AN UNEXPECTED SAVIOR

I stretch myself on the bed of an unfamiliar room, but this dark theme reminds me of a very familiar place. Black-Dark, like the owner and everything that happens in these clubs. I have never entered the rooms of this particular club before, but I don't need anyone to tell me that these rooms are designed for the same activities that go on in the other club. I still don't know what exactly happened to the other club, but I have a feeling this is where Ejay is staying. My whole face hurts like hell for that beating I received earlier from him.

To confirm how I look, because I know I look pathetic, I walk to the dressing mirror on the wardrobe door and take a look at my pitiful face. The marks of his long fingers are so evident, my cheeks are so sore, and the redness is just too much. I look so disgusting. I'm even laughing at myself inwardly. It's the price I have to pay, and I will bear it until I can get the justice I deserve. Everyone who has fallen victim to this scumbag deserves justice.

Justice or revenge? I think revenge, yeah, revenge. I'm going to make him pay somehow, someway. I pull one of the drawers, and the kind of things I see in it scare me to death. Robes, belts, chains, and some other scary stuff that I have never seen before Oh my goodness! In them, I see something that will be of help to me right now.

I take the black tape, and I first walk to the door to make sure it's locked. I pull up my dress and pull down the stocking, taking out my two guns and sticking them with the tape on the bed, the part that faces the floor. "Stay here, my babies, and don't let anyone see you." I say to my two guns. I unlock the door, take back the tape where it was, and I fix myself, resting myself on the bed.

A few minutes later, the door opens and my nightmare walks in. His face is still as cold as it was hours prior, making me bow down in fear. If another slap lands on my cheeks, I swear it will tear what is left of my poor, delicate flesh. He walks to the drawer without saying a word—not the drawer I was rummaging through a while ago, but the one next to it. He pulls out a piece of red lingerie and throws it at my face. I wait for it to fall on my lap before looking at him.

"I gave you a chance; you blew it away. You are no longer a princess, so fix yourself and wear that on. Your client will come in twenty minutes, and you better behave." A tear leaves my eye, but I wipe it away before it can get to the sore flesh of the cheek.

I nod my head, not because I want this. I am not ready for this, but like he said, I blew the chance away. Now I am left with no option but to accept and do whatever he asks of me. But this?

"Move your ass and stop whining, will you? If you enjoyed that bastard screwing you, there is no reason why you shouldn't enjoy this. MOVE!" I walk past him with my lingerie and get to the bathroom. I hear his heavy footsteps walking out, and I breathe a sigh when the door closes.

After minutes of thinking, I put on the stupid lingerie without even caring to take a shower, and I walk out, kneeling down beside the bed. I know I can't handle a man forcing himself on me, so how about I blow their brains out? But then, where do I take his body after? May I lock it in my bathroom? Naah, the smell will kill me when he rots. How about dropping him out through the window? Pss, it's too small; only an infant can fit on it.

Now what, Gia? Think fast!

What should I do?

Before I could make up my mind, the door opened, and a young man in his mid-thirties walked in.

Short and slender. He can't weigh more than 90kgs maximum. I know these people come here just for sex and pleasure, and the fact that they pay huge amounts of money for it makes them so ruthless. They don't negotiate, and they don't show any mercy to the girls, so talking to him is out of the question. So the only option I have is to defend myself. Blow his brains out, and if that monster walks in, I will also rip his brains off, and I will be left in peace looking for my sister and my father.

Perfect!

I sit on the bed, my eyes on the target. I move my hand slowly and carefully under the bed, searching for my two guns. I don't know what this fool is thinking, because his eyes have been glued on my face since he came in. He thinks I am not worthy of the money he has paid. Then he should leave! He opens the door and pops his head out. I was glad that he decided to leave, but that was just me and my stupid imagination.

He locks the door and starts walking towards me. I take a hold of the gun, ready to rip off the tape that is holding it before he gets close. Come on! Come closer to your death, Mr. Man!

A step away, he stops. "Did that monster do that to you?" I was about to pull the gun, but I stopped.

Which monster?

Wait. Nobody comes to these places with a conscience. All of Ejay's clients are stone-hearted, just like him. So, who is this one? Why is he surprised when they themselves are used to doing this to the girls? Wait a minute, why does he think a monster did this to me and not some other freaking client like him? Why is he talking as if he knows who did this to me?

"Are you here to talk, or for pleasure?" I ask, annoyingly, reaching for the gun again, but his words stop me once more.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. Deep and Paul sent me here." I stood up immediately.

For real?

He takes out a badge and shows it to me. Detective Garvin? I think those slaps from Ejay messed up with my head cells responsible for seeing. There is no way a detective can get in here.

"I am Detective Garvin. Sit down, please." He helps me sit down on the bed, which I do, and he sits beside me.

"How were you able to get in? Nobody even suspected you." I ask.

