Not made for each other - 15. Monster and Angel

Chapter 15: Monster and Angel

Swan…this name was my fate now.

As this thought crossed my mind, it filled me with disgust and I felt nauseous.

‘No, this can’t be my fate. I’m not a whore. I-I can’t be a prostitute. I will never ever be one of them,’ I decided in my mind. I stopped weeping and wiped my tears with the back of my hand and stood up leaning on the closed door.

I was starving and I was thirsty as it had been more than twelve hours since I had last eaten or drank anything. I gulped down my own saliva to moisten my dry throat. I turned around and opened the door slowly. I knew I had to run away from this hell. There was no way I could end up in this whorehouse. I gathered all my strength together, took a deep breath and walked out.

I was in the corridor. It was dark outside but this place was well-illuminated with several white bulbs. The air was filled with a sickening smell of sex, choking smoke, and cheap beer. Sleazy and sarcastic comments, promiscuous laughs, and exaggerated and fake moans were clearly audible all around. People, prostitutes and customers seeking their mate for the night, were everywhere. It seemed quite busy in here. No one noticed me and I hesitantly began to walk to my left. I bumped into dozens of people. Some of them gave me a look of get-the-hell-away or get-out-of-my-way while the rest of them stared at me like vultures with their predatory eyes. I ignored them and quickened my steps.

There were stairs at the end of the corridor. I climbed down them and reached the main level. There wasn’t any corridor here. It was an open area but it was even messier and busier than upstairs. I kept walking, frantically looking around for a way out. A few steps ahead I found a huge iron gate. I was sure this was the exit door. Without thinking much I ran towards it, pushing and jostling whoever got in my way. Before I could get to the gate some of the guys grabbed me from behind.

“LET ME GO!” I screamed, unsuccessfully forcing myself to move ahead. They were dragging me behind even though I continued shouting, but it was of no use. There was dead silence around me, only my cries were audible. I could feel every pair of eyes on me.

In less than a minute they threw me back in that ominous room and left. Angel woke up from her sleep as they shut the door behind them.

“What was that, Chicken?” she asked grudgingly but I kept quiet, sitting on the floor, looking despairingly at the closed door.

Seconds later the door bolted open and ‘the witch’ barged in looking miffed. She seemed ready to kill me.

“I told you to never even think of running away from this place, otherwise the consequences will be far more severe than you could ever imagine but you still tried to disobey me,” she seethed, clenching her jaws. She took a few steps towards me folding her arms against her body, “Now it’s time to prove how true to my word I am, kiddo,” she hissed with her patented evil smile, raising her left brow. I knew something really bad was about to happen.

“THIRTY-SEVEN! FORTY-FIVE!” she hollered, never taking her eyes off me. Two guys about twenty-five came in and bowed a little to acknowledge her.

“Feed him then take him to Mandy and get him ready. Nine and Seventeen will take him to his first customer…to Monster. It’s been a while since we have served him any fresh meat,” she smirked curling her lips.

“He will kill him.” It was Angel. She came out of her bed urgently and walked towards us. “He’s, he’s an animal. He’s a ruthless bastard,” she added. There was nothing but concern and fear in her voice…totally unexpected. I was just sitting there on the floor looking to and fro between that witch and Angel.

“Nobody asked for your opinion, Angel. Go to your bed. RIGHT NOW!” Angel didn’t move or show any intention of going back to her bed.

“I SAID GO!” Witch yelled taking a threatening step towards her. Angel spared a worried look in my direction and then went back to her bed with a deep sigh.

Witch left shortly after that. Thirty-seven and Forty-five brought me food and water which I finished in minutes without any second thought, as I was actually starving. Then they grasped my arms and took me to Mandy. I didn’t utter a word nor oppose them. I had no strength left in me. I was tired. I wanted to curl into my bed and sleep like there was no tomorrow. But there was no one to consider my wishes here so I just kept my mouth shut.

They guided me to a room which was the second-to-last one on the left-hand side of the corridor. It was spacious and was full of different and strange outfits, shoes, accessories, make-up kits, and weird things like colorful handcuffs, various eyes masks, and face masks. There was a large mirror on one of the walls and a comfortable chair right in front of it. There was no one in sight. And then a woman around thirty came out of the door adjacent to the mirror. She had long black hair cascading down her back, stopping at her waist. She was a bit taller than me standing about five-foot-eleven. Thirty-seven made me sit on this comfy chair. Mandy started putting make-up on my face.

