Chase

It seems like a lifetime has passed me by since I first walked into this hellhole. The days and nights are only distinguishable because I go from being in a darkened room during the day to a well lit room at night. It seemed odd to me at first that the room was so well lit, but the reasons for it became clear all too soon. The "men" who come to the house pay bigger bucks because they want their egos stoked. They want to know that they are skilled in the art of pleasure and I have to play the part. The mirrors hanging on the walls and ceiling means I can never slip out of character but I make more money with one punter than the other girls do walking the streets all night. Being desperate to get out of this pit I have worked – if you can even call it that – hard and I now hold in my hand the final instalment of my debt to Jack.

The customer dresses slowly, as if trying to entice me to actually care that his pot belly is going away. I wish he would just leave so I can throw this cash in Jack's face and get the heck out of this hell. The thought of leaving causes me to smile to myself, mistake number one of the night.

'So yer do care luv.' The man tries to sound seductive as he pushes his shirt off his hairy shoulders and strolls back to the bed. He clambers on top of me, practically covering my face with his lips. His tongue starts to lick at my lips while his hand moves between my legs. I squirm and wriggle but his weight prevents me from getting free. My mouth is clamped shut yet he lashes away with an intensity that is mirrored by the tool in his dirty Y-fronts. Suddenly, the need to breathe causes me to gasp and his tongue is in my mouth quicker than a flash. The thick and slimy creature attacks the back of my throat causing me to heave. I know I have to stop this before it escalates. I hate what I have done to my body but I refuse to be raped again.

The slimy slug in my mouth moves hard and frantically as the man pants, his stale breath filling my nostrils and bringing bile to my throat. I can feel how hard he is, there isn't much time. With an iron like grip I clamp my teeth down immobilising the disgusting alien object. Instantly he yelps in pain and tries to pull away. Like a pit bull I hold on. He starts to thrash, his legs kicking out and his hands raining punches that mostly miss me.

'Shit!' I hear a voice exclaim after the door slams open. From my position I can just about make out the shapes of four people standing in the doorway. Two of them come towards me, the other two wait for orders.

'Chase! Let him go Chase,' pleads my first "client". He had been so nervous that day, more so than me, so we talked for a while and actually got on like a house on fire. The second time he visited he asked why I was in this business so I told him the truth. After that he came to see me regularly, bringing me chocolate and telling me about the world outside. He is learning to be a builder and doesn't earn much but anything he has to spare he gives me to help pay off my debt. We plan on starting a life together and he came here tonight to help me escape from Jack.

'Shit! There is blood everywhere.' Jack sounds more than angry.

'Chase! Let g- Na, man. What are you doing? You can't do that, you have an agreement.'

'Balls to the agreement mate. Get him out of here!'

'You can't! Chase!' The accompanying sounds tell me that Nathan is being removed from the premises. A fear grips me causing me to release my prisoner just as I feel the needle sliding into my skin.

'You thought you were getting out of here Chase but you ain't ever.' Jack's cold voice breathed into my ear. 'You have made your final payment and now the agreement is finished. Now we play by my rules.' He stands and turns to the fat man who is clutching a towel to his face. 'Thanks man. Here's some extra to cover the inconveniences and all that.'

As the long forgotten euphoria stakes its claim on my body I see Jack hand over a wad of money to my would-be rapist. The bastard had planned the whole thing! I want to be angry, I want to hurt him. I want to run out of this building through the bloody walls if I have to. Yet my mind is slipping and my body is already lost.