Hannah' s head suddenly felt light and the doctor's voice sounded muffled and that's the last thing she remembered when she woke up in a small dark space. Her hands and feet were tied up and her feet folded uncomfortably. A surge of fear blanketed her and her heart started beating so fast, it threatened to jump out of her chest, the darkness that filled her eyes terrified her and she let out a painful sob. She winced due to pain when she tried to free her hands and she quickly learned that moving would only cause her more pain because the rope seemed to dig more into her skin whenever she moved and it hurt.
Dear God, I have never ever made a prayer in my life. I have never asked you for anything and I have never blamed you for my misfortunes. I don't know you, but I have heard about you , about how you show favour to others . Heavenly Father , Why me…..Why is it me again, why does it always have to be me...…am I that worthless.
Hannah choked on her own thoughts, she felt sad, filthy and broken. Her chest felt heavy and every breath felt painful. She cried until her eyes stung and her throat became dry. She had no hope for a saviour but she still didn't want to die she didn't deserve to die . After crying for a while her eyes started to feel heavy she tried to stay awake but then the heavy silence and thick darkness made it difficult so she eventually gave in to the need to sleep.
Hannah's POV
Its been a 5 days since I woke up in a Brothel. It has a funny name "Meow",…. As in the cat meow, apparently it's because the men that come here like them feisty, I think they are just a bunch of wiredos. It's a big hotel in the middle of nowhere, the interior is mostly white and silver…which I find very weird if you ask me. I haven't had my first client yet …me and the three other girls that were brought in on the same day are still being "trained", it's more like being advertised really. New girls serve drinks and chat with clients and they become open for business after two weeks. I think it's a great business idea because these men seem to like new faces or fresh meat as they call us. Their lusty minds grow more impatient day by day and by the time it gets to two weeks our value will be ten times higher than it is and these men will pay lots of money just to taste the fresh meat first. We all wear white mini backless satin dresses, which are very beautiful and we finish the look with fluffy cat ears headbands. We look so beautiful in these dresses that you can't tell we were all kidnapped and sold to Mother Yuna, the owner of the brothel who according to the rules she is our mother and we are her sweet kittens, which I think is cringe.
Today I'm working on the 5th floor, it's the most expensive floor in the building and it's beautifully decorated with white and gold and the furniture looks very expensive and comfortable. The fifth floor is called the Golden lounge and it's only used by one person at a time. Layla my roommate was sitting on his lap, be she stood up when he started biting her neck and now the rich brat is walking towards me, in nothing but a pair of animal print briefs ugly. Where do you even buy that . He is a tall beautiful young man who looks more like a boy, he's got the k pop idol looks and the sexy abs.
"Hey beautiful "….even his voice sounds annoying, but here I am smiling at him like a senseless fool. Someone please save me from this fool, but my plea obviously reaches no one because his hand is already stroking my hair eewww disgusting . I can't run , and I can't tell him off…I don't own my body anymore and I don't have any rights…I'm just a sexy toy. Layla notices my discomfort and comes to my rescue and I give her a warm smile then walk off to the bathroom, I'm so grateful to have her here. Layla is a beautiful young lady with blue eyes and long lusturous blonde hair,she ran away from home when she was 15, and worked as a stripper for 8 years. She also doesn't know how she got here, but she seems to like it…."it's the most exquisite place I've ever stepped into and here I've seen enough handsome faces to last me a lifetime "….her words not mine. I hate it here…I want to leave , I need to leave.