“Who’s he? Never seen him before,” Mandy asked to no one in particular while applying mascara to darken and thicken my eyelashes.

“He’s new here. His name is Swan,” Forty-five answered curtly.

“Going to his first client?” she asked giving him a short glance while using lip gloss to shine my lips.

In response he just nodded. Within fifteen minutes she was done with my face. Then she chose a well-fitted pink v-neck t-shirt and tight brown jeans. ‘Fuck me’ was written across the t-shirt in bold letters. Without protesting I put them on. She also made me wear high-heels. I was extremely uncomfortable in them but I didn’t complain as I was well-aware it would prove to be futile. When I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I held back a gasp. I looked like a girl. I looked like a hooker.

Thirty-seven and Forty-five told me to wait for Seventeen and Nine who would take me to my final destination. Until then I sat on the comfy chair leaned my head on the back of it, and closed my eyes.

Someone cleared his throat and I reopened my eyes groggily. I looked up in the mirror in front of me and saw a guy around twenty-one standing right behind the chair. He was mysteriously staring at me in the mirror. He had the dark brownish pair of eyes. His hair was of the same color. His face was very pale with visible stubble. He was still gazing at me. I averted my eyes from his face to my clasped hands in my laps.

“We have to leave so you better hurry up.” Another guy appeared from behind him and ordered me around in a rowdy manner. Brown Eyes shot him an irritated glare which made Rowdy Guy back off. I stood up carefully. Brown Eyes led the way; I began trailing behind him and found Rowdy Guy following me. It was getting hard for me to walk in those high-heels. I was literally waddling.

I noticed that both of the guys with me were carrying firearms in their shoulder holsters like hit-men. We came to the main level and ambled towards the large iron gate where I unsuccessfully tried to go through about an hour ago. As we came out from ‘hell’, they made me sit in the backseat of a black Volvo. Rowdy Guy was in the front seat accompanying the driver and Brown Eyes was seated with me. The engine roared to life and the car took off down the road, swiftly leaving everything behind.

I kept staring out of the window in the dark as if searching for something…something meaningful, something real but I found nothing. I caught Brown Eyes stealing glimpses of me many times but I never spared him a glance.

“Who’s his client?” Brown Eyes asked Rowdy Guy in a hushed tone.

“Monster,” Rowdy Guy disclosed leaning back in his seat.

“What?!” Brown Eye shouted in surprise which compelled me to finally look at him. He definitely looked pissed. “That bloody bastard will kill him.” He turned to look at me, meeting my gaze. "Why would Ma’am make such an extreme decision? It’s his first time here.”

“He really pissed Ma’am off by trying to run away today, and now he has to face the drastic consequences,” Rowdy Guy replied nonchalantly, looking ahead.

Brown Eyes kept fidgeting in his seat in discomfort. He seemed worried and…concerned. I immediately tore my eyes away from him inhaling a deep breath and closed my eyelids, leaning my head against the window. I wasn’t in the right state of mind to think coherently.

After driving for God-knows-how-long, the driver eventually parked the car outside of a hotel. The large nameplate on the entrance read ‘The Seventh Heaven’. I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a chuckle while my eyes became moist.

“What happened?” Brown Eyes asked in bewilderment as he found nothing amusing out there.

“This place is called ‘The Seventh Heaven’ despite the fact that it’s worse than hell for a guy who’s about to be raped in a few minutes,” I retorted in a voice full of disgust. My sour words made him to shut his mouth and look away.

They took me to the reception area and asked for room no. 403. The receptionist, who was a fat middle-aged guy with a fake pleasant smile, informed us in a sugar-coated voice that the room was on the fourth floor. The way he was talking I instantly knew that he had a very good idea why I was there. Bloody pimp. I was sure this place was nothing but another whorehouse.

