Enzo's Obsession.

/Sofia's POV/ "Arghh... s**t!" I clenched my teeth in agitating pain as I doused the scar I had around my waist with a wet handful of methylated spirit. I had been so unfortunate to have been carried by one of the worst clients from the club last night. With the crazy strands of hair and bloodshot eyes that scared the hell out of me, I knew that I'd gotten myself into trouble by following him home last night. The madman humped me all night without giving me time to rest, and he dug his long, dirty nails to tighten his grip. He didn't stop when I begged him to stop. In fact, the blood he drew from my body turned him on some more and made it worse for me. I sighed and bit my tongue as I tried to fight through the pain of cleaning the wound till it looked better. I saw my phone come alive with a call, and I cursed under my breath immediately I recognized the Caller ID. I cleared my throat to speak to my boss. "Good evening ma-" "You must be very stupid to think that I would honor that greeting of yours. Where the f**k are you?!", Her screeching voice thundered from the phone. "Ma'am, you wouldn't believe what happened...", I frantically searched my head for a believable lie. I was just on my way to the club, and I was almost crushed by a truck that was speeding on the road-" "It would've been better if you had stood in front of that imaginary truck with your hands stretched out to hug it at full speed, because I will be the one to personally crush you if I do not see your lazy, slutty ass here in the next fifteen minutes! Have I made myself clear?!!", She questioned in rage. "Y... Yes ma, I'll be there so-" *Beep.* Sigh. I didn't know how long I was going to keep living this life. I got up from my creaky bed and put on a black sleeveless gown that hugged my features, with a pair of borrowed black heels. I picked my purse and was about to leave when I stopped abruptly. The landlord had been on my neck for weeks now about his money, and I'd been stalling him while trying to save up something. I'd finally saved just enough, but I didn't remember to give it to him last night. "Before I forget, let me get it so I can give it to him on my way out..." I walked over to my bed, raised the mattress, and got out the container I'd hid it in. I sighed and got it open. No. My eyes had to be playing games with me. I rubbed them over and over until they hurt. Nothing changed! The container was f*****g empty! The container that once had $300 in it was suddenly empty! No, this had to be a joke. I searched and ransacked the whole of my room to make sure I had not kept it somewhere else without knowing. I'd turned my room upside down for me to realize it wasn't in here. My heart was beating hard against my chest. A thought crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. There was no way he would've stumbled across the container. He was the reason I hid the cash in the first place. Waves of confusion and anxiety made me curse several times until I heard a loud bang on the door. That had to be him. I got out of my room and made for the door. He was leaning on it, so when I opened it, he stumbled and almost fell. "Young woman, do you want to kill me just like you killed your mother?!!", He cursed at me as he managed to get up to his feet. I stared at my father in contempt and pity. From the stench of alcohol that followed him into the house and choked the whole room, I could tell he'd been drinking. As usual. That had been his lifestyle since my mother died ten years ago. That wasn't my problem now. "Father, I have something very important to ask you-" "I'm not ready for any of those your stupid questions now, Sofia! Just get me some food for me to eat...", He yelled in a slurring manner as he staggered his way onto the sofa. 'I lost all my money at the casino today. Those bastards ripped me off and took all of my damn money..." Money? What money? "Where did you get the money from, father?", I questioned him. "Stop asking questions and-" "Answer me! Where did you get the money you used to gamble at the casino?!", I pressured him some more, desperately begging that he'd tell me anywhere else but my room. "So... You've been hoarding money in this house, and you thought I wouldn't know?", He grew a mischievous smile on his lousy face. "How much of a foolish ingrate can you be, trying to hide money from the man who gave birth to you?! How dare you?!" At that moment, I felt so angry, it made me weak. I couldn't believe that this man could be crazy enough to steal money from me and gaslight me at the same f*****g time. "You just wait. My money is still in Mexico. The cash that will turn our lives around... Then you'll know that your father is not the useless man you think he is. I'll pay you back your damn money in ten folds!!", He cheered himself in merry drunkenness. His money being stashed in Mexico had been his new favorite thing to say for the past few days, and I was not having it. "Do you have any idea how much mess you've just put us into?! That money was meant to pay the rent for f**k's sake! Now your gambling habit is going to make us sleep in the cold street-" "Mind your tone, you b***h! Do you seem to forget that I...", He released a huge belch that suffocated the whole room with the foul stench of alcohol "... That I am your father?! You dare insult me about gambling, when you... You are nothing but a f*****g prostitute." He looked at me with contempt in his bloodshot eyes. "You're everything your mother would not be proud of. Thank God she died, or you would have broken your heart."a I felt his words break me down from inside. He was the main reason I had to do this degrading work, and he was insulting me like I was some urchin that he picked from a corner and not his daughter. I sighed and pivoted, heading for the door without giving him a single reply. As I hit the road and swatted the drop of tear that fell from my left eye, I wondered how many men I would have to f**k tonight to make up for the rent money. Or better still, if I was going to come across a stupendously rich man who didn't care about money. Hell. I was daydreaming at night. *** The blaring music threatened to deaden my ears and burst my head, but I was already used to it. After all the threats of firing me from my boss, she flung some lingeries on my face and gave me five minutes to head to the dancefloor. I began dancing after changing, and I had men spraying us money the jiggling asses that they consumed with their eyes, but I absentmindedly swayed, thinking about how to make the money I just lost. "What do we have here...", A shadow towered over me from behind with a swiff of alcohol attacking my nose mercilessly. But I had to endure it. "You like what you see?", I seductively slurred and began riding on his hard d**k. While my body was doing the work, I prayed in my head for me to take me home so we could get this done and over with. "Fuck... Ride that thing more, b***h", he growled lustfully. I pressed down some more on his d**k, and I felt his hands on my boobs. His rough fingers pinched and dragged my n*****s so hard, I thought he was trying to tear them away from my body. "Sir, please...", I slowly tried to guide his hands with me, but he slapped it away and manhandled my boobs some more. His growls kept becoming louder and louder, until suddenly, it stopped. I felt him pull back from me, but before I could turn, I felt him drag my lingerie so hard, they snapped. Before I could understand what was going on, I felt my bra loosen, and it was on the floor. I... I was naked!! "Sir!!", Terror filled my being immediately as I frantically tried to cover my hanging t**s and ass. "I'm going to f**k you here, in front of everyone! I'll make you make my b***h tonight!", He sneered and pulled his pants immediately. I tried to run away, but he gripped me before I could go far. "Where do you think you're going, you harlot?!", He questioned and slapped my ass until it was red. In a bid to defend myself, I slapped him hard on his cheek, and the previously entertained club went silent immediately. I didn't need anyone to tell me that I'd f****d up. "You b***h!", He cursed and raised his hands high in the air. Before I could hide my face, my cheeks were met with a blunt force that sent my crashing to the ground, wincing in pain. "You f*****g b***h!! How dare you lay your hands on me?!! Do you know who I am?!! Do you know how long I've been frequenting this club?!!", The way the veins on his neck popped as he talked made it obvious he did care i f I died or lived. I was still nursing the pain on my face when I saw his hands go high in the air. "I'm going to make you pay for your foolishness-" "Let her be.”