Within a few months I had settled into my new life, every now and then I made mistakes and wouldn't get to eat.
I was still known as Mutt, however. Which Mrs. Jones and everyone reminded me daily that it was my fault. If I didn't keep arguing and saying my name, I wouldn't be called Mutt any longer. Closing the door I relax. It is nearly midnight. Cleaning today took longer. James, Mrs Jones' son had friends around, so my usual cleaning routine took far longer than it normally would. Sitting in my small cell, I take out the pencil and paper. It is the only thing I have. Drawing a cake with candles, I wish myself a happy birthday before rubbing out the image. I learnt quickly, that paper is sacred. I am given maybe five sheets a month, some months less. So after using a piece of paper, I would rub out the pencil to reuse it. My mind can't help but wonder what my parents are doing. Are they sitting there wishing me a happy birthday? Do they even remember it is my birthday? They may have never given me any presents growing up, but they would wish me a happy birthday and that was the one day I would have off. I could do what I wanted. As long as it didn't cost anything. Usually, I would just sit outside. It was rare that I could do it. So every year on my birthday I did. Not this year though. This year I worked. No one said happy birthday. No one noticed me, the child wanting to be noticed. ***Thirteen years Later*** I look at Mrs. Jones as she signs the papers. I don’t have rights to myself, how fucked up is that? No, she holds my rights. Well, she did, until she signed that contract. Just like my parents had. “She is officially yours.” Mrs. Jones pushes me to the guy, and I watch as she is handed money. “Fifty thousand, as agreed.” The man places the money on the desk. While some will think holy shit that is a lot, is it really? I don’t believe lives have a price tag. Everyone is worth more to someone else, the worth of me to this man is far more than my parents thought, yet to another man, maybe a million. To Mrs. Jones, I was worth nothing more than ten thousand. I do as I am told, stand quietly and watch as they do their deal. Mrs Jones doesn’t want me, she has had enough of my attitude and she keeps trying to rent me out to people, but most don’t pay. She doesn’t have enough wealth and power to make them. So, her solution, sell me entirely. Sell my rights to this man. Dean. You may be wondering how I have no rights. Twenty-five, and no rights whatsoever. No freedom, I can’t go where I want, I can’t buy myself anything. I have nothing of my own. As the government fell, the laws, rules and safety came crumbling down. There was no one to protect the children. Some children like Mrs Jones', are wanted and loved. Others like me were a way to survive poverty. My parents had me, and then as soon as I could lift a brush, I was rented out as a cleaner. When I was old enough, I was hired as a babysitter. Whatever job they could find me, I did it. I would envision running away, but I knew it was futile. Even as an adult, if I tried to get my own place, a job, or a bank account I would be asked for my contract. The one that states I was sold, and must work off my debt. It is my parent's debt though, the money wasn't given to me. Just like now, Mrs Jones. Apparently, my lack of education meant all I could do was household chores. I failed in the factory, and to pay off the debt of my parents was taking too long. My only chance to survive is to do as I am told. Eleven years, I have eleven years left before I am free. Regardless of debt, when someone reaches thirty-six all contracts are removed. That is my only saving grace. That is providing that between now and then I don't sign a contract. I can live on minimal food, clothing and supplies. I know that if I agreed to their help, I would sign to pay off the cost. That is me agreeing to extra years after my freedom date. “This way.” I feel a hand pull on me, a woman smiling as she leads me out of my house. “Your name?” The woman looks at me waiting. Do I say Melinda or Mutt? I really don't know. She looks at me impatiently. "Mrs Jones called me Mutt." That was all I could say. "Well, pick a name, a name you actually like. I can see your birth name on the contracts, however, when you are thirty-six you have the right to change your name." "Daisy, I like Daisy." I do, and I don't want to use the name my parents gave me. “Okay, well Daisy, I’m Mary. Dean’s wife, the plan is for you to live with us. We have a few girls who do. You will have your own room and things. Your aim is to ensure you’re earning us enough to pay for what you use and the cost we paid buying you from Mrs Jones. You have three years to earn back that money for us.” Is she crazy? One hundred thousand in three years? “How am I meant to do that?” “Sex of course. There are many places where women go and get paid for pleasure. Some places will pay more than others. You will do it.” Sex is a new one even for me. I have watched my dad get paid by people to hire me to clean, do drug runs, steal, and so much more, but never have sex. Not even Mrs. Jones sold me for that. “Think of it as pleasure and business mix. You get the pleasure, we get the payment.” She stands by the car holding open the door. Sliding in I sit down. I don’t speak, I stay quiet as we get taken to their place. They have money, a lot of money but to them, my worth is one hundred thousand. Even though their house is probably worth millions. So to them, I am pennies. My new house, until that contract is void because I reach thirty-six. I can survive until then. I have survived this longI had thought Mrs Jones was bad. I soon found out just how wrong I was. Dean is the devil, literally. If I could go back to Mrs Jones, I would have my bags packed and ready. Or rather bag. Dean and his gambling problem cause drama for everyone. We have moved cities three times since I was sold to him. He gambles, raising his debt to others in the city then makes us all run and hide. This new city will be the same as the last ones. My role will be the same. I am used to the clubs now, I am used to my roles within them. I am used to the show now. I’m Twenty-eight and know the way to get men to pay extra, to pick me before the other women. It’s the starting point I hate. I hate it more that this is a new city, somewhere I have never been. I knew the men where we were, but apparently, this city had more money. It is a clean city, in the sense no one knows Dean and he owes no one anything. I stand next to the other women, and I can feel Dean’s eyes on me from the corner of the room.