We took the elevator to get to the fourth floor. As I began to move my feet towards room no. 403, I lost my calm and composed demeanor and ran in the opposite direction. The high heels made it quite impossible for me to get too far and I fell flat on my face. Rowdy Guy quickly grabbed my hand, pulled me to my feet, and began dragging me towards the room…towards my first client.

“Stop making a fuss out of all this, Chicken. There’s no way you can save yourself today so don’t sweat it baby, and stop fighting,” he mentioned, as this was not the first time he was in this exact situation; this was not the first time he was vomiting shit like this and unfortunately it probably would not the last.

In no time I was on my knees begging for mercy but he kept dragging me. Brown Eyes was still standing near the elevator, facing the exact opposite direction from me.

“Please-please let me go. I-I don’t wanna do this. I can’t…I can’t do this,” I pleaded while tears were freely rolling down my cheeks. I was hiccupping now because my constant crying.

“Don’t worry, Chicken. You don’t have to do anything. It will be ‘he’ who will do everything,” he commented and laughed at his own cruel, inhuman joke.

“No…no…please don’t do this. Please don’t do this,” I kept begging but he decided not to bother with my ramblings and didn’t stop before we were in front of room no. 403. I peeked at the digits glued on the door in a dread, 4-0-3.

Rowdy Guy pulled out a card out of the front pocket of his pants and swiped it to open the door. As soon as the door opened he hurled me inside and shut the door without wasting another moment. I hastily composed myself, turned around and began slamming my hands with full force against the closed door.

“PLEASE, LET ME GET OUT OF HERE! PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. I DON’T WANNA BE HERE. P-PLEASE!” I cried but it was to no avail. There was no one to hear me or my screams.

“But I want you to be here.” I promptly turned around in astonishment to hear someone else’s voice inside the room. A man around forty, forty-five was comfortably seated on the edge of the bed, looking directly at me. His eyes widened in admiration when he got a good look at my face. There was nothing but lust in his eyes and he looked absolutely predatory.

“Ma’am was definitely not bragging when she told me about you and your unmatched, enormous beauty,” he praised me in a lascivious voice. I pressed my back and hands flat against the closed door as if trying to become one with it. He slowly stood up and started moving towards me. He was in just his boxers and an unbuttoned shirt which revealed his hairy chest. I wanted to puke.

“Don’t-don’t come anywhere near me. I-I…please…I…,” After failing to construct something meaningful out of my fumbled words, I frantically looked all around. It was a big room with a king-sized bed in the center and an antique table lamp on each of the night-tables placed on either side of bed. There was ample amount of space around the bed. I quickly jerked my legs and threw my high-heels in air and ran to the other side of the bed. He chuckled seeing me running like this.

“You know what, I like the feisty ones like you. There is no fun in submissive whores. You…”

“I’M NOT A WHORE!” I bawled with trembling lips.

“Oh, really. Well after tonight you will be a WHORE and soon you’ll be accustomed to getting fucked…brutally fucked on daily basis,” he drawled menacingly with a cocky smile. It made me shiver with disgust and fear.

He yanked off his unbuttoned shirt, threw it on the floor, and began chasing me around the bed. Without thinking much I started running for my life and my dignity. I was racing blindly around the bed and before I knew it, I collided with one of the night-tables and the table lamp crashed to the floor with an audible breaking sound and small pieces of glasses shattered around but I never stopped running. All of a sudden a piece of broken glass pierced through the flesh of the heel of my right foot. I yelped in agony, lifting my wounded foot a bit. I looked at the monster. He had a malicious smile on his cruel face. He leisurely made his way towards me. I panicked but still cautiously pulled out the piece of glass, wincing in pain. It was smeared in my blood. I dropped it on the floor. I turned around and found Monster steps away from me. He was lurching towards me. I began limping back cringing in pain. I stumbled on one of the high-heels I had been wearing earlier and fell flat on my back with a thud. Monster was hardly a step away from me.

“I guess you wanna get fucked on the floor then,” he smirked staring down at me with a wild desire in his eyes. He shucked off his boxers in no time. I began crawling backwards on my elbows.

“No. Please,” I prayed in complete helplessness.

