1. Escape

"For sale?" the voice of a woman who is now lamenting her chaotic fate is heard in an instant.

Violet did not expect that her employer, who was always kind to her, would sell her to one of the famous nightclubs in Madrid.

"You have been sold to our Lady. Please come with us immediately," replied the man with a stern face.

"No, this is impossible. I've never done anything wrong, how can I be treated like an item and easily sold? No! I refuse," Violet protested, disapprovingly.

Violet held her head which was now getting more and more dizzy, not knowing what to do.

"Don't rebel. You must come with us," rebuked a tall, stocky man like men from matador lands.

"No, I don't want to. Please let me go," Violet shouted loudly in frustration with a pleading face.

"I beg you," Violet begged again but, completely ignored by the two large figures who were now dragging Violet into a black car that was going nowhere.

Violet's body trembled with fear and worry for her fate. Should this be called a payback after all of Violet's hard work and sincerity in raising children in their family? Aren't they too cruel to sell Violet to strangers like an item.

The car in which Violet and the two well-built men were traveling stopped at a very strange building. One of the burly men immediately pulled Violet out of the car and led her into the strange building.

"Lady Fione, we've come together with the woman you sold to last night." the figure of a well-built man spoke respectfully to the figure of a beautiful and charming-looking woman in front of him.

"Good, go back to your respective places. Let me take care of the rest," said Lady Fione with a friendly smile.

"Okay," said the well-built man obediently and left immediately.

"Your name is Violet? Introduce me Lady Fione, the boss of this place. From now on you will work for me for five whole months without pay as a waitress at this nightclub," said Fione quickly with a friendly smiling face towards Violet.

"This is a club? No wonder I smelled a strong alcohol smell earlier," Violet muttered quietly but Fione could still hear it.

"Yes, your task is easy. You only need to bring a tray of bottles and glasses for the guests who come," Fione said kindly, telling Violet what to do.

"No, I don't want to. Working in a club is a job I've been avoiding for a long time, I beg you to please free me. I'll try to pay the money instead," Violet refused to kneel on the floor, with a helpless face.

"Paying change? It seems you've misunderstood here Violet," said Fione with a disdainful smile at Violet, quickly getting up from her seat.

"Misunderstanding?" Violet asked quietly feeling confused for a moment.

"That's right, you were sold by your master as a substitute for their eldest son who has been working here for a long time as a servant." Fione said.

"Ah, what are the appropriate words? Congratulations on taking their eldest son's place to work here," continued Fione quickly with a disdainful smile on Violet.

"What," Violet shrieked in surprise.

Violet's face looked even more shocked than before. Has this been planned by the employer's family from the start?

"Surely you must know that your master's eldest daughter will marry soon? And you are the one being sold as her successor here," said Fione with a fake smile.

"Be a good substitute servant. If you make a mistake then I won't hesitate to add another month to your contract here," continued Fione again sounding threatening Violet.

"This isn't fair," Violet muttered, smiling bitterly, trying to deny the harsh reality that was hitting her.

"Life isn't fair. Only the rich and powerful would feel that life is perfect," Fione said quickly, smiling wryly.

"Change your clothes with uniforms in this club, get to work immediately. Don't waste time and be lazy, of course you don't want to work for one year at my club voluntarily right?" slurred Fione back, smiling mockingly at Violet.

With a heavy heart, Violet began to nod her head slowly trying to be strong to accept this fate that she never expected.

"I see," Violet said quietly, clenching her fists in resignation.

For sale, working for nothing, no friends or even relatives, alone in a foreign land. Imagining all that made Violet short of breath and didn't have the energy to just raise her face. Violet's body immediately shook violently, her mind became chaotic.

"Lady Fione, please don't hire me as a prostitute. I beg you," Violet squeaked softly, begging for mercy.

The reason is that Violet knows if a woman works in a nightclub, then that woman will be used as an entertainer for the male nightclub visitors! and Violet couldn't do such a dirty thing. No, Violet didn't want to.

"Who's going to hire you in that department," Fione snapped quickly, feeling a little annoyed at Violet.

"Take it easy and take good care of yourself for the next five months! You'll only be a waiter carrying a tray of bottles and glasses, I'll make sure your job is limited to that." Fione said again in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Looking at your posture, there's also nothing good about it, more like normal. How can I spend my money to pay you, you don't even look attractive to me, especially for a man." Fione chuckled, when she saw Violet's whole body which looked normal even as if she was malnourished.

After saying that Lady Fione sounded like she was calling someone to her room at the moment, not long after that a woman appeared and entered the room.

"Take him to his room," said Fione quickly with a serious look on his face as he spoke to a woman who had just entered his room.

"Okay," said the woman who had just entered the room swiftly, immediately helping Violet to her feet and walking out of the room.

***

One month later, the days went by so hard for Violet to go through. Violet was repeatedly caught wanting to run away from the nightclub, because she could no longer bear the insults of the attitude and behavior of the male nightclub visitors towards her.

However, Violet's attempts always fail! because of the many guards guarding the main door as well as the other exits and entrances, Violet couldn't get out of the nightclub building even for a single breath of outside air.

Like now, when Violet was looking at the situation around her which she thought was safe, Violet made plans to run away again, somehow again.

Violet walked silently, heading towards the side door of the nightclub building. There was no guard guarding the door, that's why Violet was desperate to step her feet towards the door in a hurry.

Tap! At the same time as Violet wanted to open the doorknob, now Violet's shoulder was tapped by someone from behind.

Deg! Violet's heart beat again so fast, won't she be able to run away again? when he saw someone's big hand that was now on his shoulder.

"Where do you want to go?" reprimand the owner of that big hand sounded so scary in Violet's ears.