"She does everything without exception."
"Everything?"
"Everything! Absolutely everything. Any fantasy you desire."
Suddenly, my conversation with that damned madam invaded my damn mind and tortured me.
If the girl just said I was her first client, it's clear the old woman lied to me.
I stared at the girl in horror, but horror at myself, at what I did to her that day.
I believed the old woman and raped her.
Possessed and miserable, I looked at the naked girl on the bed. She was sitting, withdrawn, curled up, terrified, and crying very softly, afraid of provoking sudden anger in me and that I'd be rude and merciless with her, as I had been before.
My head hurts, and I need to look at something other than her. I'm furious, and with my lips parted, I feel them trembling with rage. I'm like a rabid dog trying to control itself.
I hit her.
I bit her.
I marked her body.
I entered her as much as I wanted.
I insulted her and threatened her.
I was a monster.
Once again, I looked at her, so wilted. She looked like a defenseless little animal. What did I do?
Nervous, I jump out of bed and almost stumble as I walk. If I was her first client, it's obvious she didn't know how to do much. The madam lied to me and must be making a fortune off her, as she probably does all the time, every day. Like she did today, delivering her into the hands of three men.
With that, I turned and assessed her.
You just have to stop and realize what just happened in this room. She had never been with two men and was terrified when I dared to invade her too.
"Were you a virgin?" I question. At this moment, I don't even believe the garbage of her father who paid me to find her. Slowly, she raised her face. "You didn't bleed, but some women don't bleed. I need to know if you were a virgin."
"No."
Hearing her response doesn't make me feel any more relieved. I raped her.
"I did a lot of things to you that day. Everything I did to you, you had never done before?" She shook her head, and I watched her pull the sheet to cover herself.
Son of a bitch!
The damned old woman made me believe she did everything.
What the hell did I do? And what the hell was I about to do again?
"If you had helped me relax, I think I could have handled being with all three," she said, wiping her eyes. I'm stunned by all this shit. "Why are you like this?" She looked at me sadly.
"Because I made a terrible mistake with you."
She laughed unintentionally and rubbed her own arm.
"You didn't. You paid for that. Just like you paid for today. Did you forget what I am? I just serve you in this place. I serve whoever pays the most." Her voice sounded so full of pain.
I shake my head, turning my back to her, stopping, looking back, and returning to the bed, not caring about my nudity.
"Who are you?" I ask, kneeling, holding her face and staring into her amber-colored eyes.
"The Black Widow. That's what they call me," she answered, scared.
"I want to know your story. Who are you?" I question.
"My name is Lavínia, I'm 23 years old, and I fled my country because I found a way to make money prostituting myself here in Switzerland," she declared as if on autopilot, robotic.
"I'm giving you a chance to tell your real story…"
Her gaze grew into mine, and she pulled her face from my hands.
"My real story is this. I came to prostitute myself." She turned her face to the side, hiding it from me.
"Why? Why prostitute yourself?"
"Because I like it," she argued and got out of bed, dragging the sheet.
"Liar."
She glared at me.
"I like this life. They pay me well…"
"You're lying. You looked at me pleading for help when he held your hand, and the other time you cried even when I was going down on you."
"You were my first client. I was terrified."
"You were terrified today too," I yell, losing my patience and jumping out of bed, rushing to her, grabbing her wrists, throwing her back on the bed, and falling on top of her.
"There were three men today… I said it hurt because you're the most brutish of all." Her voice faltered, and I wondered where this sudden courage came from. "I cried that time because you're big, and I cried today for the same reason, and I'll cry every time you enter me because it hurts, and there's no other reason than that."
I closed one hand around her neck, and hers came to hold my wrist so I wouldn't strangle her.
"I hit you."
"You… said today that you hurt me because I touched your body. I crossed the line and deserved punishment." Did she have an answer for everything?
"You're a cheeky one."
"There's no reason for you to ask me so many questions. I'm a whore, and you paid for me, it's simple. You shouldn't even be talking to me but fucking me the way you like."
I furrow my brow and shake my head, disbelieving that this tramp really isn't worth anything.
"Stupid!" I choke her and get off her before I kill this wretch.
Turning around, I went to gather my clothes.
"Are you leaving?" she asked, terrified.
"Go to hell, you whore," I bellow and don't look back as I hurriedly dress to leave this place.
"You can't go now."
I hear and, confused, look at this lunatic.
"And why can't I?"
"There are three hours left of the time you paid for."
I smile with scorn.
"I'm giving you those three hours as a gift so you can go downstairs and make money." With that said, I grabbed my shirt from the floor and headed to the door.
"They punish me if they don't find the condom with cum," she confided, and I felt her desperation.
Releasing the doorknob, I looked back in horror.
"Is this some kind of joke?"
"I wish it was. But I really depend on this."
"And you have the nerve to say you like this life?"
"Choices and consequences."
"Go fuck yourself." I open the door.
"Please. They leave me without food."
I slam the door shut and go to the dresser, grab the damn condom, and head to the bathroom, where I masturbated until I came, removed the condom, tied a knot in it, left the bathroom, and placed the condom with warm cum on the furniture.
"I don't have kids. So don't even try…"
She ran to me.
"Thank you for this," she said, surprising me by letting tears escape and kneeling at my feet.
What the hell is this?
***
Entering Margaret's office, I locked the door, watching her lose her miserable little smile as I pulled my gun from my waistband and aimed it at her face.
"Why did you lie about Lavínia being a prostitute who accepts any fantasy without any exception?" I ask hostilely, approaching the wretch.
She backed away and moved to the side, going behind her desk.
"If I had said you were her first client, you might have felt pity and not shown her how things really are."
"You're a son of a bitch." I managed to corner her and shoved the barrel of the revolver into the old woman's mouth. "I raped the girl, and it's your fault. The only reason I'm not doing the same to you is because I didn't find my dick in the trash." I struck her head with the gun, and the old woman fell to the floor. Then, with all my anger, cruelty, and fury, I kicked her until I saw her coughing up blood on the ground. Satisfied, I hid my gun behind my back and crouched down, grabbing her face. The wretched woman's eyes were closing, indicating a faint. "You better not use my little visit to yourлага
System: your office to do anything to Lavínia. Because I'll know if you do, and believe me, I'll take a venomous scorpion, tie you up wide open, shove it inside your pussy, and sew it shut with galvanized wire, and the scorpion will eat your rotten uterus entirely, and you'll die slowly, bit by bit."
Waiting for the old woman to understand my message, I made her pass out with a hard punch to the nose, which surely must have broken it.