I made an attempt to pull myself up but before I could do that he roughly shoved me back on the floor. He ripped my t-shirt from my body in one go and then reached for my jeans. I used every way to stop him but I couldn’t. “NO! FOR GOD SAKE, NO!” I was totally ignored as he laid over me, crushing me under his weight while still working on my jeans. I was rigorously writhing below him but he was unfazed by my lame efforts of getting away from him. He was leaning in with a suggestive hunger in his eyes.

I was freaking out in terror and I did the first thing that came to my mind. I slapped him with all the power remained in me.

Nothing happened for a few seconds. I was lying under him, fidgeting restlessly to get freed but it was all in vain. I hesitantly spared him a glance. His hand was on his red cheek. He seemed miffed. His jaw was set in tight lines. He was breathing heavily in rage. He backhanded me across the face and I tasted my own blood inside my mouth. He hurriedly worked through my jeans and boxers and in a heartbeat I was naked like him.

“NO!”

He was now sprawled over my petite body and was biting the crook of my neck fiercely. “PLEASE! NO!” I screamed as an intense pain shot through my neck to the rest of my body. I was stirring violently beneath his gigantic body to push him off me but it was of no use. His needy hands were roaming all over my body.

“STOP! PLEASE!” I cried but it only motivated him to proceed further with his starving mouth to embed his teeth on the other side of my neck. I began fighting him off with more strength in agitation. I was hitting his arms with my fists but it didn’t do any good; he was too strong. He roughly grabbed my face with one of his hands to force me to look at him. I tried to scream but then his mouth worked against mine hungrily. I vigorously started clawing his face with my nails in a desperate urge to get away from him. It irritated him enough to stop raping my mouth.

“So you are not gonna make this easy for me, huh?” he asked with his clenched teeth. Venomous anger was quite evident in his dangerously calm voice.

“GET OFF ME! LEAVE ME…” Before I could say another word he backhanded me again and punched me right in the face. He furiously pounded his fist against my cheekbone. I was wailing in unbearable pain. I could feel the corners of my lips were bleeding badly as well as my nose.

“Please…no…NO…” I begged through my sobs. It only fueled his anger and he began brutally beating me calling me names until I could not utter a word out of my mouth, until I was not able to move, until I was not able to comprehend the meaning of his words, until I was not able to feel anything.

When he was satisfied I was not in any condition to fight him back he grabbed my wrists and slammed them against the floor, above my head. I was not crying anymore. I was not trying anything to stop him. I just laid there like a dead body and kept staring at the ceiling unblinkingly. And then…he raped me. He tormented every part of my body in every possible way. I had no clue when everything went black and unconsciousness engulfed me.

“GET LAUREN ASAP!” Someone’s urgent and angry shout made me gain my senses back. I felt every nerve of my body was in insufferable stinging pain.

“Tell Angel to get me some loose clothes for him from Mandy. SUPERFAST!” The same voice yelled again to someone. I felt I was in someone’s strong but gentle arms. A cold breeze of air was blowing on my face every other second which made me believe that whoever was carrying me in his arms was walking quickly.

“Nine, you really need to calm down, mate.” It was someone else’s voice.

“Shut up, Seventeen. Can’t you see that he is in real bad shape?”

“Well he’s not the first one and surely will not be the last one. Come on Nine, he’s just a whore.”

“If you don’t want me to kill you right this instant, for your own sake, just disappear.”

“Fine.”

I fluttered open my eyes and lifted my head a bit which invigorated the level of my excruciating pain and compelled me to let out a heartrending moan. It was Brown Eyes and we were back in the brothel. It was still dark outside. When he became aware of my gaze on him, he glanced at me. There was nothing but concern in those brown orbs.

“You-you will be fine. Trust me,” he assured me softly, nodding his head rapidly with anxiety. I slowly hunched back in his arms closing my eyes.

“Swan.” Minutes later the same voice whispered to me. I opened my eyes drowsily. We were in the shower room and I was still in his arms. I was draped with just a bed sheet. I was terribly sore. I felt like I had been tore apart. I had to bite my tongue to refrain from groaning in pain. Brown eyes cautiously made me stand on the marbled floor. As my shaking feet touched the freezing cold surface of the floor, a shiver ran down my spine. I flinched in agonizing pain. The pierced and swollen flesh of my heel was making it torturous for me to stand still so I stood while lifting my hurt heel a bit. Brown Eyes carefully held my shoulders with his gentle hands to cease me from falling. We silently remained like that for many long moments until I was being able to stand on my own. The wall right in front of us was hidden behind a large mirror. As my gaze met with my reflection in the mirror, I gasped in sheer horror. My face was full of bruises. Soaked smudges of tears and mascara were spread all over my face. I had a black eye and a busted lower lip. There was clotted blood on my forehead, cheeks, and the corner of my lips.

