledge to her father. She is honoring that even though her father is no more” my mother spoke out for me.

“What a lucky day it is for you Dylan? Looks like your problems will be solved after all!” he guffawed.

Dylan had a confused yet hopeful look on his face and I was confused too by what he meant. What did my being a virgin have anything to do with this situation we were in?

“I have an offer for you Dylan so that you no longer have to pay the debt,” the burly one said with a sneer.

“ Sell her virginity and your debt will be waived off”

“What? You would waive off the whole amount for her virginity?” Dylan looked like he had won the lottery and he could not believe what he was hearing.

This turn of events hit me like a bolt of lightning and I looked at my mother with pleading eyes.

Surely she could not agree to something so outrageous! How could they even think of selling my virginity? Even after I had made a holy vow and promised my father that I would not have sex until I was married.

“Yes, the whole amount” he replied.

“Uh…Yes. We agree to this” Dylan agreed immediately.

“Fantastic. I will have a word with my boss and I will be back in a week when she turns eighteen” He looked into Dylan’s eyes with a sneer and hissed “If you or your family tries anything stupid like running away or sending her away, then that will be your last day on earth”

Dylan was well warned. This sounded like a golden opportunity and I knew very well that Dylan did not give a rat’s ass about my well-being. He only cared about himself. He was trying to get rid of me for a long time, if he could get rid of me and also earn some money in the process why would he not take it?

“Don’t worry about it at all. I will personally make sure that she never leaves the house until you come here to take her with you” Dylan assured him.

He stuck to his word and my home became a prison that I could not escape. I tried everything possible but Dylan has locked me away in my room and would only open the door to give me my food.

On the day I turned 18. My mother had given me my favorite peanut butter jelly sandwich and just a few minutes after I had finished it, the debt collector had come knocking on our door.

Dylan handed me over to the burly man. My mother too did not protest.

She made it very clear as she had locked me in the door after the deal was discussed.

“In times of great difficulty, everyone will have to make some sacrifices Raya”

“But Mama, what about the promise I had made to dad? What about my vow?” I had pleaded as my face was covered in tears.

“The dead don’t hear anything or see anything Raya, But we are still alive! Would you rather keep your promise to your dead dad and see that your stepfather, your stepbrother, and I are killed in front of your eyes? Have you no gratitude for the man who has fed and clothed you for the last three years? Can’t you support him in his time of need?” she thundered.

I could not believe what she was saying. Did she have no regard for my father at all? Did she forget all about him so soon?

“I don’t know why you are making such a big deal about losing your virginity. You were going to lose it to some shmuck any day now. Don’t act as you would wait until you were married. At least this way you have the opportunity to save your family from being thrown on the street. Now stop acting like a fool and do as Dylan says” she bolted the door shut behind her.

What choice did I have now anyway? When my own family did not care about me anymore who would care about me?

I was put in a room with some more girls who looked like they were all eighteen years old. We were given a warm bath and sexy lingerie to cover up.

Now I sat here unaware of the fate that awaited me.