Captive Body (R18+)

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One month ago

When you're an orphan, your life tends to be at a disadvantage. I was one of those who began life as a loser. I was taken to an orphanage when I was just a tiny baby. I didn't know who my family was, where they lived, or who I really was. Maybe they were dead.

The only thing I got from my family was my name. Alya... It meant a high place, the sky, or heaven. This meant I was valuable to my family, but my end had been those cold orphanage walls. When I was scared or cold at night, there was no one to lie next to me. Until I met her. Sister Betül.

She was six years older than me. She became both a mother and father to me, and protected me. Now, I was living with her, and we had no choice but to work. I was a waitress in a club that was patronized mostly by individuals whose only concern was drinking at night and sleeping during the day.

As the volume of music in the club increased, the people seemed to get more excited. Sometimes I was disgusted while serving drinks to people. How could they drink this ridiculous beverage? Even knowing they would have hangovers the next day... I left the tray and went to the back where all the girls had gathered.

The manager was with them. I tried to understand what was happening. I asked a girl at the back. "What's going on?"

"Mr. Demir has an important guest that’ll be visiting the club, and they want to assign someone that will serve them drinks, but everyone is interested," she said, and I raised my eyebrows. All the girls, except me, were practically begging the manager to handle the task.

Mr. Demir, our boss, was a very dangerous man, but he wouldn't mess with those who didn't mess with him. All sorts of filth went on in the club, but he would beat up anyone who harassed women. Actually, I was very afraid of him and always stayed away from him.

While all the girls continued to strive to be the one to serve him, I stayed back. Their goal was clear; to warm Mr. Demir's bed. The man was very handsome, strong and rich, and he wouldn't look at someone like us. As I continued to look at and ponder over the situation, the manager suddenly stood in front of me.

"You will do it!" he said, and I swallowed.

"Me?" I asked, pointing to myself.

He nodded. "Yes, you will do it! Now follow me!" he said, but I was rooted to my spot. I couldn't do it. I have never served him before. When I didn’t move, the manager frowned at me.

"Alya, if you don't come immediately, I'll fire you!" he shouted.

I instantly followed him, with my whole body trembling. I would certainly stutter in front of him. But I took deep breaths to calm myself and when I felt much calmer, the manager handed me the tray.

When I got to Mr. Demir's booth, his guards scrutinized me. I was uncomfortable because my skirt was a bit short. After they signaled for me to enter, I passed beside them. It was the first time I was this close to Mr. Demir. He really was as handsome as they said. With his wheat-colored skin and green eyes, he was practically shouting, "I'm here."

Next to him was a dark-skinned man, whose hands were on his knees, and I realized he was married when I saw the shining ring. When I made eye contact with Demir, I felt a thrill run through my body. But the exhilaration was definitely out of fear, and it lasted only for a few seconds. He immediately averted his eyes. According to what the manager said, I was to serve his guest first.

Mr. Demir asked, "Mirza, don't you like it as much as Kurşun?"

I handed the drink to the man I learned was called Mirza. Without even looking at me, he took the drink. I felt relieved that he didn't even glance at me, because some married men would flirt without caring. After that, it was Mr. Demir's turn to be served, and they continued talking as if I didn't exist.

"My brother, it's nice, but it seems like there are a few things missing," he said, and Mr. Demir laughed.

"I understand you. That one is special for you," he said, winking.

"Come so I can take your statement one day, but don't cry afterward."

Mr. Demir winked back and said, "I'm no less than you. Just so you know," practically challenging him.

Mr. Mirza just laughed in response, and started sipping the drink I handed him. When Mr. Demir noticed my hands were trembling, his eyebrows immediately furrowed.

"Slowly," he warned, but like an i***t, I spilled the drink on his shirt.

It was as if my hands and feet got tangled. I didn't know what to do. I immediately grabbed a napkin from the table and started wiping his shirt.

"Mr. Demir, I'm so sorry. It really was an accident," I said, as I continued to wipe his shirt.

When he didn't make a sound, I looked up at him. Our faces were very close. As I felt his breath on my face, my trembling intensified. While the silence in the booth continued, my hands remained on his chest. As I tried to regain my balance and stand up, my foot slipped on the spilled drink, and I fell into Mr. Demir's lap. What have I done? First, I spilled a drink on him, then I fell into his lap. When the man next to him didn't make a sound, I looked up at him.