"Not when a trusted client of Ejay is helping us." He says.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Deep and Paul convinced one Mr. Dario to coordinate with us. So I am not here as a detective, but as Dario's friend who wants to learn about this dirty business." Oh well, those two really have smart brains, huh!

"Are you sure about this Dario guy? What if he tells Ejay what is going on?" I ask. You just can't be too complaisant with this monster. Even his associates fear him like death. I wonder what they promised Dario in order for him to agree to betray the monster.

"He has no way of doing that. He is under our surveillance 24 hours a day, and his two phones are being tracked." The detective says

"Sounds good. So, what is the plan?" I ask.

"We can't keep this for so long. You need to find your sister as soon as possible, and I need to find a way around here. The faster you can find your sister, the faster this will be done. We can't afford another failed operation." He explains.

"I will do my best to find out where he is keeping her as soon as possible. Also, I don't want any of the girls here to get hurt during the operation." I say.

"Rest assured, none of them will get hurt, but we don't have time." He insists.

"I will do my best. But wait, how will we communicate? Ejay destroyed my phone a while ago." I say. That jerk has so much more in store for me than I had expected.

"No problem. I will be coming here every day for the next two weeks. No man will be assigned to you for those fourteen days because I have booked you. However," he fishes out a phone from his pocket and a change, "Deep wanted you to have this. Can you hide it safely?" He hands me the phone, and I take it.

"Sure. I will hide it." I say and run to get the tape and kneel beside the bed again.

"And just what else do you have there?" He asks

"Check for yourself." He kneels beside me, and his eyes almost move out of their sockets when he sees the guns.

"How on earth did you get those?" He asks.

"I stole them from this despicable imbecile before I escaped." I say.

"You know those are not toys, Gia. What were you thinking when I walked in?" He asks.

Oh, so he noticed?

"I almost blew your brains off, but don't worry, detective. At least now I won't have to use them on anyone, because before the fourteen days end, we will have carried out our mission. That I promise." I say.

"Are you still a virgin?"

Shit! Where the heck did that come from? I stand up, feeling so uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, Ejay wants to know; I don't know why, though. But I need him to trust me, so I have to give him an answer." He explains, and I connect the dots.

That idiot. I'm sorry, Deep, but I have to be selfish this time. Besides, I am sure he won't be able to get to you that easily. "So?"

"Tell him I am not, and you have to be dead convincing about it." I say.

"Alright." We talk for another few minutes, including what happened to the other club, and I am glad to know that it was blown up. I would have loved to see it crumble down into ashes, but I am as excited anyway.

"I don't want to imagine how Mr. Moore will react if he sees you like this. We are having a hard time controlling him. This will make him go uncontrollably berserk."

"Hey, you don't have to report all these to him." I say, pointing to my face. "Tell him that I am alright. And please, tell him to be careful." I say.

"Only him?"

Oh, Shit! This deep guy is getting deep into me. I hope it doesn't look so obvious that I care about him. But it is not bad to care, right? He also cares deeply for me, which is why he is doing all the risky things he is doing. It's only natural for me to care as much.

"Huh? No. I mean, you all should be very careful." I say.

"Alright. See you tomorrow, and be careful too." He stands, ready to leave, but I stop him.

"Wait, you can't leave like that. We need something to convince Ejay that we had something heated here." I say.

"What?" He queries, shock plastered on his face.

"He knows how defensive I am with my body. He will not buy the lie that I just allowed you to even touch me without a fight." I explain.

"So, what do you expect me to do?" He asks.

"Slap me. or punch me. Anything that will leave a visible mark on my face." I say, almost wincing at another pain. But what choice do I have?

"Are you serious right now? Have you seen your face? Your cheeks are all bruised, Gia." He remarks.

"I know, but still, do it. Both of us will get into trouble if you don't do it." I say.

"Come on! Mr. Moore will kill me for sure if I do that."

"Not when you are helping me. Come on. Make sure you leave me with a broken nose, a swollen eye, or a bruised lip." I say.

"I am risking my life here. I am sorry, okay?" He turns to leave.

"It's for..." Shit! Fycking shit! I put my hand on my nose.

Blood! Pure blood! That was hard. I didn't ask him to kill me for crying out loud!

"Ouch..ouch." I'm heavily nose-bleeding. "Shit!"

"I'm sorry, okay? Sorry. Are you okay?" He says he is trying to get me off the cold floor.

Okay, my foot! He didn’t even realize he was hitting a woman, for fucks sake!

"Just leave, detective. Tell Ejay that we have come to an agreement that I will not resist you again." I say this with my eyes closed to the pain.

Huh, I never thought he would be this strong. Shit! I despise the sight of this red liquid thing, and I hate this pain.

"Okay. If I don't come back tomorrow, just know that Mr. Moore killed me already. I'm sorry." He walks out, and I know guilt is consuming him.

How sweet it feels to know that someone out there cares for me! Oh, Deep! I hope to see you even just once when all this is over, so that I can thank you enough.