Chapter 2: The First Client

CASSIE

My breathing was getting more and more labored as I ran further and faster. It was also because my head was still covered by the black cloth. I could only vaguely see the road ahead. Sometimes I looked back, afraid that they would catch me.

This time they laughed when I looked back, because we weren't too far apart. Their running ability and mine were much different. That made them laugh at me like a toy trying to run away. 

Even though I knew they could catch me at any time, I didn't stop running because I didn't want to let myself be taken to a place where I didn't want to serve men.

My tears were reaching the corners of my eyes. And that's why my vision became increasingly blurry until I finally fell down from tripping. 

I could only cry because I couldn't scream. I dragged my body away from the pimp's men.

“Too bad you're already tired, but it was fun to see you running around like a scared cat.” 

In the end, they forcibly carried me back to the car.

My hands and feet were so numb that I couldn't feel any more pain.

“Shit! Look at her feet and hands. How are we going to give Madam Elie an explanation?” 

“That sissy man will cover her wounds, take it easy.”

The car then stopped. My head covering was also finally removed so I could see my surroundings clearly. 

It turned out that they were about to transfer me from the car to the ship. I tried to run away once more, but they then slapped me and kicked me which ultimately left me with no more strength to resist. Then something hot touched my shoulder. 

I screamed in pain and also heard the sound of burning skin. 

“You have a new mark as a member of Pack Nexus. Even if you become an unofficial member, when you arrive at your new place, your old Pack mark will be removed.”

I cried out in pain, as it turned out that the object attached to my back was a hot, burning iron. 

I was forced to accept this fate for someone else's mistake. I hate you father! 

They put me into a room full of glittering clothes and accessories. 

I banged on the door but then a voice behind me made me stop.

“Well look at you, you're so pretty and it looks like you're new. Just accept your fate, from now on you will be a member of Pack Nexus.” A sissy man came up to me and touched my hair. He must be the one the men were referring to earlier.  

He laughed. “I'm your makeup artist from now on. I will prepare you before you meet your guests. You're lucky that you already have a guest waiting for you at Pack Nexus.”

Finally the duct tape on my mouth was removed. “I'm not going to be a whore! Pack Nexus or whatever it is, I'm not going there!” My breathing rose and fell with anger. “Untie my hands!”

But instead he forcibly removed the doctor's coat I was wearing. “You're a doctor? That will add your value in the eyes of the guests.”

Whoever those damn guests are I don't want to know! 

Suddenly he was about to take off my shirt. I rebelled, because even though he was a sissy, he was still a man who potentially could have done something to me. So I fought back by taking a pen from my pants pocket, but accidentally, the pen I used to fight him hit his neck, hitting his pulse until he bled profusely and convulsed on the floor. 

I walked backwards until I hit the door, my hands shaking violently. I had just killed someone.

The men came over and were shocked to see what I had done. 

“Damn it, you're so dangerous!”

Guilt and regret immediately struck me. I just wanted to defend myself but I ended up killing someone.

I shouldn't have killed someone because I'm a doctor, my job is to save people not kill them. 

I couldn't resist anymore as they took me out of the ship, getting into another car that had no idea where it was going this time. I didn't even realize they had put a fox mask on my face. 

They pulled me roughly as the car finally stopped in front of a club called 'Paradise'. 

“Sorry Madam Elie, we're a little late,” said the man who led me.

“Gosh why does she look like that?” The woman called Madam Elie looked me up and down, assessing my looks. “Why is there blood on her clothes? Oh my, and what about his feet and hands? You want to give her to a guest in that state? Where's the makeup artist!”

“Sorry Madam Elie, she ran away and we caught her. And she .... killed her makeup artist,” one of the men holding me explained.

The pimp lifted my chin. “Hm, interesting.” She took off my mask at a glance. “The guests will probably like her. Just put her in our VVIP guest room. They must be intrigued by a bold woman.”

I spat at this woman before the men took me to a room with five men in it. 

The ties on my hands were untied and I was left alone here, in a room filled with the pungent smell of cigarettes and alcohol.

This room was very dark and tense. Four of the five men here looked at me but not the one man who was busy smoking his cigarette. 

“You bought me? You bastards! You bloody maggots! It's because of you that I was dragged here! Don't you know there are many patients waiting for me at the hospital? I have to cure them!” After I finished yelling at them, I turned around to open the door, but it was locked.

