Another night spent serving men, weeks, months. Now I became the most popular prostitute, but only a few had a taste, at least compared to other prostitutes. After that night where I spent drowning in hatred, it quickly died out. They watched me almost every second of the day other than when I was serving men. Guards strewed around me along with Lily, who stayed by my side 24/7. I soon lost even my will for revenge and just gave up, I was fed proper food, bathed, slept in a soft bed, life was perfect other than at night. I forced myself to warp reality, to accept my living condition.
Waking up was never a pleasure even in childhood neither was sleeping, in both worlds, the real and dreamland torture afflicted me but it was at least bearable with my mother around, but now, there was no mother, just me, on my own, I relied on myself. Before I would wake up from my dreams in a puddle of sweat or go to sleep crying now, I would unhurriedly open my eyes and sit up as memories of the night would gush through me.
But unlike before I no longer cared I went to sleep uncaring and woke up uncaring, the entire world could rape me and I would still feel nothing. I learnt that emotions were trivial and only got in the way, the tearing pain of sadness, the burning fire of rage, the sweetness of happiness, that I could only long for, as a child, now I didn't care. What was the point? I did not need such things that could bring me down. I focused on nothing. 'Life was good' I lied to myself I had pushed all my emotions down, all that hatred was lying in wait quietly but if it was lightly poked it would explode, but I didn't know that yet I thought I had totally gotten rid of emotions and was now living a happy life.
Every day was the same, I would sleep until night, wake up, change, serve dozens of men. Afterwards Lily washed me thoroughly and then I would once again return to my dreamland, a place of safety compared to actual life, but as soon as my leaden lids rose again, the process recycled, day after day.
"Indi, Madame says you must go out more, it's bad for your skin that she took so much care of," Lily held my arm up and stroked the deathly pale skin that had discernible green and blue veins, weaving itself like a snake under my skin. "Look at you, you're so pale, your health will decline, so come let's go," I knew that although she seemed to care for me, she, in reality, she merely worried that I may lose precious customers and the regulars will wonder whether I am being abused and throw a fit, not for me, but for themselves who will not have their desires fully cinched. I never once cared how many people I served or how much money it made after all everything went to that woman's pockets. They threw not a single copper coin my way.
I didn't bother to reply, simply standing up, ready to leave. "Wait! You can't go out like that,"
I looked down to the yellow silk dress that fell to my knees, "And why not? It was never a problem bef-"
"It seems Lily's report was right," I glanced silently at the door, when I saw the woman leaning on the door frame puffing out milky white smoke, I watched silently seeing the chalky cloud disperse in the air creating a large gloomy cloud. It tingled my nose with a musky odour.
"Indi, it seems you have gotten unruly these past few months, do you think just because you rallied in some customers you think you own this place!?" I stood silently in place dryly gazing at her.
"Indi, I wonder where you grew some balls," The lady languidly puffed out another milky white cloud.
"Indi, who is your master," The woman stared at me with cold eyes yet penetrating like a snake. My eyes shook slightly, and I shuddered. It confused me, 'Where was all this coming from? Why am I reacting like this?'
It was as if something possessed my entire body. My body was trembling and a cold sweat started pooling on my forehead. I struggled against the strangely compelling words of the woman before me. The woman who had broken me in and had psychological control over me. I battled with my brain and my pride as a human being, or at least the little left of it.
I raised my shaky hand, my eyes barely making out the outline; I grabbed my hand while the other tried desperately to stop the wild shaking of my body, but my other hand was just as weak, barely curling my fingers over my pale wrist. My legs were going numb and felt as if they were about to topple over, slowly giving out underneath me.
"Indi, I said, who is your master?" The woman let out another puff and my limp legs gave out, I whimpered and fell to the floor with a plop. My heart was throbbing in my ears, loud and unnatural, but I barely heard it, for my mind engulfed in terror. 'Why? Why? Why am I so weak to this woman?!!'
