142. Strip

Elysia's pov

I ended up getting turned down, breaking the shit out of me.

I'm not just hurt, but I'm also pissed. He offered me a job to be his whore. A personal whore? What does he take me for?

But maybe it's better. Perhaps I'm mad at myself for throwing such an opportunity away? Maybe I should have thought harder, faster, and better about it rather than walking away from him.

Now I am back to square one: either I take up his offer or die of hunger.

No.

There has to be something I can do.

I should have just stuck with the deal he offered. It makes sense when I think about it now, although it's not what I expected. I bet I'll be paid better. After all, I would be fucking with one man, not different ones who neither respect women nor care about anything.

I slam the door to my apartment, pissed at everything.

"Damn!!!" I exclaimed, trying to stuff in my anger. I kick against the bed furiously, hating my life the more.

How the hell am I supposed to begin all over? Where would I turn to?