His green eyes had darkened, and he was looking at me intensely. I have messed up the whole job. I immediately got up, left the booth and ran to the bathroom. When I stood in front of the mirror, I saw that my face was red with embarrassment. As I was splashing water on my face, my fellow waitress, Canan, came in.

Looking at her in the mirror, I said, "I'm definitely going to be fired! Canan, I need this job! How could I do such a thing?" But she started grinning.

"Why are you laughing? Is what I’m telling you funny?"

"From the little I know about Mr. Demir, he'll make you his special waitress. Whatever you did to the man, made him speechless. Everyone watched you with envy, because no one could touch Mr. Demir unless he wants them to, but you touched him!" she said, and I was confused.

"What do you mean?"

"You can't touch him without his permission, Alya. You touched him! The man has certain rules, you know!" she said, but I still didn't understand what she was saying.

Canan was babbling again, and how did she know all this anyway? I was afraid to leave the bathroom. This time, I would definitely lose my job. When I came out, Mr. Demir was nowhere to be seen, and I exhaled in relief, since I was afraid of seeing him again. The manager signaled for me to come over when he saw me.

Looking at him sadly, I said, "Manager, I really need this job. Please, don't fire me. I'll apologize to Mr. Demir. It was an accident," but he frowned.

"I don't know what nonsense you're talking about, but from now on, you'll be Mr. Demir's special waitress!" he said, and I froze. Canan was right, but why hadn't he fired me?

Mr. Demir didn't show up until my shift ended, and I was happy.

*****

I was at home thinking about what happened last night, when someone started knocking at the door like a creditor. I got up from the couch where I was lying, feeling uneasy. When I opened the door, Sister Betül was there. She seemed scared and was looking around, with panic in her eyes. I became apprehensive as I looked at her with fearful eyes.

"Sister, what happened? Why are you like this?" I asked.

Without responding, she hurriedly walked inside, closed the door and locked it twice. Then she leaned her back against the door and slid down. While she did this, I was still looking at her from where I was standing. Then she started to cry, and I knew something bad had happened.

"Alya, what am I going to do now? He found me again!"

There was only one person who could make Sister Betül feel like this, but that man was in prison. It was impossible for him to get out. Please, don't let it be who I think it is. If he was out, he would never leave Sister Betül alone and would poison our lives again. As I prayed it wasn't him, my hands started to tremble at what she said.

"He got out of prison." She said, confirming my fear.

It was who I thought, and it left me feeling like I was buried under a huge wreck. My legs could no longer support me, and I collapsed to the ground. While sister Betül's cries echoed throughout the house, tears started to flow from my eyes too.

"How could it be?" I asked with a trembling voice.

He was the vilest person I have ever seen in this life. There was no crime he hadn't committed, and he eventually landed in prison. But it looked like that was no longer the case. Sister Betül looked at me with her big brown eyes which reflected her desperation.

"Alya, there was a pardon, and he got out. What am I going to do now? He will never leave me alone. Just when everything was getting better, and I started working, he came again!" she said, and I didn't know what to say.

I immediately wrapped my arms around her neck. Her head rested on my shoulder, as she continued sobbing, soaking my top with her tears. For a while, we just remained silent. It was the silence of pain.

"Sister, I am always with you. If necessary, we'll leave here. Just don't let anything happen to you," I said, and she sobbed and hugged me tighter.

I pulled back and slowly stood up, helping her up too. We slowly walked to our small living room and sat on the couch together. I laid her head on my lap and started to stroke her black hair. She saw my tears occasionally falling on her face, and she cried even more.

"How did you find out? Are you sure?" I asked.

Maybe she had heard wrong. It was impossible for someone like him to get out.

"Alya, I saw him in the neighborhood while coming here. He's looking for me everywhere. He'll find me soon. After what I did to him last time, he won't let me live," she said, and I got even more scared.

That man had been obsessed with sister Betül in the past and wanted to marry her. It was obvious he hadn’t given up even after these three years. I guess he was even more determined now because of what she did to him.

"Sister, nothing will happen. He won't find you!" I said, and she raised her hand and caressed my cheek.

"Because of me, you've been through a lot. You don't deserve any of it, Alya," she said, and I shook my head.

"I have no one else in this life, Sister Betül. Please, don't say that! As long as we are together, there's nothing we can't overcome!" I said, and she looked at me sadly.

She had little hope. She sighed and, with tears in her eyes, said, "If you have no one in life, you are doomed to live in fear and constantly running away from everyone. If we had a family now, no one could do this," she said, and my chin trembled.