My body long beyond my control shook, my teeth chattered a song. The fine hairs behind my neck stood on edge accompanied by my goosebumps that covered my entire body, paralyzed to the spot; the woman had absolute control over me and the fear that came alive eating me away like a starved beast rendering me hostage.
The woman pulled my chin up with her smoking pipe and stared at me motionless, "I won't ask this again, who is your master?" I had zero control over myself and that made me an inferno of rage burn in me, I hated how submissive I was towards this woman. She brought out all the hidden wisps of emotions in me and added oil making the emotions in me enlarge and consume me and I had no way to resist. The moment I had submitted to her, she had taken the reins of me. I wanted to shred her into a million pieces, no I wanted to give her thousands of cuts and throw her in burning wax and slowly peel the wax off taking her wretched skin with me.
"I ask you one more time, who is your master? Say it or I'll throw you back 'there'" She looked at me with a jovial smile as she enunciated every word and syllable. My heart hammered against my chest.
"You," my brittle croaky voice spilt out of my mouth against my will.
"Full sentence. Lie down, face down," She looked at me with pure disgust. A part of me wanted to bite my tongue and end my suffering, but I just couldn't control my numb body. I laid down and as soon as I did I felt a crushing force on my back.
"You are my master," I felt hopeless, no I was hopeless, and I hated that.
"Ha, no wonder your father abused you, you're so pathetic," Her foot crushed down more, robbing the breath from my body.
"..."
"I feel bad for him to have such a useless child,"
"..."
"Blame yourself for being so powerless and weak,"
"..."
"And that mother of yours must be as pathetic, to have given birth to you, she must be even more useless!"
"What?" I opened my previously shut eyes, revealing the bloodshot orbs beneath. My mother was my bottom line, she can curse everyone, and beat me for all I care, but I would never accept an insult to my mother.
"Oh? Are you angry? Too bad you're too weak to do anything, and your dead bitchy mother was too weak to protect you,"
"WHAT!?" My previously numb body seemed to have finally gained some strength and I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my body. I pushed up from the ground with my hands but the foot on my back smashed down forcing me back down but my originally silver eyes were unknowingly swirling with a blood-red colour.
"I said it, your mother is a pathetic, weak, bitch that couldn't get a single thing right," She enunciated each word and they entered my ears making my ears ring like a bell.
Something snapped in me and my blood seemed to turn to acid, fully intent on killing me from the inside as the pain dominated my every fibre. My head throbbed as if a burning knife had stabbed into it countless times.
"She was useless, and no one wanted her just like you," Her words echoed in my brain, making the acid burn away my insides faster and faster. I felt like small worms were crawling up my skin twirling around and weaving around carelessly leaving a pain worse than a stab where ever they passed. Eventually, my whole body had that same burning sensation.
Unknown POV
"What's going on, why do you have those marks on you, what's with your hair?" Her words didn't reach me, I slowly felt my power slipping from me before I faded into a deep slumber.
"Kekeke, I knew you would borrow my power eventually, finally I can get a meal after so long, I'm so hungry" An eerie voice fell from my mouth. My eyes had turned a bloody red that glowed creepily and my hair that trailed the ground was ink-black glowing with ominous purple undertones. An endless thirst for blood engulfed me, making my throat and stomach burn. "Just as I thought, it's been so long since my last meal that I might go crazy,"
"Blood..." One word tumbled out of my mouth, and the woman jumped back away from me. I slowly stood up, my bones cracking at each movement like they were re-branding themselves.
I raised my hand covered in red glowing tattoos; the tattoos covered my body from head to toes and had a strange dark aura resonating from within that seemed to strike fear in people. From my hand, blood flowed out like a tornado weaving together, creating a black scythe over three times my size that had similar red inscriptions to my body.
I slowly raised my lowered head, revealing the apple red eyes beneath.
"What.... what's going on!!" The woman screamed and fell back, "You demon!" Lily and the woman screamed in unison.
"... So what? Whether I was an angel or a demon... It doesn't change the fact you will die here today," A slight smile hung on my lips.
"Come! Let your blood become my food," That smile gradually spread to a gruesome, crazily wide smile.