IRENE POV
~honey run~Don't look backYou must survive, you and your brother
I woke up gasping,I looked around to make sure I was awake. I sighed, I have been having this nightmare over and over, I wished it stoped. I guess I can't fall asleep now.
My name is Irene grimes,I am the only daughter of the once powerful Grimes empire, my parents died in a house fire, at least that what was everyone believed, but I remember everything, the screams,the yelling the sounds of fun shots, the finally words of my parents.
Even at their finally moments they still cared about me and my brother, about the safety of the workers. I remember running with my brother, I remember him stopping to breath, the sound of a gun shot, the hole in his chest.
I didn't stop running back then,I didn't stop to cry, to breathe, I didn't even stop when I got shot on my hand, I ran and ran, I ended up here at a prostitution home.
It's so funny to me, the once powerful Irene Grimes stripped down from the name and working as a prostitute,The hardest choices requires the strongest will, though I feel embarrassed for accepting this type of work, I will do anything to survive.
This is actually my first time here, I have never been touched but I know that will soon be a lie, I'm so nervous today I will have to leave my ego and dignity in this room to survive.
I was brought out for my thought by the knocking of the door, I sigh and open the door.I just wanted to confirm you are awake, have you showered? Mrs heather asked
Mrs heather is the madam of this organization, I won't lie, she is actually nice to me, she let me stay in the building for sometime, she offered me this job, if not for her I will be dead in the streets.
Not yet, I was just about to. I responded while looking down, that have become a habit.
We'll be fast, the costumers are already here,I brought you a dress, I will leave it on the bed, when you are ready, you can come downstairs and join the others. She replied while dropping the clothe on the bedI'm leaving, it's ok to be nervous but remember why you accepted this job. With that being said she left
I walked up to the bed looking at the clothe, actually I won't consider it a dress when it barely looks like it will cover anything. It was more like a bra and underwear joined together, honestly it shouldn't even be called a bra, the top only has a dot like cloth to cover the nipple, it have a string to hold the dot in place, the underwear covers nothing It like a rope that goes both ways and is a little wider to cover a little bit of the front, but trust me it doesn't cover the back at all, but what can I say, I have no choice.
After I finished showering I wore the " dress" and walked downstairs, to be honest I wasn't prepared for whatever is going to happen but I won't back down.