Hannah's POV
It's been two weeks now and so we are now open for business. My first job is a house call which means I have to entertain the client from their home or hotel of their choice. House calls are exclusive to only three clients at the moment and I am being sent to one of them. I'm very scared, I have no idea what kind of creep I'm going to meet and I've heard from other girls that these men tend to be very aggressive and they could potentially kill you if you don't comply, it's a wicked world I tell you. Mother Yuna got me ready herself. She dressed me in a long white satin dress, silver strap heels and straightened my hair, I won't lie, I look beautiful, this is the most beautiful I've ever looked. It's cold but I still don't get a coat, apparently it will ruin the coat.
"Portate bien, mi gatita" you better behave my little kitten ,Mother Yuna warns trying so hard to be stern to hide her excitement . she is very happy today, which only means one thing …the Client paid her lots of money.
I quietly watch as she hoovers around me flipping me from side to side like I'm a sausage on a pan to make sure I look perfect. " Follow me kitty…..your ride is waiting outside" her thick Mexican has a beautiful rhythm and is full of character, which is the complete opposite of who she is. She is just a greedy awful woman with a vile mouth. I follow her like an obedient little kitten and as soon as we leave the building the cold wind makes me shiver, but I manage to compose myself and maintain my poise under Mother Yuna's scrutiny even though goosebumps threaten to expose me. We stop in front of middle aged man in tuxedo. Who greets us with a warm professional smile and a bow. His hair is styled in a neat slick black , he looks handsome and his sharp facial features garnished with a goatee and moustache combination make him look divine . This man is aging like fine wine …
My thoughts are cut off by the man when he opens the car door for me and that's when I take noice of the luxurious car before me. I feel very cheap as I sit on the seats covered with expensive looking brown leather and without a word mr fine wine ( the driver) takes off.
We drive on a road that seems to be in the middle of nowhere for a very long time in complete silence. The silence in the car makes my thoughts sound louder. I miss my house, my car, my job . I miss my life, my perfect life before the Kim siblings. My chest tightened at the thought of Min Jun and the doctors voice echoed in my head .
"Your blood tests show that you have traces of ketamine in your blood. The fact that you cannot remember taking it or using it in any way means that someone may have given it to you without your knowledge. I say this because this drug is not easily accessible and is rarely used in this country. About the pain you feel on your vagina, there are no signs of entry, and the swab test results show that you have no infection , it's most likely just a skin iritation, I will prescribe a cream for you. "
" i don't go clubbing and I've been home , I was fine before I went to bed , there is no way I could have taken ketamine be it knowingly or unknowingly …. It doesn't make sense"I asked the doctor before Min Jun suddenly walked in and covered my mouth and nose with a cloth.
We are here miss …Mr fine wine brought me out of my thoughts, Mr fine wine is what I decided to call him since he ddnt introduce himself. I didn't even realise the car had stopped.
The house was big, it was a mansion surrounded by very tall trees that made the house look isolated. Mr fine wine led me inside and it felt like he was leading me to my death. Every step was heavy and I could feel my breathing getting heavy and heavier . I felt a cold shiver when the door shut behind me. The house was massive and quiet I could even hear myself breathing. Mr fine wine silently led me up the stairs, we passed many doors… I ddnt count, I was too scared to count. He finally stopped in front of a big jet black door at the end of the corridor,
Mother it seems I will be joining you soon… im my head I was screaming for help, but I stil managed to maintain my poise. The door led us into a nearly organised office with a black wooden office desk and a big black leather couch on the other end of the room. I sat on the couch and without a word Mr fine wine left the room, gently closing the door behind him.
I thought I had given up on life when I woke up in a brothel.My existence is a sin to begin with, a result of an affair. For fifteen years I was a souvenir of my father's deception to my mother and when she died I became a reminder of my father's betrayal to the woman who once loved. I long accepted my unfortunate life, but whatever was meant to happen to me here made me shiver with fear. Not fair, not fair, was all I could think of. I had no one to complain to anyways.
After what felt like eternity, a small boy walked in with a big colouring book and a pouch full of colouring pencils. He slowly closed the door as trying not to make a sound. I watched him quietly waiting for him to notice my presence.