Confessions of an Elite Prostitute

Chapter 17: The Split between Friends

I can feel the tension building between Karen and me. Our relationship, which was once so warm and trusting, is now like a taut string — just a little more and it will burst. Karen is starting to see me as someone else, not a friend. I know it's because of my plans, because of the dark things I do. But I can't stop — revenge is too important to me.

As the days go by, I see a hint of disbelief and disapproval in Karen's eyes. She starts asking questions that I find difficult to answer honestly. I try to avoid direct conversations, but I understand that sooner or later we will have to face each other.

One evening, when we're alone, Karen breaks down.

"Anna, I can't turn a blind eye to what's going on anymore. Your plans ... they frighten me. You're going down a very dangerous path.

I freeze, not knowing what to say. There's genuine concern in her voice, but also a hint of reproach. I know she's right, but I can't change my mind.

"Karen, I know you're worried about me," I say carefully. — But you don't understand how important what I do is to me." It's not just a whim or a desire to do harm — it's a necessity.

"Necessity? Karen cuts me off abruptly. — You sound like you have no other choice." But is revenge worth risking everything we have?

I'm silent, looking away. Her words hurt me, but I can't accept that she's right. Revenge is not just a goal, it's a meaning that I found in my life after Dmitry's betrayal.

Karen continues:

— We were once friends, sharing the most intimate things. And now you're hiding your plans from me, going behind my back. Is that fair?

There's so much pain and frustration in her words that it makes my heart sink. I know I'm losing her, but I can't give up on my plans.

"Karen, you don't understand -" I start, but she cuts me off.

— No, you don't understand! We could help each other, support each other, build a new life. Instead, you're dragging us into the abyss.

Her words sound like a sentence. I feel a storm of contradictions raging inside me. On the one hand, I want to keep the friendship, on the other — I can't give up revenge.

We don't talk much for a few days. The atmosphere in the brothel is heating up, the tension between us is felt in every word, in every look. I try to find a way to explain my motives to her, but every time the words get stuck in my throat.

One day I decide to have a frank conversation:

"Karen, I value our friendship and I don't want to lose it. But you must understand that for me, revenge is not just a desire to harm. It's a way to regain the dignity that was taken away from me.

She looks at me with sadness and disappointment.

"Dignity? Do you think revenge will bring him back to you? In my opinion, you're only getting deeper into the mud.

These words hurt me, but at the same time make me think. Maybe Karen was right. Could it be that I am truly deluded in thinking that revenge will bring me relief?

But then the memories of Dimitri's betrayal and the collapse of my life come back to me. Once again, I feel the pain and anger that keeps me going no matter what.

In the end, we still don't find a common language. Karen moves away from me, and I... I'm left alone with my thoughts and plans. I know I've lost a friend, but I don't know what else I could have done.

With each passing day, the gap between us becomes more palpable. I feel lonely and isolated, but at the same time I'm determined to see my plans through.

Sometimes I find myself thinking that maybe Karen is right, and revenge isn't worth losing a friendship. But then I think back to my grievances and frustrations and convince myself that I'm going the right way.

So I live in a split world, in a constant struggle between the desire to preserve human relationships and the desire for revenge. And so far, the latter is winning. But in my heart of hearts, I know that the price of this choice may be too high.

Still, I keep going, trying not to think about what I've lost. I focus on my plans, on how to carry out my revenge and finally find peace. But in my darkest moments, I still wonder: is it all worth it? Maybe there is another way that will allow me to keep the person in me and find true happiness?

So far, I haven't found an answer to this question. So far, my journey has been through darkness and pain, through the loss of friends and hope for a brighter future. But I keep going because I believe that one day I can find a way out of this maze of suffering and mistakes.

Although with each step, I find it harder to maintain the belief that this exit really exists.

I wander the corridors of the brothel, lost in thought. Breaking up with Karen has left a deep wound in my soul, but I try not to show my feelings. This is no time for weakness — too much is at stake.

