Cruel Haven

Chapter 4 left with no other option

Andrea's POV

His head turned to the other side of the room after I yelled at him. He wiped his face with his hands while I panted in anger. All I wanted was to leave this hell hole and never return. How dare he ask me to be his personal s*x worker?

"I am not a w***e and I will never be," I responded angrily. He turned towards me with a smile. I frowned, wondering why he was not angry by what I did. He looked breathtaking when he smiled devilishly like that. The lighting wasn't good in the room and I wasn't wearing my contacts or glasses so I couldn't see his physical features properly. I didn't need to see it to realize he would be breathtaking, his voice alone was. But, that wasn't the main issue right now. I was still upset and I needed to constantly remind myself about that.

"Who told you that?" he asked in a nonchalant tone.

"Told me what?" I inquired in confusion

"That you are not a w***e," he replied.

"I know I'm not," I responded confidently.

He smirked. "Let's see. You dance at a nightclub in nothing but your underwear where men pay good money to watch. You give men private shows. You get paid to put on a great show with your body. Tell me, if that isn't the work of a w***e, what is?" he asked, his eyes slowly taking in my appearance.

I had never felt so used and disgusted with myself as I felt right now. I knew I did all those things and worse even though I was forced to do them. But I repeatedly consoled myself thinking that wasn't the real me or my lifestyle.  Hearing him saying all those things out loud meant the little morals and self-respect I had left and clung onto like my life depended on it was pointless. His words made it seem like I was part of their world now. But was I willing to accept it so easily?

"I didn't choose this life by myself. I'm only here because I was kidnapped by those foolish men outside. I had a perfect life. I was happy and contented with living with my máma. I never wanted any part of this," I replied defensively.

"Same old boring story," he sighed bringing out a pack of cigarettes. He took out one and lighted it. "Want one?" he asked stretching it towards me. I gave him a dirty glare.

"I take it you don't smoke then. It doesn't matter if you were kidnapped or not. Business is business and your current life is a result of your father's bad decision making. You should blame him for your predicament, not us. You are a puta now and everyone sees you as one. The sooner you accept it, the better it's going to be for you," he replied. I actually feared for the rest of my life. Was I never going to get out? I coughed when he puffed out smoke.

"Can you put that out?" I asked irritated.

"You can't tell me what to do in my own turf picardias(baby doll)" he replied.

"Can't you just let me go? If you have the power to turn me into your personal mistress, then you must surely have the power to set me free. I saw how scared  Antonio was of you," I pleaded. If it meant swallowing my pride and pleading with him, I would gladly do it as long as it ensured my freedom.

"You don't seem to like Antonio at all," he muttered.

"If you will set me free, I will be forever grateful. I promise to go far away and never return. No one would hear about what took place here not even my own màma would hear about this. My mouth will be sealed shut forever," I assured him hopefully. He started at me without responding. I internally rejoiced, thinking my words were getting to him.

"I'm sure you also don't like what they are doing to an innocent girl. Find a place in your heart to..."

"Heart? I don't have a heart," he replied calmly. I frowned, what a weird thing to say. I've never heard of anyone who doesn't have a heart before.

"Everyone has a heart no matter how evil they are. If you don't have a heart, you wouldn't be able to live," I explained impatiently. I didn't want to engage in small talk with him. All I wanted was for him to set me free.

"I do have one but it's just an organ essential for surviving. I'm not capable of showing sympathy. Don't make the mistake of thinking I will ever do anything of that sort," he said getting up and throwing the remnant of the cigarette on the floor which he crushed with his boots. My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. My last hope suddenly dashed right before my eyes.

"If you won't save me, then why are you here? Why am I wasting my time speaking with you?" I asked angrily. He dragged me from the floor like a rag doll and pinned me onto the wall. His hand pressed on my throat tightly but not right enough to restrict my airflow.

"Don't think I'm going to sit here and listen to you speak rudely to me. I'm not that kind of person and I absolutely detest being talked back at. I might like you right now but all that can change in a matter of seconds. I won't hesitate to snap your neck. Understood?" he threatened angrily. I stared at him fearfully, my heart beating wildly in my chest. His whole demeanor changed in a matter of seconds. He looked angry and dangerous right now.

"U..understood," I replied trying to sound confident but failing miserably.

"Good that we have that cleared up," he said letting go of me harshly. I fell back to the floor and held my sore throat.

"I don't want your gratitude or anything else. All I want is your agreement to be my personal s*x worker," he said. I glanced up at him.

"Why are you so hell-bent on making me your personal s*x worker? There are a lot more girls here who are prettier and better at what they do than me. Why me?" I asked skeptically.

"I can choose whoever I want and this time I'm choosing you so don't question me," he responded. I pondered greatly over it. He was rude, demeaning, and rough but all those toxic traits combined still don't add up to all the s**t I've been through here. Should I just swallow my pride and agree? I don't think I'm even going to have that left if I stay here.

"You seem to love the treatment and your work here. You can continue if that's what you really want. I will make sure to say a word to Antonio on your behalf," he said turning around to leave.

"I didn't know you were the type that gave up easily. You said you wanted me but you are just going to leave after hearing a single refusal?" I asked in disbelief. I thought he was still going to insist then I could think about it a bit more.

"My mind is fickle picardias. It changes within a matter of seconds. Have fun sucking old d***s for the rest of your life," he responded proceeding to walk away.

"Wait! If I work for you like you want, will I be getting paid?" I asked curiously. That was the most important part because it ensured my freedom.

"Your payment will be transferred to you monthly," he replied.

"What about my freedom? Will you set me free one day?" I asked hopefully.

"Probably when I get tired and I exchange you for another puta. I tend to lose interest quickly," he responded with a straight face. I stared at him with disgust and disappointment but I knew I had no other choice. It was either him or the hundred men that got to touch me at the club. Although both ideas were sickening and disgusting, his was bearable.

"Fine. I agree," I responded in a hurry.

"Agree to been what?" he asked. I glared at him and gritted my teeth angrily.

"I agree to be your personal s*x worker," I replied irately.

"Took you long enough. You could have saved me this trouble a long time ago. Get up quickly, I don't have all night," he ordered.

"Where are we going?" I asked with a frown.

"To my house hermosa. Where else would we be going? You will be living there," he replied.

"Y..your house?" I stuttered in shock. I thought I was going to remain at the club and he could come to see me when he wanted. I never knew I would be living in his freaking house.

"Why? Are you scared?" he asked with a smirk.