She was right. We were alone, and anyone who got to know of this fact looked at us differently.

"Please, don't say that, sister. Aren’t I your family?" I asked.

She got up from my lap and hugged me again.

"Of course, we are family, but you know what I mean, Alya. I have no one else but you!" she said, and I rested my head on her shoulder.

Sister Betül always smelled wonderful. She was my only priority in life. She wasn't my real sister, but I had no one else but her. She was the only one who protected me. In the orphanage, I was always the naive and ostracized child, but Sister Betül always protected and took care of me. When I left the orphanage, Sister Betül opened her home to me. At that time, she was working for that man. Her job and salary were good, so she insisted that I go to university. With her guidance, I got into law school that year. Unfortunately, I had to drop out because of the challenges we went through. Sister Betül was right. They wouldn't let an orphan study or work.

I lifted my head that was still on her shoulder and looked at her, "Sister, let's leave here," I said, and she looked at me with teary eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's go to another city, away from Istanbul. Let's start a new life where he can't find us," I said, and she looked at me blankly.

"Do you think we can? Can we leave?" she asked.

What do we have besides this shanty house? We will find a place to stay again. I nodded. "Let's go," I said, and she agreed.

We had to leave before those men found us because that man called Şahin would definitely find us. We both got up and started packing our clothes anyway. Since we didn’t have many clothes, we packed what we had into a suitcase and waited for the evening. We will leave this city tonight.

While I was preparing my personal belongings in my room, I looked at myself in the mirror. Despite the fact that I had lovely dark skin and black hair, which made my appearance beautiful, my fate was ugly. To me, beauty was fleeting, since a person's fate had to be beautiful as well. I was sadly still observing my reflection in the mirror with my swollen eyes when Sister Betül walked in.

Looking at each other through the mirror. She said, "I'm sorry, Alya. I never wanted it to be like this!" and I shrugged.

"Sister, stop apologizing. My workplace is clear, I had no life anyway. You are my family."

The encounter with Mr. Demir had frightened me. So, leaving here would be the best thing for me too. My train of thoughts was interrupted when we heard loud banging from our front door. Then we heard the voice of a man shouting,

"Betül!"

He was here! Sister Betül immediately ran to me.

"Alya, get out of here! I've reached the end of the road!" she said, but I shook my head.

I couldn't leave without her. If I left, my life would be ruined. She was the only person in my life. She was more than a sister, she was my mother, my father, whatever the concept of family was, I had placed it all on her.

"No, I won't! I won't go anywhere without you!" I said, and I grabbed her hand and dragged her to the bathroom.

Sister Betül was usually smarter than me, but it was as if all her senses stopped functioning at that moment. Maybe they won't come here. It was impossible to escape from the house because there were iron bars everywhere. Sister Betül began to cry again, and I put my hand over her mouth to silence her voice and she did the same to me, while we clung to each other.

Suddenly, they kicked the door forcefully, making it open. "Betül, I know you're here! Come out, or I'll shoot that sister of yours, Alya, in the head, right in front of your eyes!" he said, and our eyes widened in shock.

He wasn't joking. While Sister Betül looked at me anxiously, she pulled her hand away. "Alya, he'll find us. I can't bear to see you die. Don't come out. Let him take me and go!" she said, and I shook my head.

"No! If he's going to take you, he must take me too! Sister, I can't be without you!"

Sister Betül was at a loss about what to do. She didn't want me to come with her. We listened as they opened other room doors, searching for us. When they eventually came to the door of my room, we hide behind the door, but he still opened it. When he looked behind the door and saw us, he started laughing.

"Betül, I thought you were a bit smarter, but here you are." He said mockingly.

He was disgusting. Looking at him made me nauseous. Then his gaze shifted to me. "But this time, I'm not here for you, Betül. I'm here for Alya!" he said, and I was shocked. What could he possibly want with me?

Sister Betül immediately stood in front of me. "Leave her alone!" she said, and his men grabbed both of us by the arms and dragged us to the living room. He stood in front of us as we stared at him with eyes full of fear.

Looking directly at me, he said, "Now, Alya. I'm going to ask you for something, and I will be out of your lives forever. I'll act as if I don't know either of you! If you refuse, I'll take Betül and leave!" I shook my head vigorously.

"I'll do whatever you want!" I said, and he grinned.

"That's what I thought. There's a red file in Demir's room. You're going to bring it to me!"