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“And you’re sure you want to give her up?” The man scrutinizes me like a foreign commodity. “I hope you won't hold it against me later, huh?”
I look at Manasseh in desperation, trying to hold back my disgust.
“I'm sure, Caius. Do your thing,” he gestures towards me, then picks up a glass from the table, takes a healthy sip of mineral water, and grimaces as he sets the glass back on the glass tabletop. “She has nothing to offer me.”
I look at the man beside me, feeling sick. Is Manasseh trafficking me? He’s sharing me among his libidinous friends, without a hint of remorse.
“You can't be serious,” I cling to his arm, desperate, leaning in close enough so that only we hear the conversation.
“You told me yourself I could only have you against your will, never willingly,” he says with a mocking grin. “Once my friend is done with you, you'll regret your decision. You'll beg me to take you back, but I have no interest in used things, and you, Becca, will remain his until he gets tired of you. Then, he'll toss you aside like a broken toy,” he shrugs nonchalantly and flashes a self-satisfied smile. “You see? No one likes naughty little pigs.”
“You fucke..” I shout, feeling a firm hand pulling me back. “You'll regret this!”
“When pigs fly,” Manasseh retorts, looking at me with an air of superiority as he cracks his neck, appearing relaxed with his hands in the pockets of his tailored pants.
“Are we leaving or what?” The man looks at me, intrigued.
“Just a moment, Caius. I forgot to give her the rundown,” Manasseh grabs my arm and gently pulls me close, whispering in my ear, “Be careful with him, Becca. I've heard he's a sadist in bed and enjoys some pretty twisted things...”
He releases my arm and nudges me forward, staying close to the unknown man whose eyes are already tearing my clothes apart.
“Don't be scared, sweetheart. We're going to have a great time,” his hand slides down my back, gripping one of my buttocks firmly.
I tremble, feeling like my world is falling apart. The touch hurts, and my mind starts to spin. I can't believe he would do something like this to me.
I glance over the man's shoulder at Manasseh, who has returned to his friends at the table. He keeps his eyes on me, watching as the stranger leads me behind the partition. The icy coldness in his gaze terrifies me, as if he's warning me it's too late to accept his offer. Once I end up in the clutches of this repulsive old man, there may be no turning back.
He doesn't care about me unless I belong to him.
On our way, I catch glimpses of other young women whose fates seem all too familiar. In this world of wealthy men, women are merely objects meant to satisfy their desires.
If Manasseh gave me away to his friend with such indifference, it's clear he has no conscience. I realize I'm no different from Rosé, Saza, or the other girl from last night, and Manasseh made sure to drill that into my mind. I can feel the weight of his manipulations as the door to the dimly lit room creaks open, revealing a display of sex toys I had only seen in movies. It looks like a dark den of desires, and as the door closes behind me, and the man's heavy breath brushes against my neck, adrenaline courses through my veins.
“Here!” he pushes a glass of alcohol towards me. “To help you loosen up.”
“I don't drink alcohol,” I politely refuse, looking out the half-opened window at the tall buildings surrounding us from all sides.
“Don't be so uptight and ruin our first date,” he insists, offering the glass again, and I reluctantly take it.
Who knows what’s inside. I don't want to lose my mind before I've completely gone crazy.
“I don't feel like drinking,” I try to place the glass on the dresser next to the door, but the man loses his temper and hits my hand, making the glass shatter against the wall.
“Drink the fucking thing when I tell you to, whore!” he exclaims, gripping my chin forcefully and forcing the burning liquid down my throat.
The liquids spill over my chin and between my breasts, soaking my neckline, and it feels like my skin is ablaze, as though I've just swallowed cyanide.
“Get the fuck away from me!” I cough, desperately leaning against the wall, tears streaming down my cheeks from the pain. “Don't come any closer!” I hold him off with a defensive hand raised.
“Undress,” the man demands, and I can feel him sniffing behind me.
I don’t react, my eyes fixed on the objects on the bed, looking torture devices.
“I said get fucking undress, faster!” He yanks my hair, and his hand wraps around my waist. “Or do you want me to fuck you with the dress still on?” He slaps my butt, forcing me onto the edge of the bed, and starts lifting the hem of my long dress.
I want to die, but I know Manasseh won't let me go so easily.
Tears start rolling, and the man chuckles.
