R A Y V I N
After I called and sold myself to James, I spent time crying. Not the soft and brief cry, but, an uncontrollable, suffocating, wailing. I poured all my heartache and embarrassment into it. I hated myself so much at this moment. There was no difference between me and a prostituted now. Because I was at the mercy of James. I had given him the power to own and control me, including having his way with my body as much as he pleased. Of course, that part would be included. After all, it was full-time service. My worth in exchange for two hundred. Back in Russia, I was with him for a genuine reason. For the first time in quite possibly forever, I hadn’t held anything back. I was with him because I’d wanted him. And when he took me, every single cell in my body told me it was right.
