The masterpiece

Shemika

“So what now?” I growled as I struggled to steady myself on my feet. 

My legs trembled beneath me from the torture I just endured.

I'd prefered to be fucked by multiple men rather than what Dom has just done to me right now.

This is emotional mistreatment.

“Let's go,” Dom mumbled as he guided me out of the room.

“Pervert!” I cursed as I sluggishly walked out of the room.

“You want some dick, you get on the stage…I'm not supposed to fuck you, I simply did what I was expected to.” Dom whispered without looking at me.

“Whatever,” I mimicked, as I walked next to him past the hallway.

“Where are you taking me now?” I probed further.

“You'll see for yourself.” He retorted, his voice was cold and flat.

I hissed silently as Dom led me past the hallway and towards a secluded building just within the fourth floor.

Dom stopped at the front of a door and placed soft knocks on it, “Come in,” the calm, familiar voice mumbled from inside the room.

Dom twisted the door knob and opened it gently with a silent creak, “Come on,” Dom nodded, gesturing to me to step into the room.

I hesitated for a while then I finally walked into the room.

But it turns out to be an office.

Bishop was seated at the centre of the room with a cigarette tugged at the middle of his fingers.

I coughed softly the moment I inhaled the smoke into my lungs.

Bishop noticed I wasn't comfortable with the cigarette smoke, so he Immediately pressed the tip of the cigarette onto the ashtray on his table.

“Sit!” He groaned, gesturing to the chair opposite him.

He stood up and went to the wine bar, picked a bottle of whiskey and returned back to his seat.

He didn't start talking immediately, he first poured himself some of the whiskey, then he lifted the cup to his lips and sipped it slowly while his eyes were on me.

Bishop cracked his throat softly then he lifted his feet and placed it on the table with a heavy thud.

“What is she like?” Bishop finally spoke, but not to me. His question was directed at Dom who's still standing just next to the door like a bodyguard that he is.

“She’s a weapon,” Dom replied flatly.

“How good?” Bishop asked again, now sipping his whiskey again.

“She's one of your best already. She'll make us new currencies.” Dom added plainly.

I turned around to look at Dom, but he barely paid attention to me, he was standing like a military personnel saluting his senior sergeant.

“Hmm,” Bishop cooed softly as he continued to sip his drink.

“Have you done something like this before?” Bishop asked, his eyes were penetrating into mine.

“No,” I muttered softly.

“That's a lie!” Bishop scoffed as he signalled Dom to come forward.

Dom walked up to Bishop and collected the iPad he was holding.

Dom walked back to me and operated the iPad for a second, then pushed it to my front on the table.

I hesitated for a while, as I continuously stared at Dom, suspicious of what he was about to do.

“Read it!” Dom groaned as he gestured towards the iPad now in my front.

I slowly tilted my head back to the iPad, only to be faced with all the information about me and where I've worked before.

It didn't just stop at that, it also brought out my address, and all the details about my family and the most recent incident that happened, which was my sister's burial ceremony.

I was surprised how they were able to collect this much data about me.

“The last place you worked was the Golden Star Hotel, yeah?” Bishop suddenly asked, his expression was unreadable.

“Yeah, I was just a cleaner.” I mumbled softly.

“Lieing again!” Miguel chuckled darkly.

“You posed to be a cleaner but you secretely were having an affair with your Boss. You served him every night after work hour.” Bishop blurted, his voice was dangerously calm and revealing of no emotions.

I immediately lowered my head in embarrassment.

Fuck, I shouldn't have lied about that.

“You weren't just serving your Boss, you were also fucking his best friend and you keep blackmailing him with his sex photos, claiming you would send them to his wife, and it'll ruin his marriage.” Bishop probed further, a dangerous smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“I…I…don't know what you're talking about.” I lied as I tried to hide my nervousness.

I was shocked how Bishop knew about all of these.

Fuck, I thought I covered my tracks.

“Are you sure, you don't know what I'm talking about?” Miguel asked, his eyes bored into mine as if he was reading through me. 

There was a devilish smile playing at the corner of his lips.

My heart began to beat faster than normal.

I began to play with my fingers, and Bishop noticed every little change in my behavior, further proving his suspicion right.

“You don't have to be scared, Shemika. I'm only asking you a simple question, I'm not trying to scare you.” Bishop scoffed.

I didn't say a word, I simply lowered my head, playing involuntarily with the edge of my dress.

“I just want you to know that I have every living being's data right here with me, and I can get as much information as I want. So you don't have to lie to me, okay?” Bishop shrieked.

“What I don't know is why exactly you're on a run.” Bishop suddenly blurted, slowly dropping his legs from the table.

“I told you already…my uncle wants to trade me.” I lied again, still not lifting my head up to look at him.

Bishop slowly leaned forward, “Why do I feel like you're lying?” He hinted as he let out a soft laugh from his teeth.

“I…I'm…I'm not lying to you.” I stammered.

“Alright, I'll find out…but you won't like it if it turns out to be a lie.” He muttered coldly as he sipped his drink again.

I lifted my head up slowly and stole a quick glance at him, but to my surprise, his eyes were still on me, smiling darkly at my nervousness.

“Shemika, are you sure that's the reason you're on a run?” His voice suddenly rang in my ears like a threat.

I didn't say a word, I only nodded my head slightly.

Bishop grinned softly, “Alright…you're hired!” He suddenly blurted out, a dark chuckle slipped out of his mouth.

“Sharpen her up!” He commanded and Dom immediately stepped forward and roared, “Move!” 

I immediately stood up from the chair, still shaking.

“Get the dresser, shop for her sizes.” Bishop snapped his fingers.

The moment I stepped out of his office, I exhaled sharply. It was as if I just passed the gate of hell.

That was close.

Fuck, I hope he doesn't find out about my crime.