Chapter 5: My fate

"And why are you hiding behind the curtains Kayla?" She asked with a slight tilt of her head.

"Yeah come on out" The second girl said and I walked out from where I was.

"Now, you look more beautiful. Those blue eyes are not to be hidden behind curtains. And that body? Damn girl, you're everything a man would wish for" Freya complimented me and my blush increased.

"So, how did you get here?" She asked and my mood went down. For a second there, I had forgotten my parents and the trouble I was in.

I told her the whole story and they were all sad about it. They told me where this place was and I was not too surprised. I was pre informed. Meeting and bonding with this many girls for the first time and we were having heartfelt conversations as if we had known each other for a lifetime. It all seemed weird. But the weirdest part of it all was when i found out they were actually working here by choice. They were all really beautiful girls and I couldn't come to understand why they had chosen a job like this willingly, but I was not in the position to judge.

"So, have you done it before?" Freya asked and all the girls paused, patiently waiting for my response.

"Done what?" I asked, sincerely curious.

"The deal, between a man and a woman" When she said it this way, I understood better. I shook my head negatively, my cheeks heating up again.

"Oh, so innocent" She said with a chuckle.

"Well, it's not as bad as you think, you just have to think of it as a game, and it would be fun. I assure you" She said and the others chuckled.

We continued our conversation, chuckling and giggling in between until someone pushed the door open, drawing our attention. It was a middle aged woman

"Get ready ladies" She yelled and she didn't even wait another second before leaving.

"Who's she?" I asked Freya

"The head mistress" she answered

"But it's too early, we've never been called by this time before. We haven't even rested properly" The girls were clearly annoyed.

"Well girls, you heard her" Freya said and they all shook their heads with sighs and they giggled after as if the movement was planned.

I was already in my clothes so I did not need to dress up again.

I watched them all dress up, and in no time, they were all done. We were about to walk out of the room when The head mistress opened the door again.

"All of you, come with me" She said before pointing at me.

"You, stay here" She added and I was happy for a second until I saw the looks the girls gave me. They formed a straight line, walking out of the room one after the other. Freya was the last in the queue.

"Stay strong Kayla" Freya said before walking out of the room. She shut the door after her. I didn't need anyone to tell me what was coming. It was very obvious.

As if on cue, a man walked into the room, his both hands behind his back. He stared at me, lust written all over his face. I tried to cover my body with my hands as his stare made me uncomfortable and vulnerable.

"Hey beauty, stop trying to cover yourself" He locked the door, walking closer to me. I stood where I was, watching him with keen eyes

He stopped just a few meters away from me, his eyes fixated on my breast.

"Come, to me" He said with a smile that looked like a scowl to me. His ugly teeth made my stomach churn.

"Stay away from me" I said, my voice low and calm.

He scoffed, his eyes not leaving my breast.

"They said you're new. It's obvious" He said with a grin.

He closed the gap between us, drawing me close to his body with his arm. He tried to kiss me on the lips but I turned my face to the other side and he scoffed.

"This is not going to get us anywhere love, let's just make this fast" He said, bringing his lips to my neck.

"Fuck off" I yelled

"Wow, feisty. I love this" He said, his voice only adding to my distress.

He tried to kiss me again and I turned to the other side. He tried again and I turned. This aggravated his anger and he smacked me hard on the face and I lost focus for a second before tears gathered at the side of my eyes. I could tell the prints of his palm were imprinted on my cheek.

"I tried to go easy on you but you seem to want the exact opposite" He let go of me and before I could understand what he was trying to do, he pushed me.

For a second, I thought I was going to hit the floor and I braced myself for the impact but I was surprised when my back hit the soft fluffy material I recognized as the bed. Before I could move, he jumped on my body. His weight crushing me.

"Get off me" I yelled, trying to push him off my body but he didn't budge.

"Let me make you feel good kitten" He whispered into my ears and my sobs and struggle only increased.

"Let go of me" I yelled before pushing him off my body. I stood up immediately, my survival instincts kicking in. My karate lessons came in handy as I elbowed him hard in the guts, the impact causing him to fall flat on his back.

I ran to the door, but it was locked. I could already hear him standing up and I turned to see he was almost on his feet. The first thing that caught my eye was the ceramic vase at the side and I rushed to pick it up. I smashed it hard on this floor, and I picked a big piece of the broken article.

"Don't come near me" I said, holding it tight, the cut it was causing to my palm was not an issue now, I just wanted to save my dignity.

"Oh, you don't want to go that way angel" He said with a grin and before I could move, he tried to grab me by force and out of reflex, I used the broken piece to defend myself and it pierced his torso. Fear gripped me when he screamed.

I heard footsteps from outside and I knew his scream had reached out. I didn't need anyone to tell me what would happen to me if they caught me. I ran to the window and I looked out. It was high, probably the second floor. I couldn't jump, I might sprain my leg, or worst damage it.

The man looked like he was dying and the footsteps were closing in and I couldn't stay here to find out what would happen when they saw me here. So the only option was to jump. I pushed the window open and without a second thought, I jumped out. I prepared myself for the impact and I landed on the lawn. Not like it made it any easier though.

My legs hurt real bad and my eyes got teary from the pain, but I didn't care to rest. I ran with great speed, adrenaline pumping through my veins. My need for survival overshadowed the pain and I didn't stop running until I hit something. Something hard and I fell to the ground with a loud thud.

The first thing that caught my eyes was the black shoes, well polished Italian. It seemed I didn't hit something, I hit someone and I raised my eyes slowly from his shoes up to his face and although I didn't recognize the face, the silhouette was enough for me to know who it was. It was the same man who had ordered my kidnap.

At that point, my heart stopped beating.