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took towards me on the bed made my knees shake with anticipation of what he would do to me, trepidation at what would be expected of me. This wasn’t some holiday romance. This was hell on earth, something I had no control over.
    His hand gripped my chin, jerking it from side to side. His eyes roamed all over my face, and as they scanned down my body, in some dark twisted corner of my mind I had hoped he liked what he saw. Even though he wasn’t a sexy man to look at, he had an air to him that gave him an aura of appeal. Dangerous is how I would describe him. People tend to stay away from danger, but most are drawn to it like a moth to a flame. 
    “You’re an English rose. Blonde hair. Bright blue eyes. Lips ripe enough to nibble and devour. Your looks will make you popular with the men that I entertain. To sweeten the deal, so to speak.” His words sent shivers racing through my body. What the hell is he talking about? Men he entertains?
    As soon as his lips covered mine in a domineering kiss, it hit me like a brick. I’m the entertainment, the prize. The sacrificial lamb going to slaughter.
    “Are you pure?” he asked me. I racked my brain, wondering for just a second what the hell it had to do with him. Then I realised — he couldn’t use a virgin as a whore, could he? I couldn’t speak so I nodded my head a little. “Well, we can’t have that, can we? You’re supposed to be well versed in sex and be able to perform an array of sexual acts without having to ask for guidance. Your aim is to bring a man to his knees so that he does whatever you need him to do.” I’m stunned. His hands started shedding the clothes that I had on, pulling and tearing at the fabric, shredding it from my defenseless body.
    “You’re younger than I would normally train,” he continued, “but they assured me of your beauty, and I’m not disappointed. I’m going to show you what I expect of you with each client, so take notes. This can either go the easy way or the hard way, and trust me when I say you don’t want it the hard way. I will keep you so drugged up it will be dripping out of every hole, and you won’t have the energy to go and clean yourself.” His words are laced with a promise to uphold what he says, and just from looking at him and observing how he has been with me, I know he is not a man to be trifled with.
    “If you run,” he stated, “I will hunt you down and kill you. You will not escape this place. The only way you will is in a body bag, so I’m hoping you take the easy way, where you will get a nice room, freedom, some time to yourself to unwind and, of course, you will get a little pay. The choice is yours.” I needed to find my voice at that point or he was going to think I was mute, then he’d have no use for a girl that couldn’t scream a client’s name.
    “I will take the easy way, please.” And I vowed to try. Survival instinct kicks in when it’s a risk to your life, and you will do anything to preserve it, even if it’s just a few more seconds so that you will get to say goodbye.
    “Lay back on the bed, I want to look at you,” he says, his tone I a little bit softer now that he has seemingly had the answer he wants from me.
    I obeyed, laying there with nothing on, all my clothes in tatters on the floor .
    “Spread your legs, I want to see this delicate flower. I want to taste it, then I’m going to break it.”
    I opened my legs, dropping my knees to the side so that my pussy was on full display for him to look at, to taste, to do whatever he wanted with it.
    And he did, multiple times over the next few days and weeks. He trained me to be the perfect woman, willing to do anything to please a man, to give him what he needed.
    The memories are vivid to say the least. I hate thinking about everything. It really does make the pain of what happened real, but it also makes the shame that I felt real, too. At least here, in this room, I’m safe. No one can hurt me.
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