I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute

"ACK!"

"How dare you scream when you're with me?! Do you want me to slit your throat so you can't scream anymore? You really are an ungrateful bitch!"

How could she not scream when someone suddenly tugged at the back of her hair until she felt her neck snap? That person was behind her and taking complete control over her, and she wasn't even allowed to scream even though she felt pain in her head and neck.

Not even a thread covered her body, and the cold air generated by the air conditioner directly assaulted her bare skin. But, she also couldn't voice her protest even if she wanted to hug herself right now instead of continuing to serve the man behind her.

But, how could she do that when the fat man was paying for her services tonight? She was one of the most famous prostitutes in "Ladder to Paradise," the most well-known brothel in town, and that was why horny and lonely men were willing to pay such a high price for her services.

She was indeed one of the most exclusive prostitutes in the brothel, and there was even a waiting list for guests who wished to spend the night with her. Each night, she would serve only one guest, but the money she received would be enough to live for a month if only she was a free person who didn't have other responsibilities.

That was why those men always looked forward to her service, but that didn't mean they would treat her tenderly when they finally got the chance to enjoy her body.

Perhaps it was because those people had paid a heavy price for her services, and that was why they didn't bother trying to treat her gently when they were finally in bed.

What she was currently experiencing was nothing new to her, and that was because the man currently piercing the skin of her waist with his long fingernails was a regular customer in the brothel. He was always looking for her, and he also always treated her roughly in bed.

It could be said that the man had always liked to play roughly in bed, and since her job was to satisfy the man, she couldn't even say no.

The back of her head was hurt, and her neck was still sore too, plus how the man even used his fingernails to hold her down only made her feel worse. Even if she couldn't see it, she assumed the skin on her waist was bleeding by now, but the torment didn't stop there.

As if the pain the girl was feeling wasn't enough, the man mercilessly entered her from behind with full force, and she even hit her forehead on the headboard due to his violent actions.

This time, she didn't scream and instead bit her plump red lip. After all, she still wanted to speak normally without the scar on her throat, and that was why she was trying to restrain herself.

"Ah!" The man suddenly moaned as he felt pleasure in his lower body. His eyes were even half closed as he was enjoying the pleasure, but he still managed to say, "It's so good, bitch! You finally know your place, huh? You don't dare to scream when you're with me?"

The man complimented her, but one of his hands was still clutching the back of her hair, and it didn't show that he appreciated her at all. Her light brown hair was only four centimeters below her ears, and because of the violent tug, a few strands of brown hair fell on her bare shoulders.

As the man continued to ravish her lower body, she finally couldn't keep biting her lower lip any longer. She had always hated it when she always felt pleasure down there because of what men did to her, but she had to admit that her body was honest. Even if she didn't like those men, her body couldn't tell the difference between every touch she felt, and that was why she always felt pleasure when those men managed to touch her sensitive spots.

It was also the same tonight when the old man behind her finally used his hand which was previously holding her waist to fondle her breast. It was probably good for her when some men liked to do it from behind. Because of that, she didn't need to see those hideous faces and bodies, and that was why she could pretend that she was having sex with a handsome man she loved.

Love, huh? Did she deserve to feel love when she was just a lowly prostitute? She had lost her virginity two years ago when she was twenty years old, and it could be said that so many men had tasted her that she couldn't even remember each of them.

She just got dirtier with time, and someone like her didn't deserve to be loved, did she?

"ACK!"

As she was distracted by unnecessary thoughts, her left shoulder was suddenly bitten from behind, and she even screamed again even though she was trying to save herself in front of the merciless man.

"You dare to scream again, bitch?!" The man behind her once again tugged at the back of her hair as he harshly scolded her. "I paid you the money that was originally for my wife's vacation, but you only know how to scream and complain, huh? Don't you think you should try to please me too?"

She could feel how her blue eyes grew warmer from the pain she was feeling, and tears almost greeted the mole under her left eye if her eyelid couldn't hold them longer. She even forgot about the pleasure she previously felt down there. Was it her fault that the man ended up using the money that should have been used to pay for his wife's vacation? Was she the one who begged the man to buy her service using that money?

No, it wasn't her who asked the man to cheat on his wife, so why should she be blamed?

If she could tell the truth, then she would say that she was tired. Yes, Vivian Boesen was tired, and if she could, she would like to get out of this black hole and fly to another galaxy to start a new life. But, how could she do that when she was powerless? Was there a way for her to quit this dark place?