Chapter 8

Gwen's POV

"I will make sure I take every dime I have spent on you. Starting with breaking your virginity. That is one good thing. I have someone looking for a virgin. He is willing to pay a huge sum of money for your virginity," she said with menace in her eyes.

I coughed from the smoke and took a step back. I didn't know what to say. I recalled the reason Amanda asked me to say I was 16. The colour quickly drained off me as my heart raced in my chest. I started making plans to run away. I survived on the street when I ran away from the orphanage. I will go back.

"And don't think about going back to the streets. Because I will find you and make your life miserable," Madam Green said, like she could read my mind. "I can put in behind bars as long as I please. Remember, you signed a contract, and the terms are binding," she added, and I got scared.

I stood there in silence, staring at her. She walked back to her table and leaned on it. Jack just sat there on the couch with his two ladies as usual. I stood in the middle of the room, like I was before a judge.

I had no idea what was in the contract they made me sign because I couldn't read or write. I don't want to get involved with the police, I didn't have money, and I have heard stories of people going to jail because they were poor. That is what I know from the orphanage.

"I am sorry. I am ready to do anything you want, but please don't sell me out to a man," I pleaded and quickly went down on my knees.

"That sounds good. I am glad you are willing to do anything. I like that," I heard Madam Green. "Good. Now, be a good girl, and go with Jack. He will get you ready for your new task," she said and shifted her gaze to Jack.

She said something in Spanish to Jack, and Jack made the girls leave the room. He stood up and walked up to me. I was unable to read or write, but my mind was very sharp at memorising things I don't understand, so I can ask about them later. Especially language. I wondered what that statement Madam Green made meant.

"So what is my new task?" I asked, just to be sure, she didn't change.

"Go with Jack and you will get to know," Madam Green said and dismissed me with her hand.

I stood up to my feet and exited the office with Jack. We walked down the corridor and stopped in front of a door on the left side. I had always thought it was another office until Jack opened it. It was a door to another corridor. We entered, and Jack closed the door behind us.

"Mr Jack, what is my new task? Is it cleaning?" I asked.

"You ask too many questions. Be quiet and you will find out soon enough," he replied and grabbed my arms.

He dragged me down the corridor. We made a right turn and stopped in front of another door after a couple of walk. Jack pulled out a bunch of keys and searched through them. He settled on a key and unlocked the door with it.

"Get in," Jack said, and I stretched my neck to see what was inside the room. "I said get in," he yelled, and I entered the room.

I saw a big table with some products in bottles lined up on it. The table had a huge mirror shaped like a flower, and there was a seat in front of it. Opposite it was a wall-to-wall wardrobe.

"Am I going to clean this place?" I asked, just to confirm, they are not sending me to a man.

"One more word from you and I will cut off your tongue," Jack barked and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

I stood there staring at him, dialled a number on his phone. He moved the phone to his ears and rested his hand on his waist.

"Monica, come to the secret room. There is a package for delivery," he said and brought the phone down from his ears.

If I am the package for delivery, it could only mean, they are still selling me.

"Please, whatever the amount. I will work very hard to pay off. Please don't deliver me to any man," I pleaded on my knees, and Jack laughed.

"Do you know how much we are talking about here?" Jack asked, and I shook my head.

"He paid a million dollars for your virginity," Jack said, and my eyes widened. "Now, how do you intend to raise that money? You can't even afford a roof over your head. You can afford your basic needs, you think you can raise a million?" he asked, and I sat on the floor.

Now my only hope now, is if I could plead with the buyer to allow me to work the money off. We both heard a knock drawing our attention to the door, and Jack opened the door. A tall, slim lady entered, carrying two bags. She walked up to me and grabbed me by the chin. She turned my head both ways. She was chewing something in her mouth vigorously and occasionally made a popping sound.

"She doesn't need make-up," she said. "How hot do we want her to be?" Monica asked, staring at Jack while still holding my chin in her hand.

I was also still on my knees.

"The package is for a top client. She needs to be super hot," Jack said.

"Okay," Monica said and opened the bag.

It was a weird-looking bag. It had compartments, and each was filled with products. She also had a lot of paint brushes of different sizes. And some coloured pencils. She made me sit on the seat in front of the table. She picked a big brush and grabbed a round-looking case. She opened it and brushed it with the big brush. She put it on my face and later grabbed a small doll comb and combed my eyebrow with it. I saw her take a tube with a clear liquid inside it. She pressed it and applied the liquid to my lips.

"Do this," She said, showing me what to do with my lips.

I did as she had instructed while alternating my gaze between her and Jack. She closed that bag and opened another bag. She picked up a red dress in a plain white bag. She picked a red dress and threw it at me.

"Put it on," Monica said, and I stared at Jack.

"You better strip and put it on," Jack barked and pulled a small gun.

I quickly stripped down to my underwear and slipped into the red lace-like dress. It had a small hand that looked like thread. The dress was very tight around my chest and loose from the bust down. It was very short, as the whole length of the dress ends on my hip line. I had a spoon-shaped body. Monica tossed a small red shorts to me. That was thick and had a shiny, smooth surface. I put it on. She made me put on long, up-to-knee lace socks.

"Put this on, and make sure you don't fall," she said and gave me an ankle strap heel. I slipped my feet into it. It was my first time wearing heels that long.

"Now stand up," Monica said, and I tried to stand.

It wasn't easy. She held my hand and made me stand.

"Now walk," she said, and I stared at her briefly before trying to move my feet.

The heel turned with the first step, and I fell to the floor.

"She can't work in heels. What time is the client coming to pick her up?" Monica asked Jack.

"Tonight. He is probably on his way now," Jack replied.

"Hmm," Monica said. "My work here is done," she said and loosened my hair, allowing it to flow down my shoulder.

Monica packed her bags and exited the room.

"Now, you be good to the client, if not, you will wish you were never born," Jack warned before exiting the room.

A couple of minutes passed, and I was still alone in the room. I made multiple attempts to find a way out, but found no other exit aside from the locked door. I heard the door unlocking, and I moved back, my gaze fixated on the door. Madam Green entered with a man. He was in an all black suit.

"There she is," Madam Green said, and the man took off his shades to stare at me.

I took another step back, staring at the man. My heart was racing in my chest, and I was already trembling.

The man drew closer and stared at me like I was some kind of item he had just picked from the store. And he was just reading the details.

"She is perfect," the man said after scanning my entire body with his eyes.

"Now that you are here, I prefer cash," Madam Green said.

"No problem," the man replied, and picked up something.

It was at this moment that I realised the man came in with a briefcase. He opened it and it was filled with cash, like I have seen in movies.

"Perfect. She is all yours," Madam Green said with a smile. "Jack, take her to his car," she said to Jack.

Jack walked up to me, and my instinct kicked in. I began to protest, but he carried me and threw me onto his shoulder. I kept hitting his back, but he was not bothered. We were soon outside, and he threw me into the back seat of a big car.

"Be good, or else," Madam Green threatened, and I became calm immediately.

"Thank you," the man said, and got into the front seat of the car.

There was a driver already behind the wheel. I heard a locking sound, and the car began to move.