I am fucked

Our car stopped in front of a hotel, I could see men standing at the door of the hotel behind my veil. My eyes were everywhere, looking for an escape route but Wallace was not giving me room to think. He dragged me out of the car roughly and whispered, "When you get in there, do your job and don't speak,"

We began walking into the hotel. Inside, it was big and quiet, the hotel was beautiful too. Wallace dragged me towards the lady behind the counter.

"Fraser?." He asked. The lady bowed and quickly gave him a card. Wallace led me into the elevator and pressed the 54th floor.

Inside the elevator, none of us spoke to each other. I gulped down, careful not to say a word. I knew I always had something to say all the time.

Finally, we reached, the elevator opened, and we walked out. When we arrived at the door, two huge guards were standing by the door. Wallace showed them the card, Immediately, the door opened and a man walked out, he looked from me to Wallace and asked, "Is she the high-class prostitute Zavi told me about?." I gulped down, again. Who's Zavi?.

"My boss always goes for the best," Wallace replied. The master's name is Zavi?. The hot guy who acts like he owns the world.

"She'd better be. You know what will happen if she proves to be incompetent." I breathed out. I was sweating behind the veil. I'm not a fucking prostitute, how could their master say that I'm an upscale slut?. Fuck you, Zavi.

The man walked out of the way and I was led in by Wallace. Once inside, my heart picked up a race. The man was lying shamelessly on the bed, waiting for me to climb up. I looked around and there, I could see the camera watching us in the room.

Damn it!.

There's no way I could escape from this.

Then it clicked, and an idea struck my head immediately after I saw the wine on the table.

Spirytus Vodka.

That's the strongest vodka on the continent. I looked at the man and then back at the vodka.

"Don't stand there watching me, get to work." He ordered in a cold tone. I glare at him, with that tone of his, I think he deserves what he'd be getting right away.

"A glass of wine?." I asked and began walking towards the table. I didn't make eye contact with him, I turned my back on him and began filling the glasses on the table.

I smirked and turned.

"Come on, I'm not a cheap slut you know.."

Lame!!.

I didn't know what I was doing.

I gave him one of the glasses, and stepped back, then I unveiled my niqab revealing my black transparent gown. The man's eyes grew wide and his dick was almost bugging out of his pants.

"Perfecto," He mumbled, looking at my body and smiling naughtily.

He sipped his wine and said, "Now, that's what I ordered."

I giggled like an idiot and walked seductively towards him, I rubbed my hands on his chest, laughing insensitively.

"Do you need another wine, master?." I asked and he broke into another laughter. I laughed along with him and passed another glass of wine to him.

"You're so cute.." He gushed.

Three minutes passed, and I continued giving him shot after shot, his eyes were starting to close up a bit and I smiled in satisfaction.

"Do you want to sleep, master?." I asked, carefully taking up the pillow and putting it under his head. He moaned and went off.

***

I sprang out of the bed and wore back my niqab quickly, my heart began throbbing again and I was breathing heavily. I went toward the door and opened it. The guys looked at me and I said, "The master is sleeping."

They nodded and I walked past them, quickly I heard, "Get her, the master isn't breathing."

I ran into the elevator and pressed the down-floor button. Just when they were running toward the elevator, it closed up on them and I sighed in relief. What do they mean that their master isn't breathing?. I'm sure I didn't kill that man, he was asleep.

I removed my veil, breathing heavily. The elevator opened and there, the man who called Zavi by his name stood in front of me. My heart skipped a beat. He walked in and I walked out.

I covered my face again and scampered out of the hotel, once outside, I ran.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

My heart was racing as I ran, and the men were running after me. I turned back and my eyes grew wide when I saw a car driving in my direction.

A fucking moving car.

My head pounded with anxiety and terror.

Holy shit!!. Mother, please save me from death, I do not want to die now.

I rounded a corner and swore under my breath as I came to a dead end. It is finished. They will get me now, kill me and this was how I lived my life. At least it was worth it, I was running away from being a prostitute, from men I don't know where they exist. Thank you, dad. You just made me a hero.

But I wasn't gonna give up, I've never given up on anything in my life. I had so many things I wanted to do in my life, one of them was finding my mom's killer and avenging her cruel death. It's never time to give up.

My eyes quickly snap at the fence in front of me. How high is this?.

I'd climbed up a few fences in the past and they aren't as high as this.

I saw a block built up at the end and went towards it immediately. From the block, I was able to reach the top. I looked back and saw the men pulling off their guns to shoot me, and quickly I jumped over.

They shot but I dodged it.

I fell over and broke my ankle. I yelped and fell down, I was sweating furiously and I was breathing heavily, my eyes widened when a car pulled over, and there, I saw Wallace.

And I knew there was no way I could escape from this.

Wallace came forward and carried me on his shoulder.

He pushed me into the car and entered. His black car drove off.

There was no one to tell me I was fucked up now because I knew I am fucked up.