- What do you mean, what are you talking about? – I was startled, cutting him off. – What is this...?
— Just do what I told you, obey the man — Thomas left, leaving me there alone, scared.
That's when I looked towards the bar, from the bottom of the stage it was possible to notice that man.
I swallowed hard when I noticed the intense blue eyes in my direction, he was analysing me, leaning against the bar counter, arms crossed, a face as hard as an iceberg.
I don't know why, but I felt afraid of those eyes, of that tall stature, of the way he looked at me, as if I were his object to be used and discarded.
Even so, that wasn't exactly a lie, because I'm a whore who sold herself to get money.
I let out a long sigh, taking courage from where I didn't even have it anymore, after all the embarrassment I went through when I stood in front of that stage.
Thinking that it was a good thing that I only sold myself for one night, there was nothing else that could cause me embarrassment.
The heels made me guide towards him, I passed some men, the smell of nicotine predominated in that entire environment.
Was coming towards him, even having a cloudy atmosphere due to the smoke emanating from those cigarettes and cigars.
I was apprehensive, even as I bit the corner of my lip in my nervousness.
I raised my eyes, when I stopped in front of that man, he took off his black hat.
He was laying it on the counter, revealing thick black hair, trimmed on the sides, with a natural quiff of hair.
— Mr. Dostoi is vski — I murmured, searching for my voice that came out in the middle of a whisper.
The man in front of me ran his eyes down my body.
He was evaluating me from top to bottom, he looked like an eagle that wanted to eat its prey.
Then he was turning his back, making my eyes widen.
- Sir... — Then, I grabbed his wrist, making him stop walking, looking down at my arm that was holding him.
He pulled his arm.
- Darling, don't touch me unless I tell you to - The man growled, declaring in a low and husky tone. hoarse.
- I was in doubt of who he was, what he was to all of them, who did he think he was ?
- Did he think he was some kind of emperor?
I was apprehensive, I had no idea who I was dealing with.
I felt like laughing nervously.
I held back out of fear, thinking this would be a terrible thing. idea.
I had always been laughing when I got nervous.
- Excuse me, your majesty. – I raised my hands in surrender, taking a step back. backwards.
Saying that might not have been the best idea, because his face was already
He went hard as a rock, becoming even more rigid, his blue eyes becoming half-closed.
That expression that made him look like a beast that was going to eat me intensified.
At that time, it contained a small hole in the middle, everything fitting into the beauty of that man.
— What did you say? — He subtly arched his eyebrow.
— Well... – I thought a thousand times better, I'm not stupid, I'm not going to attack or provoke someone I didn't know, I was already selling myself in the underworld, if I provoked, I might not go home with money, not even alive, I would be...
So, I kept quiet, let's be more cautious, thought Melania.
— That's what I thought — He turned around and started walking again.
I snorted, not knowing what to do, should I go after him?
I followed him, not knowing what to do, so I had to follow orders as it was my duty.
When I followed him, I saw that he was my lord of the universe.
Thinking about it, I had never seen that kind of man, who seemed to own everything.
I was in doubt about what to do, follow, stay, or look like a mute statue.
I saw an empty stool, well, at some point he would have to come back, I pulled the stool, resting my feet on the support, sitting down and placing my arms on that mahogany, I looked at all the labels of the drinks.
There were two bartenders working there, but neither of them came to ask me if I wanted anything.
even know that I didn't have a penny to pay for a glass of those drinks?
— Girl? — I looked up when she came back. — Are you so stupid that you didn't realize that you were supposed to follow me?
I stopped, I thought, I didn't catch an old man, but someone who seemed dangerous, who followed rules, which I didn't know, nor could I say what they were.
I didn't want to leave there in a sack, I didn't want to die, or look stupid, so I turned to him with all my courage.
- How about you tell me the rules, that I must follow, at least, I will do what you say, whether you know what I have to do or not, if you tell me, I won't look like an idiot and you will have an obedient slave if you prefer. - I said, with all the courage.
I took the liberty of touching it again.
- I'm smart enough, I'm quick to learn, if not I'm left in the dark and don't know what to do. – Melania said.
- I know you don't want to be angry, you want to have whatever it is with me, so I believe you want obedience, but how will I be obedient if I don't know what I should follow or do? - I questioned.
He stood still, seemed to be evaluating me, touched me without any form of touching, ran his fingers over my breasts, squeezed my wrists.
The man turned towards me, pulling my arm forcefully.
- First rule, don't touch me without my permission, I didn't give you the freedom to touch me. - He muttered, ironically as he was being pulled.
I don't know if he heard me, but his pulling got stronger, damn it!
I didn't catch a slobbering old man, but I was lucky enough to catch a man who thought he was the king.
Probably my owner for a few hours or a day...
I still thought, does he have some kind of personality disorder?
Follow me. – He ordered.
Then I walked through a set of double doors, causing them to close over my shoulder.
I was apprehensive. “That hurts,” I said.
When I felt like I had some right to say something.
Then he turned towards me.
- I'll tell you the rules, you'll follow them as I dictate them, we'll go in stages. - He said.
- Now, go any faster and that won't happen - he said it as if it were my fault.
I kept thinking how strange this man was, how authoritative and possibly fatal and dangerous.
It would never be good to provoke him.
We entered a room that looked like a private place, where there were two men
Similar to a John without an arm.
I saw the two men, sitting in different armchairs, they had their feet on the center of the table and a cigar between their fingers.
—New toy, Nikolai? — one of them said with an extremely thick accent.
- See you later, I'm leaving, Maksim, now, don't let Dmitry think he's in whore heaven and go around fucking them all, I hope I don't find you here again in the morning - He said in a reprimanding tone to those two.
- Oh man, just because I found a mediocre brothel, no one was going to miss some old whores.
Then the man who seemed to be the youngest scoffed. - Then you can rest assured, tomorrow I'm leaving early for Servia, you know, Godfather needs me...
— And I still plan to catch the Swiss off guard. — The one who seemed to be named Maksim gave a smile that almost scared me.
— Maybe the time has come to show how we solve our problems.
— The man who was squeezing my arm made me afraid with the way he spoke.
What were they talking about?
— Who is that girl? — the youngest asked.
- I bought it. — He shrugged.
— After her...
- I... – At that moment, I turned towards the dangerous man who bought me.
- Do I have permission to speak? – I asked.
- Try your luck. – He said, with a warning tone.
- So, as far as I know, I was bought and sold by one man, for one night, if you want my body, do as he do and pay, I'm not on sale, nor am I giving it away for free, everything has a price. - I said.
- Keep dreaming, of having as many whores as you want, but they all have a price, he didn't buy me. - I said. - I was auctioned off for one night.
- Only if it's just for one night, I read that entire contract, line by line, making sure it was just for one night.
- I know that only after this, when I make a point of never setting foot on this side of Lovecraft County again. – Unless you pay the price.
- Even whores have a price, nothing comes for free. - I growled, as I cut off the man talking non-stop.
His intense blue eyes focused on me, as if at that moment he was realizing that I was anything but stupid.
— Do you really think I would agree to something crazy like that without reading that contract?
- I know I need the money, otherwise I would never be here. - So, I went back to babbling in my terrible habit of talking to the four winds.
— Good luck, because I would punch that dirty mouth, I hate women who think they are smart — the Maksim guy declared impatiently.
- Now, I'm thankful I'm smart enough to never want to be in bed with a man like the rest of you...
— Shut up, bitch, that’s what you are, you sold out, you're a whore like any other, now come on, little whore