One day, as I pass Elizabeth's office, I notice that the door is slightly ajar. Muffled voices can be heard from inside. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I decide to listen.

In the office, Elizabeth is negotiating with a man. I don't recognize his voice, but there's an air of authority and authority in every word. They're discussing something very serious, and I realize I've stumbled upon something important.

"We can't let the brothel get hurt," Elizabeth says firmly. — It's not just a business for me — it's a life's work.

The man answers with restraint—- I understand your position, but the situation is not easy. There are forces that want to take control of this area, and they will stop at nothing.

Elizabeth sighs.— I'm willing to compromise, but I can't give up everything. We need to find a balance that suits both sides.

They continue to discuss the details, and with each word I become more aware of the scale of what is happening. It turns out that the brothel is only part of a big game where the stakes are incredibly high.

When the conversation comes to an end, I hurry away so that I won't be caught off guard. Thoughts swarm through my head: who is this person? What compromises is Elizabeth willing to make? And most importantly-how will this affect me and my plans?

The next few days I live in anticipation of new events. The tension in the air is getting stronger, and I feel that something important is about to happen.

Meanwhile, my own affairs are also moving forward. I continue to think about my plans for revenge, but now the words from the conversation I overheard are constantly spinning in my head. Was the brothel really in such danger? And what will I do if it is closed or transferred to someone else?

I decide to carefully find out more about this mysterious man. Through my channels, I learn that he is one of the most powerful people in New York, with connections to both the police and the mafia. His word can decide the fate of not only the brothel, but also each of us.

This news makes me think about my situation. I understand that I'm just a pawn in this game, and if Elizabeth can't hold her ground, my future will be in jeopardy.

But at the same time, I can't forget about my revenge plans. They're like a fire that burns inside me, never letting me rest. I'm torn between protecting my interests and trying to finish what I started.

One day Elizabeth calls me in. I walk into the office and see that she looks tired but determined."Anna," she begins, " I want to discuss the current situation with you. You can probably already guess that the brothel is under threat.I nod, not sure what to say."I negotiate with powerful people to protect our business," Elizabeth continues. — But it's not easy. We will have to make some concessions."Which ones?" I ask, feeling my heart start to beat faster."It's too early to say that," Elizabeth says evasively. — But you must be prepared for any changes. We may have to revise some of the rules and even change the direction of the brothel.These words make me think. What lies ahead? Will I be able to continue my plans in the new environment? And most importantly, what will happen to me if the brothel ceases to exist?

I leave Elizabeth's office in confusion. My head is a whirl of thoughts, but my soul is full of anxiety and uncertainty. I understand that I am on the threshold of new challenges, and their outcome is still unknown.

As the days pass, I find myself thinking that my plans for revenge no longer seem so important. Perhaps I should focus on protecting my home — because the brothel is now not just a place of work for me, but also a refuge where I can be myself and make some plans for the future.

But at the same time, I can't give up revenge — it's like a poison that slowly eats away at the soul, not letting me forget about the past. I live in a constant split, not knowing which way to choose: to protect what I have, or to go to the end in my plans.

Sometimes I feel like I'm lost in this maze of decisions and consequences. Every step can be fatal, and every word can be the key to a new mystery. Still, I keep going, hoping that one day I can find a way out and find peace.

In the meantime, I remain in the dark about the future of the brothel and my own. I watch, listen, think, and wait. I am waiting for the moment when I will have to make a choice that will determine the rest of my life.

And deep down, I know that this choice will be incredibly difficult. It will require me not only to be strong and determined, but also to be prepared for the most unexpected consequences. But I have to be prepared for this, because everything I have depends on it.

So I live in anticipation of changes, in constant tension and reflection. I try to predict the future, but I understand that ultimately everything will depend on the decisions I make in the coming days. And whether Elizabeth can protect our home-our brothel-from outside threats.