3. Her father sold her

Chapter 3. Her father sold her

Jade's POV

Throughout the bath and drying I had been occupied in my thoughts. Thoughts that denied to leave my mind. Thoughts that brought more tears in my eyes. Thoughts that made me think of ways I would avenge them who sent me here. 

My father... That filthy disgusting man I called father for twenty four years of my life sold me away. My heart bleeds and every fucking hair on my body burns like a honeybee's bite whenever I think about him. His face transforms into stygian dark, eyes red and teeth grow out like a monster's as I imagine his face in the back of my head. 

I feel ashamed of myself– for being born in his house. He was filthier than wild boars. With all the water on earth combined, it can still not make up to the amount of hatred I have in my heart for him. Such a stale piece of sick bastard he is. 

"Get ready, Jade. I am taking you out to a party." He had said while handling me a parcel. 

I had brightened, my cheeks burning with blush. That was the first time he was inviting me to go out with him. Rest other times, he had always been rude and hurtful, uncaring of the pain his words would cause. 

"What is in this, dad?"

"A lovely dress that will suit my lovely daughter." He had said.

 Not to mention, that was the first time in years that he showered me with such affection. I was accustomed to listening to his slicing remarks such as 'you are ugly wh*re, I would love to throw you out to the dogs if I could, you are annoying sl*t' from him. 

So when he called me 'his lovely daughter', emotions kicked in. Autopilot was switched on, and I had gladly worn that sluttish gown with slits on both sides. 

My full back was left at view. Two strings merely held the dress on my shoulders. The evening air was cool and hence my nipples were hard and visible. It was so uncomfortable that I didn't get out of the car for a few minutes once we reached the avenue. I was not sure if I wanted to be noticed wearing that vulgar dress. But I did as I wanted to impress my father. 

He had also given me six inches long heels. The ones you might have seen p*rn stars wear during their shoot. Beastly huge and sexy-- one that sets the opposite gender's heart ablaze and wonder how they'd look to their eyes if the leg wearing them is put on their shoulder, heels facing the ceiling as they kiss the calves. 

It made me feel like a slut but I hadn't dared to spell that out. I wanted to respect my father's efforts. Since that was the first time he bought something for me without me asking for it, I assumed he was trying to work on our complicated bonding. 

I thought my father truly meant to gift me something sexy. Something that would make every man in the party ogle at his daughter, and make him feel proud as I was his offspring, and that he could brag about having a goddess-like daughter. Alas, he was only dolling me up for a party from where they kidnapped me. 

Yeah. I was kidnapped. It didn't click me until I was held by strange men and touch inappropriately. Though I was heavily drugged, but can a woman forget the assaulting touch she feels on her body? Never. 

"Your hair is like thread of silk! You are truly a blessed one." An unnecessary compliment snapped me off my reverie. 

Even then, slowly during the bath as their not so gentle fingers rubbed body wash on my skin, I recollected as to how I ended up here... And it all began once I entered that party with my father in Hotel Monique.

He said it was a business party as he had handed me a glass of champagne. It clicked me that it was a party, but unlike businesslike, given that men were pressed up in the corners with women, eating and slurping on their p*ssies. My eyes shrunk suspecting danger within the perimeter of the party hall. Every eye was glued on me like I was an appetising ball of tender cotton candy. 

I don't drink as it makes me tipsy quicker than expected. That being the case I refused my father. But he told me that one drink won't cause any trouble and that women without a titillating flute in her hand appeared less attractive in a grand party like this.

I trusted him when he bought one for me. The glass shone like a big diamond and its stem was extraordinarily long. It suited in my nicely polished and painted hand. I attempted to avoid drinking it as long as I could unless my father forced it down my throat, using his rough hands. 

I guess he was asked to complete his part of bargain without wasting another second and since I was doing everything but cooperate, he made me drink it. 

Not even five minutes had passed and I started to feel dizzy. He had feigned to be worried, his hands holding me protectively as though he didn't want any other man touching me with that barely-there dress put on. 

"There's a restroom down the stairs. I'll take you there, baby." I trusted my father and let him take me to wherever he led me while my head coiled like a vortex.

However, once I were out of the crowded place, "Now she's all yours." He handed me to a bunch of men, who later drugged me, and brought me here. 

"It's time for a dress, honeybee." My reverie was broken by the healthy woman's voice. 

Tbc... 

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