It is rare I drink anything other than water. I place the glass down and move forward to kiss him, his hand going up and stopping me. Shit, I am in trouble now. “Sorry, I’m new to this place, I don’t know the rules.” Maybe I shouldn’t lead here? “Miss Raven, right?” He looks at me and I nod. “I’m Demitri, what is your name?” He smiles at me. “Dais-Erm-Cherry.” I never get asked my name, and when I was sold Dean told me my name was Cherry if I was ever working, it suited me better for what I was to do. “Cherry. It is nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand I shake it. I’m confused, he paid to have me in this room and is talking to me? “Can I ask you something, Cherry?” I nod, feeling nervous. “Are you really happy with selling your body?” “It is money.” I smile at him. “I know, but surely you are not happy to have different men use you for pennies when you’re worth far more?” I stare at him. “You have choices, you realise that right? Sure, this is an easy way to make qui
I sit and look at her, fascinated that she is here. Partly because it breaks the fucking rules, but more that she is here. She looks wild, just caged. Part of me wants to walk outside and find Dean, but my hands are tied. That contract can’t be changed, so she is his. Even if it is disgusting how he treats her. So I won’t, for her, I won’t. I stare at her, and her eyes are beautiful, huge and blue. How anyone can look at her and hurt her I won’t understand. I should leave, every moment I spend here with her is another moment I want to break that Dean guy's jaw. Standing I smile at her. “It was nice to meet you, Daisy.” I nod to her slightly and turn, as I reach the door I hear her quiet whimper and stop. “You’re crying?” I stand and look at her. “It’s fine, just go.” She stands up and tries to look defiant yet she looks exhausted and like she needs sleep. “Clearly it isn’t, you look disappointed.” “I’m not disappointed Mr. Devil, I am merely exhausted and know what is to come on
“Em.” I wave the woman over. Taking out my wallet I hand her money, her eyes looking at me confused. “I require an extra hour with the lady Cherry, and she agrees. Put that with the rest.” I pay the exact same amount, I won’t pay extra because that dick gets it. Walking back through I see her kneeling. She stayed and waited. Trusted that I would come back? I stare at her amazed. “You didn’t move?” “I trusted you to not lie.” Her words are quiet as she stays kneeling. Her eyes are down, and her palms are up. “You have done this before.” She is in a perfect position. “Not all men who paid for me wanted pure sex, some wanted a submissive or a slave. So I was trained.” That is perfect, and as much as I love my submissives, she deserves far more than that tonight. “On the sofa, little bird.” I watch as she does as I say. Sitting on the sofa I shake my head. “Lie back, I have limited space and resources little bird. But your pleasure comes first.” I walk to her, as she lies back. My
I watch him walk out. He is different, which I like. Although I doubt I will see him again. I broke the rules today, more than one. I spoke to him, told him things, and said my real name. Took pleasure, I am not allowed to take pleasure. Drank, I drank even if it was only a bit. I hear the door open and look up at the woman. “Cherry, your payment.” She hands me the money. Smiling I take it. “Thank you.” I watch as she walks out, my eyes on the money. I could leave, over four thousand is in my hand, and I could run. I consider it, yet I know I can’t. All it takes is one person to look me up and know that I am owned. Standing I walk out, Dean stood by the door waiting. I walk out with him following and sit in the car. “You were gone longer than an hour. You know the rules. When time is up you leave.” He looks pissed off. “He paid gain for an extra hour.” I hold out the money. He takes it and smiles. “Good girl Cherry, there are two other men who will pay high amounts, I will fin
I walk into the house and my brothers look at me,"You're late,"I ignore their words and get a drink, I can still see Daisy below me, her pleasure, that orgasm."Rosalie is waiting."I turn to Calix, my head shaking."I'm not in the mood to play tonight, you two carry on without me." I want to go back there and ask for her details, find out where she is."Awe, did you get a new friend?" I hear Marcello."Now now Marcello, they are missions. Not friends, he just likes to save them from their own lives." Calix laughs."I'm worn out, if you two keep being dicks, I will send Rosalie home."I see Marcello's eyes widen at my words."Okay, okay I am going to play." I watch as they both walk off to the room where Rosalie is. I don't sleep well. It isn't so much her teasing my mind, but I am now worried, would she have eaten? Got sleep? All the qu
I wake, feeling confused and groggy. My head is pounding and I fight to remember what happened yesterday. I remember Mr. Anderson, the shower, my words after which caused him to punch me.The club, I was at the club. I sit up and look around, unsure of where I am. The bed is huge, bigger than my room at Dean's, the whole room is huge. Did I go home with someone? I fight to remember but there is nothing.Panic rises, did Dean sell me on? I feel sick. Standing my legs shake. I walk to the door and open it quietly, peering outside. I can't see or hear anyone. I poke my head out more trying to see more but there is nothing. Wherever I am is nice, that is for sure.I step out quietly, walking as quickly as possible, trying to find the way out, I am constantly turning and looking behind me.My body slams into something hard. Looking up a guy is peering down at me amused. I scream, and push him, his face full of shock. His hands try t
Her words hurt. I feel responsible for her punishments. I felt sorry for her, never getting real pleasure. The last straw was the name, mutt. I felt like chasing whoever it was down and turning them into one.Instead, I walked away, and hid away in the gym, letting my anger and frustrations out on the bag. Walking back through I don't see Diasy which is a good thing."Food brother." Calix pushes the plate to me. "We need to talk about what to do. Sure she is his, but this is our city. If people know we are letting him get away with this.""I will sort it, I don't know how but I will sort it in a way that has minimal impact on her." I can't carry that guilt around with me.I can't deal with the city or the people in it today. Mr Anderson, I know. Not well but he knows of us. I feel like he should be the first one I pay a visit to. I can easily go to him and ensure he keeps his mouth shut and never touches Daisy again.I kno