Brown Eyes came behind me letting go of my shoulders. He hesitantly held the corners of the bed sheet layered around me and pulled it away from my body, leaving me standing completely naked. As I caught the sight of my body in the mirror in front of me, I sucked in a deep breath. My knees wobbled and I couldn’t stop myself from falling backwards. Brown Eyes got a hold of my shoulders and helped me to stand still. I was still gawking at myself in the mirror, breathing heavily. My eyes were brimmed with prickling tears.

My whole body was covered with numerous patches of coagulated blood, countless bite marks, and nasty bruises. Brown Eyes used this time to switch on the shower. Soon my entire body was immersed in misty warm water. As the warm water made contact with my bare skin, tremendous wave of pain ran through the veins of my body but I remained there where I was because somehow it relaxed my tensed nerves. I found the red clots on my body were slowly fading away.

A thick fog formed all around me obstructing my vision of staring at myself in the mirror anymore and I closed my eyes, leaning my head back.

A few minutes later the water stopped running down. Brown Eyes had been standing in a corner came around with a towel and some clothes. He hesitantly but carefully used the towel to dry off my body, trying hard not to touch my fresh wounds but that was pretty much impossible. After drying me off, he clothed me in a loose white t-shirt and green-colored pajama pants. Throughout all this I just stood there with a stoic face and kept staring at nothing. He lightly put his hand on my back to usher me towards the exit. As I put my right foot next to other, my sore butt and wounded heel made it extremely painful to even lift my leg. I staggered. In a flash, Brown Eyes came to my rescue. When he saw I was in no condition to stand anymore let alone walk, he lifted me in his arms with great care and took me to my room. He gently put me down on my bed and covered me with a comfortable blanket.

“Where’s Lauren?” he asked Angel who was standing a few feet away from my bed with a look of deep despair on her face.

“She’s on her way,” she replied with a sad grimace, stealing glances of me from the corners of her eyes.

Soon a middle-aged woman came in. She and Brown Eyes talked for a bit in hushed tones before she gave me a look of sympathy. I glanced away.

She sent Angel out. With the help of Brown Eyes I climbed out of my bed and got out of my t-shirt and pajama bottoms. She gasped and her eyes widened, taking in my injuries. “Bloody bastard,” she cursed under her breath.

Lauren examined me thoroughly. She gave me an injection on my right arm and another one on my butt. I whined a bit in protest but soon the pain faded away. She reminded Brown Eyes to grab my medicines from her before she left. He nodded. Brown Eyes helped me put my clothes on again and get back in bed. He tucked me under the blanket with extreme care and left. My lids were getting unbelievably heavy but before I could fall asleep, Angel came in with some food and water. She cautiously made me sit on bed and served me the food. It took me an ample amount of time to finish it all. After that Angel gave me my medicine and I swallowed the pills down with some water. Then she handed me an antiseptic cream.

“Lauren said that…” she seemed hesitant, “she said you need to put it on your wounds and…and on…” She looked at me expectantly as if begging me to understand and I slightly nodded. She helped me get to the bathroom which was just outside our room. I applied the antiseptic all over my body including my busted heel and in my sore butt. When I came out, she guided me back to my bed. In no time I was asleep.

I couldn’t sleep for long. Vivid nightmares of the atrocious events that took place a few hours ago haunted my dreams.

“Ma’am was definitely not bragging when she told me about you and your unmatched, enormous beauty.”

“You know what, I like the feisty ones like you. There is no fun in submissive whores.”

“Well after tonight you will be a WHORE and soon you’ll be accustomed to get fucked…brutally fucked on daily basis.”

Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that it was a dream, a nightmare, but everything seemed real and terrifying.

“I guess you wanna get fucked on the floor then.”

