Chapter 5: Brace up.

Zavi Covillie.

She was fearless, and nonchalant about everything. She talks a lot and the only thing she was afraid of was losing her life. A girl who doesn't care if I killed her father, is it how bad she hated her father?. A girl who looks me directly in the eye, very bold and feisty. She's insanely beautiful, had long brown curly hair, very beautiful emerald eyes, she reminded me of someone, someone that I found so hard forgetting in my life.

I could give her up with the other sluts but I waited, she's too nimble to waste like that. I've thought about what I wanted from her, what I wanted to use her for but I'm not sure. If she survives the heat tonight, I would train her and make her mine forever. I would make her a woman behind the mask.

But why?.

There are so many beautiful and skillful women out there, why should it be her?.

"Boss, why did you choose her?." Wallace asked the question that I wasn't able to answer myself.

"There are many skillful sluts in the family, and you choose a blabber mouth?. Don't you know she could be killed by Master Fraser?." He added and I understood his question. I thought he asked why I would want her by my side.

"If she dies, she dies," I replied frantically.

"But your money would be wasted." He complained.

"She's worth it," I answered and gave no room for any other questions. Wallace knows better.

"Prep her up for what is to come," I ordered and loosened my tie. I relaxed on the single sofa and watched Vanora from the screen.

Vanora Campbell.

That motherfucker dick face left me for another 2 hours. Does he not have any human sympathy?. Oh I forgot, he's a mob boss and those bosses are cold-blooded humans. Now, he's planning on giving me away to another cold-blooded old man. I thought my life was like Disney where I'd find my prince charming whom I will give my virginity to, but I was wrong when my mom died. Things weren't in the way I used to imagine them, even the story mom used to tell me were fucked up imaginary stories that would never come true. Now, I was going to be a slut, a cheap slut for the mafia lord.

The door flew open and I looked up, my face fell when I saw Wallace walking in with his usual mockery smile pasted on his lips.

"I knew you'd walk into trouble one day. Now, look at you,"

I roll my eyes at him.

"If you're not here to untie me, use the door," I rudely told him and his smiles vanished. He was pissed by my comment but what I didn't understand was that he didn't scold me as always.

He came closer and began opening the handcuffs. When the handcuffs fell on the bed, I rubbed my red wrists but Wallace didn't let me catch some breath, he grabbed me by my shirt, "Believe me, you won't make it alive tonight."

He dragged me out of the bed and we began walking out of the room. Outside the room, the Jezebel stood giving me a death glare. Her caked face even made her uglier than before, so I picked a good name for her.

"Prepare her for the work ahead." Wallace gave the order. My heart skipped, I was going to lose my virginity tonight.

Wallace continued dragging me away while Jezebel ran to catch up with us. We stopped in front of a door and he pushed it open with his free hand. We walked in.

The room was big and beautiful. And the bed was big, unlike anything I've seen in this building. Unlike the room, I was tied up in. The master's bedroom was darker with blue dim lights. The master was a demon in his domain.

"Get her ready," He ordered and pushed me in. Jezebel walked in and closed the door behind her.

"Pull off your dress and walk into the bathroom." She spoke too seriously. I began pulling off my tank top and shorts. She handed me a towel and I tied it around my body.

I walked into the bathroom and Jezebel followed.

"Jezebel, do you want to bathe too?." I asked, her eyes widened at the name I gave to her, and she breathed out, trying to calm down.

"I have to make sure you won't try anything stupid." She replied.

"It's not like anywhere is safe here." I turned around and unwrapped the towel away from my body. I walked into the warm bathtub. She'd already run a bath for me. Is that how they prepare prostitutes for the night?.

Jezebel followed me out of the bathroom, she never looked at me, she opened the bag on the bed and removed the black lingerie and threw it at me to wear, she began removing the clothes in the bag.

I felt too exposed after putting on the black transparent frail gown on my body, I opened my mouth to speak and Jezebel threw another cloth on me. She looked tired of my bickering and wanted badly to leave the room for me.

"That's a Niqab." She pointed at the cloth in my hand. "But before you wear that, sit down and let me work on your face."

I stepped back, "No. Don't color my face for me, I will do that by myself."

She gave a low growl, and stepped towards me, "You think you're all that important, with this attitude of yours, you're not gonna make it tonight. Now, sit down and let me do my job." She snapped.

I held in my breath and went to sit down on the low stool. My mind wandered on what she just said, I knew I wasn't lucky but I didn't want to die in such a shameful way. What will happen in that room?. How will I survive this?.

I knew no one would even give me a room to run away, the guys were huge and their eyes were everywhere around me. It was like the mob boss asked everyone to look in my direction and watch me. I'm just a girl and I'm not important, why would they be keen on my side?.

When Jezebel was done, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and gasped. I didn't know she could do such a nice job, with all the different colors she painted on her face, she did so nicely on mine. I really looked like a daisy but too bad, the daisy might wither tonight.

Wallace walked in and I turned, he looked at me for a while and ordered, "Cover her."

Jezebel covered me up with the Niqab and it was only my eyes that were not covered. We began walking out of the room.I wished that I could see the master tonight before leaving to my death. Just the last glance at him would make me remember him in my next life.

I entered the car and sat beside Wallace.

"Brace up for what is to come," He told me and our car drove off.