Chapter 1 - Abusive customers

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PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME.

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Daisy’s POV

I am waiting in my room, sitting on the bed, waiting for my customer to come in. 

I hope today, I don’t have any abusive clients. I am scared to being whipped and abused by anyone. 

The last time I had a customer, he hit me so hard that I had bruises all over my body and some cigarette burn marks too.

I remember his filthy voice on my body. His touch, his stares…

He just wanted to hurt me, to see me cry. He didn’t show me any mercy even when I was bleeding by his abuse.

“Nooooo aaaaahhhhhh Please, Please I beg you don’t burn me” I cried holding my hands in front of him begging him.

“Yes you whore, beg for mercy, beg to be saved. I will tell you what I am capable of today. You women need to know your place” He shouted punching me on my face really hard.

I could taste my blood coming out of my mouth. But he didn’t stop at that. 

He burned me on my chest with his cigarette and slapped me again and again.

“Please don’t hurt me. I beg you…” I pleaded taking my chances thinking maybe he would have some mercy on me…

But he didn’t, he entered me roughly and started pounding on me. 

It was painful, very painful but I had to keep my senses. I had to clear my mind, to stay focused, or else he might hurt me more after I faint. But my body betrayed me and darkness took over...

A shiver ran through my spine remembering the pain I felt when I woke up. 

I wasn’t able to work for a week after that and I still have some bruises on my body.

Apparently, Salma got a lot of money from him which is why she never complained. Being a prostitute, we have to keep our mouth shut and let our customer do whatever he or she wants just to make them happy. 

If a customer goes back unsatisfied, we don’t get food for days. The punishment can vary from person to person and customer to customer. 

We are not allowed to ask details about any customer, not even their name. We have different names to tell our clients and mine is Daisy. Well, I don’t really have a real name as someone picked me up from garbage where my family left me and sold me here. 

Salma bought me and took care of me since I was a child.

I never had a normal childhood. I was always playing around the house and listening to the screams. 

I am not new to these scars, I have seen them since childhood on most of the girls here. 

Salma even made me watch everything by my eyes when I was fifteen saying, “When you will be eighteen, you have to be my best girl here. So watch and learn”

I never had a choice for this life, I never wanted to become a prostitute but life was never kind enough to give me any other opportunity. 

I turned eighteen last month and since then, I am trying to cope up with the pain. Me being a virgin and young attracted a lot of customers. 

Salma even used to give three customers to me in one day so that I get to practice. I don’t really have any choice but to make her happy or else, she will not let me eat for a few days and even beat me up.

I glanced at my hand to see they were shivering as I was scared. My palms had sweat all over and the heartbeat was at a rapid rate. 

My throat felt dry so I stood up to take some water in a glass and gulped it all in a go. I took some more but someone pushed me and the glass fell down breaking into pieces. 

I was thrown on the bed now staring right into the eyes of my customer which made him angry.

“How dare you bitch stare at me” He shouted and slapped me hard.

“S..sorry, please don’t hurt me. I will not do it again” I said tears running down my eyes.

“So you know how to speak? Wait, now you will not dare to say even a word” He shouted at my face and stood up. He picked a piece of the broken glass and stabbed my thigh with it.

“Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh No no no no please don’t” I shouted. Blood was coming out of my thigh and I felt pain,

A lot of pain.

He slapped me again and again until his palms started to hurt. I felt numb, I had no sense of touch on my face and leg. 

He stood up smirking and opened his clothes. He tore off mine but I didn’t utter a word or reacted knowing it will have its own consequences.

He entered inside of me and started thrusting in and out of me slapping me whenever he wanted.

He leaned down and bite my breasts making them blue, marking me and I was staring at the ceiling praying for this torture to end soon. 

He kept beating and fucking me until he came inside of me and stood up to see me with his lust-filled eyes.

He left the room and I sighed in relief that it's over for today. I couldn’t move so stayed on the bed, crying my heart out...