“NO!” My eyes snapped open with a painful cry. I was panting heavily.

In no time Angel was by my side.

“What happened? Are you-are you okay?” she asked worriedly, furrowing her brows.

I never responded and ran to the bathroom, ignoring the intense pain that shot through my body and my damaged heel.

I knelt down and leaned over the toilet and vomited everything I ate earlier. Angel was soon behind me rubbing my back trying to soothe me.

“NINE!” she hollered at the top of her lungs. “NINE!” In the meantime, when I was sure there was nothing left in my stomach to come out, I stood up, leaned against the washbasin and splashed cold water on my face.

“What happened?” I turned around to find Brown Eyes there. Looking at his face after that ugly nightmare put me on edge. Tears began forming in my eyes which blurred my vision a bit. He was the one who took me to him. He was the reason I was in this situation right now. He was the one who did nothing to save me, to at least help me, and now here he was showing me his fake concern. I wanted to kill him.

“He woke up screaming and…and ran in here to puke. I just got worried,” Angel informed him nervously, eyeing me with concern.

Nine walked towards me. “Lauren is downstairs. Do you want me to call her??” he asked anxiously, touching my shoulders.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” I jerked his hands away as his touch was poisonous and emitted a disgusted grunt.

He was definitely surprised by my sudden outburst but took some deep breaths to calm himself down.

“Okay. Okay. At least let me take you to your bed,” he suggested and moved towards me.

“STOP! Stop where you are,” I reprimanded him taking a step back.

“Swan, please. You are wounded. You need to get in bed. Nine is just trying to help…” Before Angel could complete the bridge of praises she was building for Nine, I lividly cut her off.

“Help! HELP! Are you serious?!” Now I was shouting like a maniac despite the recurring painful protests from my body, “He’s the one who took me there. He’s the one who served me to him like…like I was not a human, but just his food,” I accused him pointing my finger at his face. I was crying now but I still continued. “He’s the one who was standing outside when that-that monster was beating me to death, when he-he was tearing me apart, when he was r...raping me, when he was treating me like I was no-nothing but a trash-bin. He’s the one who couldn’t hear my…my deafening cries. I prayed, I pleaded, I-I kept begging…I kept begging but-but…he never…” I couldn’t utter another word as I was snivelling inconsolably. Angel immediately brought her hands around my shoulders so I didn’t fall down. I was breathing heavily.

Nine was just staring me solemnly. He seemed ashamed and remorseful.

There was a deafening silence for a few moments. Angel slowly ushered me towards the exit. We passed by Brown Eyes. I abruptly stopped and looked back. “I wish I never ever have to see your disgusting face again. You nauseate me. I hope-I hope you rot in hell,” I exclaimed caustically. Now he looked…hurt. He averted his gaze and began looking down.

Angel guided me to our room and made me sit on my bed. She sat beside me still holding my shoulders. I knew her eyes were on me. We sat there silently for a few moments. I tried to compose myself. I decided not to cry, not anymore. I sucked in the biggest gulp of air I could manage, swallowed it down with the lump that had been lodged in my throat somewhere and threatening to choke me, but I failed to calm myself down. I couldn’t stop myself from freaking out. I just couldn’t take it anymore and lost the battle with my inner turmoil. I burst out in tears, sobbing. I leaned my head on her shoulder. She softly pressed her lips against my forehead and whispered, “I know.” Those two words seemed more meaningful than they sounded, as if she was saying she knows how it feels to be betrayed, how it feels to be hurt, how it feels to be in my place, how it feels to be raped. I cried harder leaning further in her soothing embrace.

She didn’t seem to be the same girl I met when I first got here. I saw a different Angel. She was calm and caring. She seemed just like a normal human with real emotions who could empathize with me. She seemed someone…someone like me.

Angel made me lie down and covered me with the blanket. She got under the covers with me and began caressing my forehead and mumbled, ‘Sleep’. Her touch comforted my broken soul. Her presence made me feel safe. I had no idea for how long this comfort, this sense of security was going to last but right now it was all I wanted. Soon I fell asleep and I didn’t witness any other nightmare that night. Surprisingly, I slept well.

TBC.

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  LISA.