Chapter Eight

FREYA 

I had always been so good an athlete all my life, so, taking off to the gate at the far end of the garden was no big deal.

I scaled through the garden, careful not to be seen by or any of the maids who might be roaming around the property like they always did.

 I have seen them a couple of times roaming around the garden in daytime so I prayed so hard they don’t room tonight as I did my little bidding of fleeing from my captor’s hive, and I guess my prayers were answered before I thought of praying. 

They weren't there to tell me back to my space, so, I made my way out of the gate, and stepping out, I ran without looking back.

Thanks to the boots, and the stripper gown that was so tight it clung to my body like my skin on my bones.

I wonder what would be of Jaxton if he learns that the stripper regal the maids brought me had only been an aid to my escape; he would be so mad to realize that, but that's by the way.

I fled like I had never done in my life, but then came the flash of a car’s light coming from behind.

I was already at the big road, strolling towards nowhere to be precise, but I have it in mind already that I had break loose, and wherever I was heading to was my place of freedom.

Yes, I would be free from Jaxton. Free from the mess my father got me into.  Free from the ugly life of being fucked day and night by a monstrous git, and being forced to put on clothes that makes me look exactly like a harlot.

Indeed, my father described me as one; the smutty daughter of his, whose pussy is liable to get him two hundred million dollars at a go and more after a night with that bastard mafia called Jaxton.

Well, the light gave me goosebumps.

Imagine a monkey fleeing the zoo at night, being bathed with such light, so bright it would give every inch of the poor monkey away.

That was exactly how I felt with the light on me.

Gosh!

I thought as fast as was probably necessary.

The roadside could keep me from the light, if only I could just hide to the extreme end of it. But what if it was Jaxton’s men.

He is a damn big mafia, and his men are everywhere around the city. They could be the ones running after me with that car.

I resigned to what fate would do with me, and slowed my movement. There is entirely no need running when I had been bathed with light, such that my shadow was thick and long.

It slowed when it came fully in sight, and my heart skipped a beat.

It could be his men, or worse, it could be him, but whichever of them it is, I would rather have myself to the tires than get my ass back to Jaxton.

“Hello, pretty, how much for a night?”

That voice wasn't mafia in any way. It was the voice of a drunk mother fucker who wants a pussy for the night.

His voice brought relief, and the fact that I could have him take me out of here resuscitated my hope for freedom from the mad logic of being born a whore who could be traded for some huge money.

“Anything you wish.”

I knew my voice could rouse his dick, and the bright color of my skin would wake butterflies in his head.

He was somewhat drunk, and probably on his way home, so, I guess he wouldn't do well with getting me pissed off if I should spend the night at his place tonight.

At least, he would offer me a chance of scampering into safety till day break.

"Come on bitch, you look classy, like you would charge a grand.” He said, his hands clutching the steering wheels.

I couldn’t see him well from where I was, but I could see his face. He had the face of an average proletariat in the streets who would need a warm pussy to drain his stress out of him through his dick.

“Not too classy for pretty boys like you. I would like to see your dock.”

The least thing I ever wanted was to have him match the pedal and take off without picking me up in his car.

I need him to get me out of here at all damn course, and I want him to do it right away.

He looked at me with his eyes narrowed. He must be wondering what gave me the balls to speak to him in such naughty manner as I just did. Maybe I had been seeing too many dicks, and his would just another fair dick for another night.

“Really, come hop in, pretty.”

Those were the kindest words I had heard in a decade. Yes, he was another asshole who would have me duck his dick if we get to his place, but I guess it' better to suck another dick than to have myself caught at the long road and bundled back to Jaxton.

“Good boy.” I said, walked over and hopped into the car, sitting right beside him.

I had never been naughty before, but I knew I had to be as naughty as was necessary to get my pretty ass out of here.

He kicked off, and I exhaled. 

Finally, a good Samaritan is getting me rolled off the big road, and if getting fucked all night by him would be the price I would pay, then, I would have it paid.

“What's your name?”

Maybe he wasn't a bit drunk like I thought. Maybe I was wrong to assume that any man who stops by with a car and asks a pretty lady clad in a stripper’s regal and boots is drunk.

But I wouldn't blame myself for thinking that way, because I couldn't imagine picking a lady dressed the way I was dressed here, if I was a man.

“Nia. My name is Nia.”