Chapter Seven

FREYA

It had been two months since I was brought here, and I was already seeing changes in my body, having been sexually active with Jaxton.

I guess no one noticed the changes in my body, not even the maids who were ladies, too, maybe because none of them truly gave a damn about me.

I was pregnant for a heartless git, who had me in his crisp like a bank would hold the collateral for a loan, while waiting and praying the loan never gets paid.

I can’t have a baby with him. Not now, not ever.

I rushed to the mirror in my room. I first noticed the changes on my body while I was taking a bath in the bathroom, but here, right before the mirror, it was more evident than I ever thought.

My body was gradually changing physically, and I was sensing some internal changes, too.

At least, I could sense that I take more naps nowadays, and I crave for more food than I ever craved for, and I had become the laziest thing in the weird billionaire mafia’s abode.

The maids were there to serve me, and the food was always there to be eaten, but I never get lazy with one thing; his bed.

I warm whenever he wishes, and in whichever way he wants, and that is how I got pregnant for him.

Gosh!

It shouldn’t be him.

Had it belonged to some poor guy out there, or a random bastard, I could have been a little more grateful than this, but it belonged to my incarcerator.

The door of my room was braced with knocks, and I stepped out of the mirror side, because I did not wish to have the changes noticed by anyone who would announce the news of pregnancy to him.

“Come in.” I said and folded my arms.

Today, by the way, was a special day in Jaxton’s crib. It was Jaxton’s twenty-third birthday, so, everybody was getting set for the great party that would follow suit.

The door was pushed open, and two maids, clad in their regal, walked in, bearing a trey of clothes.

I knew he would ask them to bring nice clothes for his birthday party. I knew he wouldn’t skip that, because he would like me to look all beautiful and charming to his party.

“We brought you clothes for the party, Freya.” One of them said, while the other offloaded the contents of the trey.

“And we would help you put them on.” The maid landed.

I looked into the trey and my eyes met the most horrible kind of clothes I had ever seen. There were no gowns that would make me look like a princess in it.

It bore a short leather gown that would put out the full shape of my body and make me look like a harlot, a boot, a chain, and a whip.

He wants me to be a stripper in his party.

Good lord, apart from my father who got me into this mess, I had never seen someone who hate me like Jaxton do.

I don’t seem to look human enough to him, that’s why he wants me to feature in his birthday party as a stripper. 

Come on, that’s crazy.

“Take off your clothes.” 

Even the maids knew I was a sex slave to their boss, and they don’t mind treating me that way. 

I held my clothes and took them off. Being naked in front of the household had been quite a common thing to me, because I had always been given clothes that don’t cover me properly, and whenever I sleep off or get drunk, the same maids would fix me up.

They took the gown, unzipped it, and in the next thirty minutes, I was fully clad in the stripper’s outfit they brought in a trey.

But that wasn’t enough.

They styled my hair in the craziest pattern I had ever seen, and painted my lips black.

“Come to the mirror and see the wonder you are.” One of the maids held my hand and led me to the mirror.

I wasn’t a wonder with that outfit. I was a mess. A goddamn stripper. 

“Good.” The maid standing behind me said with a smile.

Her smile was nothing better than disgusting, and she looked ugly enough to sound that stupid. She had been groomed into a shameless monster, that’s why she had the guts to say such.

“You have always been pretty, but tonight, you’ve been shaped into a weirdo.” The maid standing next to me said.

“Let’s go.” The one standing behind me clapped and both left with their trey.

The bid deal here was that I don’t have clothes in my room, and I don’t know where the maids come from, because I am not allowed to leave the big room.

The only spaces I was allowed to use in the mansion was the big room, the room next to it, and the balcony where Jaxton prefers getting me fucked.

I looked around me. 

The last thing I would ever wish to do is to go out there and play a striper. I wasn’t raised to be that stupid, but my father already sold me out, and I was passing through what he had tossed me into.

I walked over to the balcony, and looked into the garden. It was bright with massive light bulbs that were planted in it the same way the flowers were planted.

My eyes went further, and there was a gate, which was opened.

It was far from the garden, but from what I could see, it leads to the outside.

Escape, that was the word resounding in my ears. I had always dreamt of it, but tonight, I felt it was time to flee or die doing so.

I looked down once more to the garden. The height wasn’t that long for me to jump through the balcony, and by the way, the boots were a pretty choice, good for jumping and not getting hurt.

I skipped the railings and landed on my feet in the garden, lucky to miss the edges of the fountain in the garden.

I had been active in high jumps for quite a couple of years, so, jumping from the balcony to the garden wasn’t a big stuff for me.

I looked around; there are no guards around. Not even the maids were anywhere around the garden, and thus, the show kicked off.