Unexpectedly, the four men laughed and clapped, like they were watching a fun show. 

My annoyance and anger reached such a peak that I picked up a vase of flowers and threw it at them, only for it to land at the feet of the man who had been silent all along.

“How dare you!” shouted one of the four men. He walked up to me and was about to slap me. But his hand stopped in mid-air and he looked at the man who was still sipping his cigarette in the corner of the room.

The man who had been silent all along ended up walking over to me while carrying a glass filled with his drink. When he got closer, I realized he had brown eyes, a rare color because almost everyone here had blue eyes.

His aura is creepy, plus his body is very tall and well-built which makes me look very small compared to him. 

I couldn't run away, I could only cling to the door while swallowing my saliva as I watched his sharp gaze pierce my eyes. 

The man's breath full of alcoholic stench swept over my masked face and his eyes were cold. “Who are you?”

What kind of question is that? Wasn't he the client who was said to have booked me? 

His face got so close to mine that I held my breath. “I asked you a question.”

I gulped down my saliva with difficulty. “My name is .... Cassie.”

I thought this man would leave after I said my name, but instead he pressed one hand against the door, next to my head. “I'm not asking your name. But I did ask who you are.”

He confused me anyway! In this state, what kind of answer does he expect from me? I'm already scared to death and want to run away from here and he's disputing my answer?

This man pressed his lips to my ear. “You don't have a wolf inside you.” Then unexpectedly, he punched the door until it broke.

I held my breath completely. My body froze in front of him. This man was terrifying, both his expression and his actions.

“Why did that pimp give me a defect?” This brown-eyed man looked back, asking the other men.

The four men gave a frightened reaction, they looked down not daring to look at this man in front of me.

This made me wonder, who exactly was this brown-eyed man? Who is he that the others are afraid of him? Is he so wealthy that he can scare others with his money?

“I'm not an item and I'm not defective.” I finally got my voice out loud. 

This man looked directly at me and pushed one of my shoulders until I was back against the door. “You were sold for a lot of money but you have flaws.”

Without knowing where the courage came from, I slapped him. Only then did my hand tremble so much that I had to hide it behind my body.

This man calmly rubbed his cheeks that were reddened by my slap. “What makes you so special? That pimp said you were special. Is it because you don't have a wolf? Or because you're a doctor? I'm also very curious why you sold yourself.” He held my chin. I could feel the very strong smell of alcohol from his mouth and also the smell of medicine.

“Don't touch me!”

He smiled wryly. “Don't you know that I bought you just to serve myself?” Then he pushed aside the hair covering my left eye. “But you're too arrogant as if you're precious. I've changed my mind. How about you serve the five of us?”

I shook my head quickly.

This man brought his lips to my ear again. “If you don't want to, then obey.”

I nodded quickly. Yes, I must obey. But that doesn't mean I'm going to serve this man for real, I'm just obeying so that I'm safe for now.

He moved his hand in the air. “All of you get out.”

The other four men immediately walked out leaving only me and him. 

My body was trembling so much because I was afraid that this man would immediately start rushing at me. 

But he just walked away from me after locking the door. He sat on the sofa and patted the empty space beside him. “Sit here, Cassie.”

I quickly did as he asked. I sat beside him firmly and alertly.

He poured a drink into a glass and handed it to me. I accepted this glass of alcohol with trembling hands. 

I didn't expect him to pull off the mask I was wearing. Then he furrowed his brows, probably looking at my bleeding lips. I hoped that with this he would tell me to leave.

But instead, he rubbed my lips with his thumb. I winced because it hurt. 

“Are you afraid I might poison you?” he asked in a deep voice.

I could only stare at this glass without daring to look at him.

“I don't like quiet women.” I didn't expect him to snatch this glass away from me, drink the entire contents and then he transferred the drink through kisses to me, so I couldn't help but swallow it.

This drink has a strong medicinal and alcoholic flavor. My head became dizzy and also my body became hot. I don't know what kind of drug it was but it seemed to be a stimulant!

I beat on his chest to get him to let me go, but he took both my hands, bringing them together behind my body. 

I bit his lip until it bled. He looked at me for a moment and then finished the drink in his glass and kissed me again. 

My body responded to this man's kiss without me being able to control it. I was completely intoxicated either by the drug or the drink. 

As I struggled to catch my breath, he whispered in my ear. “Jayden, call me Jayden.”