The Saviour

"Tell me, what's your name?" Margot asked in a soft voice. But Anya knew Margot was not a gentlewoman. At least, the girl who had just passed through the door said so. The girl was battered, and Candace said that the wounds on the girl's body and face were the result of Margot's cruel hands.

After waiting a few seconds, but Anya didn't answer, Margot was annoyed. "Are you deaf? I asked you, what's your name?" she snapped while roughly squeezing Anya's chin.

"Anya!" she answered briefly and quickly. The girl showed no fear at all. She boldly looked into the eyes of the woman in front of her, eyes filled with defiance.

"Well, Anya, are you still a virgin? The people who brought you said you were a virgin?" he asked.

Anya chuckled smiled sarcastically, but remained silent. She pursed her lips tightly.

"ANSWER ME!" screeched Margot, who couldn't control her temper. She seemed to have a problem with emotional outbursts.

"Does it matter to you?" asked Anya.

"Of course, because it will determine your self-worth later. I don't want to be fooled by a new kid, and if you are indeed a virgin, I have to check it myself. Now come with me!" ordered Margot with a serious face.

Anya frowned, "what do you mean by checking?" she asked.

"I'm going to look at your vagina. I have to see if you really are a virgin?" she said casually, then waltzed away.

Margot pulled Anya into a room by force. Anya tried to struggle, but Margot turned out to be a pretty tough woman.

"What are you going to do to me?" Anya shouted fearlessly.

"Take off your clothes!" ordered Margot in an intimidatingly high tone.

"What?" Anya gasped.

"I said take them off!" repeated Margot.

"I had to make sure that you really were a virgin-"

"But I-"

Before Anya could continue, someone knocked loudly on the door.

"Who is it?" asked Margot in an annoyed tone.

"Me," replied the baritone voice outside.

"Oh," said Margot, looking surprised.

Margot walked quickly to the door and opened it. Anya could see a man standing by the door. He was a tall man with a well-proportioned body. His skin was tanned, and his hair was as black as ink. It was all slicked back and neatly combed.

The man stared at Anya for a moment, then refocused his gaze on Margot.

"My father is looking for you," said the mysterious, handsome man. He returned his piercing gaze to Anya, grinned, and left.

"Wait here, and don't move a muscle!" Margot said and then left the room.

***

Margot walked out of the room, where she forced Anya to undress. She went to a special room on the second floor, a special room for VVIP guests. People from the upper class. Only the rich and powerful could enter the room.

"Mr. Dmitry, are you looking for me?" Margot asked Adolfo Dmitry, the future heir to Dmitriosa Corp.

Adolfo Dmitry looked confused by Margot's question, "No, I'm not looking for you. Who said I was looking for you, Margot?" Mr. Dmitry frowned.

Margot knew instantly that the son of the man in front of her had played a trick on her.

"Uhm, maybe I heard wrong," Margot said and excused herself from the room. However, before her footsteps left the room, Mr. Dmitry suddenly called out to her again.

"Margot, please ask one of your maids to come here. We don't have enough servants," said Mr. Dmitry, Margot nodded slowly.

For this particular night, the VVIP room was booked by Mrs. Issabel Dodso's widower, Adolfo Dmitry. He did not remarry after that and chose this place as a place to release his manly desires.

Margot quickened her pace towards the room where Anya was waiting. She knew it must be Xavier - Mr. Dmitry's son, who was known to be a rascal and a rogue who messed up.

"I knew it. It must be him!" hissed Margot as she clenched her fists, seeing that the room was empty.

***

"Hey, where are you taking me?" asked Anya as the stranger man grabbed her hand and asked her to run away from the large building.

"To save you," he said with a laugh.

Anya frowned. She shouldn't just believe what this man said. She didn't even know who he was. But the man continued to pull her towards the back of the building, which turned out to be a parking lot.

"You must be confused about who I am," he said, and Anya nodded.

"I'll tell you about myself later. Now, get in my car quickly. I'll show you around," he said.

Anya didn't do what he told her to do. Instead, she looked at Xavier with a confused look.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything bad to you," he said with a friendly smile.

"Traveling around? Where to?" Anya asked.

Xavier nodded, "Yes, around the city. Isn't that better than you spending tonight sleeping and serving those old men?"

Xavier opened the car door for Anya.

"Hurry up before we get caught," he said.

Anya got into the dark blue car, not forgetting to put on her seat belt.

Xavier immediately drove the vehicle, leaving the large courtyard of the castle building.

***

"Who are you? Do I know you?" Anya asked stiffly and awkwardly.

"I'm Xavier, and my father is a friend of the owner of that place. He's also a customer there, you know what I mean?"

Anya shook her head.

"Why are you taking me away from there?"

"Because I needed a friend," she replied quickly.

"You weren't supposed to be there, and they must have forced you there, Margot's men, right?" asked Xavier.

"Yes, my father owes them-"

"Oh, so you were sold by your father?"

Anya nodded her head slowly as she glanced at the handsome man who seemed to be calmly staring at the deserted and dark street in front of him.

For a moment, there was silence. Neither Anya nor Xavier said a word. Suddenly, the cell phone that Xavier put on the dashboard roared.

"Hello-" Before Xavier could reply, someone on the other side had immediately cursed him.

"Are you crazy? Why did you take that girl away?" Adolfo shouted at his son.

"How much?" asked Xavier calmly and casually, as if he didn't know anything about his father's angry tone of voice.

"Hurry and bring her back!"

"I want this girl. Please, can you buy her for me? Just this once, to celebrate my graduation, would you mind?" asked Xavier with a sarcastic smile.

"Can't you ask my permission first if you want to take her away? Don't embarrass me-"

"Thanks, Dad," Xavier said as he hung up the phone quickly.

Beep.

Before Adolfo could say any more disgusting things to him.

"I'll take you around the city."

"Can you tell me who those people are?" Anya chirped to start the conversation.

"You mean Margot?"

"Yes."

"Margot was my uncle's mistress. She was my father's best friend, who I thought of as my uncle. That place is a brothel, but it's more upscale because only young executives to high-ranking officials can enter and use the services of prostitutes there."

"So, that mansion is a brothel?" Anya was surprised.

"What do you think it is?" Xavier asked, laughing mockingly.

"You would have been auctioned off at that place if I hadn't rescued you."

"What did you save me for?" Anya asked firmly. It was strange for a young man whose father was a regular customer of a brothel to be sweet and save a girl.

"I don't know." Xavier shrugged his shoulders together.

"I saw you earlier when you came with Candace from the front gate."

"Really?" asked Anya incredulously.

"Then, did you feel sorry for me and decide to save me?"

Xavier grinned, then smiled mysteriously.

"Maybe," he shakes his shoulders.