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extremely rich clients.”
    Hope could not believe what she was hearing. “This is a brothel? You want to sell me out to the highest bidder? I am not a prostitute.”
    “No, no, no, dear Hope. Prostitute is such an ugly word and this is by no means a brothel. The girls here are cared for. Drugs, alcohol, even cigarettes are prohibited. By the time they become the luxury gift for a discerning gentleman they will be in the peak of physical condition. Our girls are looked after, their physical wellbeing is of the upmost importance to me.”
    “You’re going to sell me,” she said numbly.
    Hope’s head reeled. It was all too much. Suddenly she had difficulty catching her breath and the room had taken on a grainy, black and white quality.
    “Don’t look do pathetic, Hope. As it happens, I’m not going to sell you. I plan to keep you for myself.”
    She forced herself to look into his eyes. They were a dazzling, glittering emerald green and they made her stomach churn.
    “For yourself?” she repeated stupidly, barely able to take in his words.
    “I am offering you a bloody good deal here to bail your brother out of the shit he’s in. And to sweeten it even further, you will only have to do a year. In exchange for your brother’s life, you are to be my special plaything for the duration of one year. You have my word that no harm will befall you during this period and on the specified day, you will walk free. I will even draw you up a contract. I understand this is a lot to take in. A good night’s sleep is what you need and you’ll be as right as rain.”
    We’ll talk more in the morning.” He pressed the intercom buzzer on his desk and leaned over to talk into it. “Matron, please would you escort our newest addition to her quarters?”
    Matron? Despite her terror, she almost smirked. What is this, a Carry On film?
    Almost immediately the door to the office opened and a solid looking woman in her fifties with cast iron hair pulled back in a bun stood framed in the doorway. She was dressed in a simple black suit jacket and knee length skirt.
    She looked fearful and Hope shrunk in her seat.
    “On your feet girl, you must stand when someone enters the room. I see you have no respect for others. Well, I suppose that is something you will learn during your stay here.”
    “Indeed it will be Matron. You and the rest of my staff do a superb job with each and every one of them.”
    “Thank you Mick, we do our best. Now come along slut, it’s time for bed, you have a long day tomorrow.”

 
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Hope followed the severe woman out of the room in a complete daze. When they reached the foot of the stairs, the woman pushed her in front.
    “Kick off you shoes child, the only garments you will wear here will be those chosen by the factory.”
    Hope stepped out of her shoes and ascended the stairs, taking the hint when the woman shoved her in the small of the back. As she walked she was conscious that the woman was getting a good view of her pussy with every step and inside she curled up in shame.
    They reached the long and wide landing with many doors and another staircase at the end. The woman took charge, leading her to the second door on the left, marked simply with the letter ‘D’.
    The woman unhooked the fat key ring attached to her belt and quickly picked out the relevant key, inserting it into the lock.
    Hope was surprised by the sight which greeted her. There was a double bed in the centre of the large room, on which a skinny naked girl with short black hair sat. There was no bedding, just a plain sheet atop the bed and two white pillows. The only furniture in the room was a large, ornately carved mahogany wardrobe. There were shutters at the window, which were closed.
    But at least everything looked clean. The floorboards gleamed and the room was warm and smelled fresh.
    “Sit on the bed next to her,” the woman barked.
    Hope did, smiling tentatively at the