Chapter 1

Two years after the accident...

Maurício Monroeli

Speech

"Number seven, please, three steps ahead!"

Seeing them obeying each order without any effort is already a great advance for my new business.

"Olivia, a perverse virgin of only 20 years old who loves sexual fantasies. Her functions are extraordinary gentlemen, you have no idea what she is capable of doing just by using the mastery of oral sex. The starting bid cannot be less than 20,000 Euros. Olivia is not a carrier of any STD (sexually transmitted diseases). Everyone will receive on their digital screens the file of the young women that will participate in the auction on this beautiful evening. This is our second commodity of the night, remembering that today we will have 12 selected." Roberto closes the speech with his starting bid of 32 thousand Euros.

The starting bids were great, after all, they really have to make all my efforts count. The auction works in the following way: if the mother, father or whoever doesn't pay what they owe me, someone has to pay, since they don't have money I'll accept good merchandise as payment, if they don't have either one, death is inevitable. Luckily Olivia was bought by my best customer in the dust market, thus being the first woman to be bought by him. The last woman to be auctioned was Charles, the bid for her was not the best, but it was good enough.

"I appreciate the presence of each one of you, gentlemen. I am sorry to those who could not buy their happiness today, but that is no reason for sadness, tomorrow we will have 16 new numbers. Feel free to enjoy the party." After the auction the drinks are on the house (in this case on me). I left everyone in Juliana's hands, got the two best bitches of the night and went to the best hotel with the two bitches and Roberto.

"So, did the guy ever give me any satisfaction?" He means Parkinson, a big debtor bastard.

"No. I don't want to think about anything anymore Roberto, tomorrow I'll see what he has to offer me in exchange for his life."

"I hear rumors that he has a daughter, but she is not at all pretty, let alone attractive. So they say!"

"So be it! If the rumors are true, at least I will have a maid. I hope she'll be useful for something, I'm tired of disappointments in my life."

"But just be careful that she gives you horrible nightmares after seeing her. From what they say she is deformed and no longer of any use, it looks like a guy set her on fire. Her mother never cared, thus being Parkinson's sad, ugly, unhappy daughter."

"I would be sorry if she were my mother or even you yourself, but since that's not my concern I don't give a shit who she is."

We arrived at the hotel and the two women were already waiting for me inside the VIP room, together with another slut. Roberto already entered the bar, according to him, to warm up his body before doing anything. The room has red and blue lights, which give a somewhat sexy tone as well as relaxing and intoxicating, just by being there you can feel peace. In front of me I have a privileged view, three hot chicks warming up in the pole dance.

"Suck that cock, bitch, I don't have all night for role-playing.” One of them came walking slowly, approached me and tried to take off my blazer, I interrupted her because I want nothing more than a wonderful oral sex today. “Just suck, without saying anything. You two can leave.”

"Why does it have to be like this? We could be happy together!"

"I asked for silence.” I ordered one more time. Sabrina is a fucked-up ex-friend who tried to pass me over, but as she herself knew, she got screwed over big time.

I sold Sabrina to the owner of Norely's Nightclub who is a fanatic for slutty women who are worthless. Since it is also a house of prostitution, only the richest have a free pass.

The bitch has the gift of sucking my cock like no other, her fleshy mouth making back and forth movements, gives me a feeling of lightness, as if I were floating around, how I wish I didn't feel so much.

She manages to suck it all and with her right hand she masturbates while sucking, in frantic and unique movements. I threw my head back and grabbed her hair, keeping her mouth glued to every inch of my cock, who was in control of everything now was me and I made her choke on her cum, tears coming down her face for me was a moment of pleasure and very satisfying. I took her out and asked her to leave, took a shower and even thought of going for a second round with penetration and the whole fucking thing, but I was interrupted by Roberto's call.

Active Connection

"Change your plans for today because Parkinson's is here!"

"Hold him until I get there." You'd think I'd guessed it. Today is the perfect day to get some answers about his debt and how I'm going to stand on this story.

"Just don't take too long because he might try to make a scene in here."

"I'll be right down."

Inactive Connection

Roberto was always very agile in everything he did. Discreetly I grabbed one of the champagne and walked toward them both with a cunning smile on my lips.

"Mauricio, it's always a pleasure to meet you.” he says as he greets me, understanding my hand.

