A Human In The Harem of The Succubus

"So, it's a deal then," the man said on the other side of the door to the living room, where he and Father sat, conversing in low voices. "I'll give you the cash first thing in the morning when the bank opens. In the meantime, I'll see myself to the girl's room." My heart dropped as I backed away from the door, clasping a hand to my mouth so that neither would hear me. This was not how I wanted to spend my eighteenth birthday, and I wanted to cry. I didn't know who the man was, but I had overheard him when he told Father that he provided escorts to lonely men for pleasure. For all I knew, I was about to become one of those women... "Not just yet," Father said, his voice both commanding and firm. "Until I get the money, I don't want you anywhere near her. She's a virgin, after all, and I don't want you taking that away and leaving without paying for it." The first man went silent as he considered this for a moment, and I felt my mind start to race at a million miles an hour along with my heart. "You have my word that you will receive your money," he promised, his voice sending chills up my spine. "I am a man of my word. If I say you will get the money, then you will." Both men went silent for a moment, and I started to shake my head, knowing that Father was bound to agree in a matter of minutes. "Very well," he said in a resigned tone. "If you skip out on me, I'll kill you myself." Not wanting to hear the man's reaction, I hurried up the stairs and into my room, locking the door behind me as I did so. I would have a few minutes before both men were at the door, and Father had a key he kept in his drawer in the bedroom. Thankfully, I had come across it while cleaning last week and hidden it. As long as I was quick enough, I would have enough time to pack my backpack, grab my cash, and get out of here before they got the door opened. The sock drawer where I kept the money was almost bare, but I knew that the money was still there. I had checked it before going down to listen to the conversation. Pulling it out, I put it in my pocket before going back to the closet to grab my backpack. After gathering my clothing, I made my way over to the window and looked down. I was on the second floor right above the front porch. It would be a bit of a fall, but it wasn't anything my six years of gymnastics couldn't prepare me for. After all, it was a moment of life and death of innocence. My backpack hit the ground with a hard THUD, and I could already hear the footsteps coming the stairs and towards my room.  It was now or never, and I could feel my heart in my chest.  Climbing out of the window, I slide down the first portion of the roof, jumping down as soon as I hit the edge of the roof.  My legs threatened to give out as soon as my sneakered shoes hit the grass, but I didn't dare stop, especially since I heard the door break open behind me. "Cassie!" called out Father from my window as I grabbed my backpack. "Get back here now!" Not paying any attention to him, I took off into the woods, already knowing the mile long path by heart.