Sabrina's first day at work.

Sabrina woke up with a start; she couldn't tell what exactly had woken her up; all she knew was a dreadful feeling in her chest.

So she sat up on the couch, taking in her surroundings, trying to figure out where she was, yet her brain was still groggy from the sleep when Sabrina stared out of the window and saw the soft glow of an evening sun hanging low in the sky, she felt something was amiss, although she could exactly say what, and yet she doesn't know where she was yet, she has no sense of time and place.

But when she stared down at her hands and saw the caked blood in her hands, the reality of her situation slammed into her with force; everything she had been through for the past two days evaded her memories with a vengeance.

And Sabrina burst into tears; her already tired body shook with tremors; she wept, big giant sobs, tears of devastation rolling down her cheeks.

After what felt like a long while, the sob gentled to a silent weep until she stopped crying completely and just sat there staring at her hands, wondering how long she had slept because it looked like it was evening already.

"Lily, you are awake?" A voice called from the inner office, and Sabrina looked up; startled, she realized it was her new boss.

But Sabrina stared blankly at him, wondering why he was addressing her as Lily; she looked around again, wondering if there was someone else.

But when his blue gaze continued staring at her with that piercing intensity, her brain came into focus, and she remembered lying about her name the day before.

"Good morning," Sabrina called shyly, more embarrassed now when she did not have the cover of night to protect her dignity, he could see how dirty and grim she looked.

"When I came back yesterday, you were already asleep, and you looked so tired I didn't want to wake you," Damien said, his voice nonchalant.

"How long have I been asleep?" Sabrina inquired warily.

"Ten hours, I believe," Damien replied.

"I'll get someone to escort you to your apartment now; you can bathe and rest; you will resume k tonight," Damien said, and Sabrina nodded her head miserably.

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Sabrina stood in the middle of the ultra-modern bedroom, looking freshly bathed and clean, her eyes puffy from the stress of the past few days.

"I'll be heading back to the club; this is your uniform; the instructions were that you should rest, and you will resume work in the evening; I'll see you then," The girl said politely.

Sabrina nodded at her and the girl headed out of the room.

After she was gone, Sabrina looked at the uniform placed on the bed, and once again, her whole life flashed before her.

This time yesterday, she was in the safety of her home in New York, but a lot had happened since then.

And because she was at her weakest, the incident yesterday crept in again, and when she stared at her hands, for an instant, she saw blood and the angry gaze of the man who had paid two million to purchase her.

Sabrina squeezed her eyes shut and tried to blur the image away, and she slept off on the bed.

Sabrina awoke to see darkness outside her window, and with every movement she made off the bed, her body resisted, but she ignored the pain.

She got lucky, and she will hold on to that luck; if she did not work hard and earn her keep, she might lose all this, and she doesn't want anybody to think she is lazy.

So she fitted herself into the uniform, packed her hair in a bun atop her head, and since there was no makeup in the room, she could only hope that the night would cover how puffy her eyes looked.

So, with caution, Sabrina made her way out of the building, and luckily, the club was only but a stone's throw from the apartment.

As Sabrina walked back to the club, her heart started pounding with panic, and she realized that the incident of the day before had made her scared of the night.

She got to the club and made to enter but was stopped by the two bouncers by the door. Sabrina glared up at them before she could realize what she was doing, her defiant nature already coming out.

"What do you want here, chick? You are dressed like our server, but you are not one of them," One of the bouncers commented.

"I work here," Sabrina replied defiantly.

Before the other bouncer could reply, the second bouncer, who looks more like a pirate let out a belly-deep laughter.

"Surely, you can work in my bed, can't you, Mon Ami," The other bouncer replied, and before Sabrina could comprehend his intentions, he laid a hand over her butt cheeks and squeezed painfully.

Sabrina stood, shocked still, and stared at him, while he stared down at her with a smirk; the smirk on his face made Sabrina recover from the shock, and she sent a resounding slap flying across his face.

The bouncer growled and was about to toss her over his shoulder when Damien showed up and looked from one to the other.

"What is going on here?" Damien questioned them, and the bouncers both stared at each other, not uttering a word.

But Damien ignored them and took Sabrina's hand, pulling her into the club.

"Why did you come on your own, or why couldn't you have asked of me when they denied you entrance?" Damien asked in a chastising voice and Sabrina said nothing, just lowered her head in shame.

"You are not to draw attention to yourself while you are here; that's the best way I could protect you," Damien said again, knowing there was no way she would not draw attention.

Now that the grime and blood are gone, and with her hair packed atop her head, she looks damn pretty, and fierce too, now Damien understands why Prince Jamal is so bent on keeping her.

"Tables will be assigned to you, you serve them with a smile on your face, be gracious if they pinch your ass, they won't get too personal, avoid their gazes, I'll point three tables to you, under no circumstances should you serve the table, do you understand?" Damien instructed.

And Sabrina nodded her head, hanging on to each of his instructions.

"Now get to work."

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Jamal watched the video Zaynab had sent him, it was that of his hidden pet slapping a bouncer outside the club.

Despite how Jamal was angry at her with the way she had almost killed Marco, he couldn't help but laugh at her actions.

The chick has more courage and less sense; she acts before she thinks, and that makes him question how long she will last on the street of Las Vegas before the street teaches her a lesson.

And how well she will fare as a slave when he finally takes her to Al Jazeerah, as much as he wants to get his dick inside that wet and pouty mouth of hers, he plans on teaching her one or two things about obeying him first.

"Tell Damien he is only to protect her while she is in the club; once she is out of the club, he is no longer her responsibility," Jamal said into the phone.

"Yes, my Lord, should I keep an eye on her then," Zaynab replied on the other end of the phone, addressing Jamal the way she would back in their country.

"Keep your eyes on her; if she gets into trouble, do not interfere, except if her life is in immediate danger," Jamal commanded in a tone used to those who have only been obeyed all their life.

"Yes, my Lord," The voice on the other end said again and Jamal ended the call.