"I'm sorry I can't say the same. You know that your debt is past due and the interest is only increasing more and more? I know you can't pay me back, what do you have to offer me in exchange for your life?"

"I have nothing of value that interests you Mauricio, if you give me two more weeks I swear I will get at least half the amount." His watery eyes gave away his state of despair that for a brief moment I really thought he was going to cry.

"The waiting period for you has unfortunately come to an end, but that's no problem for me, I understand you have a daughter, wouldn't you like to do good business with her?” His gaze changed to surprise very quickly.

"I'm sure she wouldn't interest you, the girl is all deformed and..."

"Is she useful for anything?"

"She has a degree in economics and is an excellent housewife.” Well, that's something.

"Great, I'll come by tomorrow night to pick her up, be with her at the time of payment, I don't want to be called a bad person. And don't forget Parkinson that once again I am saving you from death, you bastard.” He didn't say anything else, he simply turned his back and walked away.

The night was long and very tedious. I drank everything I had to while Roberto enjoyed himself with the sluts.

Juliana, Norely sister and responsible for taking care of everything, is still responsible for instituting the girls that end up in my hands.

"When will there be another auction? You might as well put some naked kittens in too, don't you think?" I smile at your cynical face.

"Tomorrow I will even need to see your services to instruct some inexperienced young girls that have come into my hands."

"You can leave them with me and you'll get good results." I said goodbye to Juliana, told Roberto that I would go home and leave.

I don't like killing, so I prefer to do business in exchange for their debt. Some come to me of their own free will, wanting to be matched by a good match, others are just payoffs of doubt, and some even think we work with some kind of modeling agency.

Louise

Every time I look in the mirror it's as if I'm watching myself catch fire again, so I try my best to avoid not looking at myself. The only part of my body that was "saved" was my face and my left leg. After that I isolated myself from many things. I avoid crowded places because there is always a person coming to ask about me and I hate it. I recently got a job in a bakery, and I like it there because it is not very busy.

Clarice has been working with me for two months and is the only person closest to me. Before we worked together we were already acquainted, we studied economics together, but only now we talk a little more, she works with me because I couldn't get another job.

"Good morning Clarice, are you feeling better from the pain?" I asked as soon as I entered and saw her behind the counter.

"Good morning Louis, yes I am, thank you for asking. Louis... I know I've insisted enough, but tonight my mother is having a barbecue at home, do you want to go? Please, Louis!" Clarice is as insistent as a child when she wants something.

"Thanks again for inviting Clarice, but you know it's not for me. I didn't think it was my bad will because it's not, I'm just not ready yet."

"And what are you ashamed of? You are beautiful and you have a heart of gold, Louis, you can wear any outfit you want and you'll still be beautiful, it's not these marks that will make you want to stop living, is it?” Speaking this way seems so easy...

"Thank you for your words, Clarice, but I'm not ready yet."

"All right then, but do you promise that one day you'll go out with me?"

"I promise, but... I don't know when that day will come."

"No problem, I will always remind you.”

The day was productive, we made good sales and I spent Mauro part of the afternoon talking to Clarice about economics.

When I got home I noticed that my father had left a note on the table.

"Good evening daughter, I might be a little late tonight, so you can have dinner without me. Tomorrow will be a great day for all of us."

I didn't really understand what he meant by this "tomorrow will be a great day", every day is the same for both of us, but whatever it is I don't care.

I went into the bathroom and tried once again not to look at myself in the mirror. Come to think of it, I might as well accept one of Clarice's invitations and have some fun.

While waiting for the tub to fill up, I went to exfoliate my skin with chamomile extract. I got into the tub allowing my whole body to be covered by the water “it would be easier if I drowned in here with no one around” but I fear for what might be waiting for me after death.

After almost an hour lost in my thoughts I went to my room. The house is not very modest, but it has everything we need for everyday life. I looked through my rumpled clothes and I'm sure my father took my last piece of jewelry, what the hell! I put on my Barbie pajamas and went to make dinner. I cut the chicken into strips and while the cabbage was stewing someone kept ringing the doorbell tirelessly. I took off my apron and answered it.

"If you came for Parkinson, he's not here." I said as I opened the door.

The man outside the door must be two meters tall or more. His huge beard and black eyes give him a fearsome appearance and an ugly spine. There are so many scumbags that my father has been involved with, God forbid. There was one more man leaning against the car stopped just in front of the garden, my heart started beating out of rhythm when I saw that they had guns.