Owned by the devil I Didn't choose

Chapter 5- Breaking Point

The music hadn’t started and neither had my new job. I couldn’t resist now, not when I didn’t know what was in the document I had signed. I stood where Felicia had left me for a while. She entered the closet and said,

“Dear, do not stand over there. Go get ready,” she said, placing several outfits and shoes on the sofa. ”I brought some clothes for you.” Her way of addressing me creeped me out.

“Are the ones I'm wearing not good enough?” I said.

“Dear, they are a little out of class at this brothel,” she added. Her lips curved faintly. ”There are policies, rules and punishment in this place, but don't worry-I will teach you about them.”

“Should I be grateful then?” I said,trying to mock her,

“In due time, you will get used to it.” she said making her way to the exit, she turned to face me, “Be ready, somebody is going to get you.”

I tugged at the clothes I wore and picked one of the outfits she placed on the table. I was fixated on wearing my shoes when the closet became crowded-different ladies, different physique. Some were laughing, talking, hissing too loudly.

“Hi,”

A tall dark skinned girl stood in front of me smiling.

“Hey,” I said.

“You are the new girl right?” she added, “My name is Carly and you are?”

“Lucy,” I said as my eyes went back to trying to get the right way of wearing the stupid shoe.

“You know you can just tie it up,” she said, getting on one knee and tying it up for me.

“Thank you Carly.” I said, paying full attention to her. She had a curvy body, green eyes and silver hair that reminded me of Elsa and her smile had a warmth to it. She was about to say something when a voice came from outside,

“Cal, they're waiting for you,”

“ I'm coming.” she added, “ I'll see you later.” she gave me a peck on the cheek and ran out. I don't like being touchy with people, but she seemed different.

I got up, went to the mirror, tied my head back and decided to check out the brothel. I walked out of the closet and went forward. At first it didn't seem like the same route Alex and I took the first time but as I walked further I saw a ray of light. I stopped, it looked like backstage, it was packed with the backs of speakers attached to the walls, a curtain in front of me. I pulled the curtain aside — and my stomach dropped. Men touching ladies sexually, spanking their asses as they danced, some stuffing money into the ladies’ bra cups, old men behaving like fools and wild animals.

These all seemed normal to them, an everyday life to them. This is my life now and I need to get used to it. I tried searching for Carly but I heard a voice and turned back,

“Dear, I've been looking for you,” Felicia added, “ It's time for your performance.’

She started moving and I was meant to follow her automatically. We moved through the crowd, men whistling at me, saying disgusting things as I moved, we entered a room, it was different, more sophisticated and richly designed and smelled like money.

“Step on the podium,” Felicia said. I did and there I could see the whole room in a clearer view and I spotted Carly twirling around the pole like an expert. She had a smile on her face but it was different from the one she had on her face before. Felicia came up to me and said,

“ You will dance for these men, make them feel special and they will pay you an extra tip,” I nodded and she seemed happy that I would comply with her so easily. She left the stage and room and I was left to please the men. Most of them looked horny, most looked drunk on lust.

I had to try something as the song continued to play. I started moving slowly, hips swaying from left to right, I went down staring at one of them so intensely. I felt him shudder . I twirled around the pole a few times before going down on it. They all cheered as the music stopped. I bowed and went off the stage. I went to the bar section and ordered water and an old fashioned drink. I drank the water first and then I sat to sip my drink. My eyes naturally made it to the corner of the room where Carly was.

“You know, I've never seen a lady dance the way you do,” he said, standing really close. I paid him no attention like other men.

“You're the new girl,” he added, “How have they been treating you?”

“Bad, horrible, I'm sure that's what you want to hear” I said looking at him, he was staring at me and didn't take his eyes off even when I was staring at him. He said

“I'm Maxwell,” “What about you?” he asked. Only then did I look away to Carly’s corner again. But something made me angry, the man trying to forcefully touch Carly in an indecent manner. The man’s voice beside me turned to noise as anger was fueling in my blood. I gulped my drink and slammed the glass cup on the counter.

I walked up to Carly and pushed the man slightly,

“Are you fine,” turning my face to her. She was shaking but still said,

“ I'm fine, Lucy”

“ You don't need to worry about men like this,” I told her, holding her hands. She yanked her hands off

“I don't need your help. Stop treating me like I'm weak.” She said,

“ I'm sorry but I'm just trying to look out for you.”

“Well you don't have to.” I nodded my head ready to leave, ready to stop memories from coming back when the man said,

“ You heard that she doesn't need your help, besides why protect her when it's her job,” he said laughing. At this point there was a crowd of people forming around the scene.

He chuckled saying,

“ A woman like sorry I meant slut like you should bow to men like us that feed you not bite.” Those words rang a bell to my ear. Something old and ugly cracked open inside me. I stopped mid-step and turned back walking towards him angrily.

“What did you say?” I asked moving closer to him,

“What are you going to do?” He was still underestimating what I could do. I turned back on him and laughed only launched a hard punch on his jaw. I slapped him and continued punching.

Harder than the last. I saw the face of those men, my father, my ex, the academy boys that tried to assault me.

“Lucy stop,” Carly begged “please stop, you are going to kill him.” I ignored her.

I only stopped when he dropped to his knees.

“Women are what?” I asked, bringing his face upward to meet my eyes, “speak up you tramp.” he didn't answer so I dragged him and slammed him on the floor.

“Speak,” I began to kick him in his stomach so furiously. I lost myself. I was not thinking anymore. He coughed up blood but that didn't stop me. I started hitting unconsciously

“You think I'm weak, feeble, stand up and fight you idiot.”

“You tried assaulting me in the toilet, let me see you get up now.”

Felicia was screaming for help and Carly was trying to stop me. Immediately I felt strong hands hold me back.

“Let go of me, fight me one after the other if you dare,” They held me back no matter how many times I tried to break free.

“What did you do?” Axel said. “Drag her to the room and tie her to the bed.”

“What room?” I asked my voice filled with fury, “ Why do you want to tie me up?”

No answer.

They dragged me out, and no matter what I did they did not stop. We got to the room. The lights were dimmed and the bed was also king sized. They pushed on the bed and tied me with chains.

“You can't lock me here you bastards. Untie me now if you have the guts.”

I was too angry and weak to fight back. They left me in the room and locked it. I was fuming. Breathe In. Out. I closed my eyes to regulate myself.

“Fiery,” he said calmly. “I'm impressed.” A man's voice came through. I opened my eyes to see where it was coming from. I locked eyes with him and realized it was the same figure I had seen that day.