These two days, I pretended to be sick so I finally didn't have to do shows. The doctor who check my condition knew that I wasn't really sick, and luckily he was merciful and let me get treatment even though I wasn't really sick. He also informed Mrs. Morrison said that I was exhausted and had to rest for two days.
"I know you lie bad girl, but tonight you can no longer get away." Said Mss. Parish when we passed each other in the locker room.
Tonight I have to perform again with a different theme. And what is surprising, because the format is different than usual.The masher men have to register their names according to the number of the girl they want, because previously our photo had been used as a kind of banner at the entrance.
I started to think, it was true what Richman's driver said, the people at this agency were trying to blackmail Richhman. If Richman wrote his name in my number, of course the agency would charge me an unreasonable price to drain Richman's pocket tonight.
We stand as the object of the auction while all the men race to win the price of the girl they want. Richman had bid for Angela and he won her for $ 50,000, cheap enough for him, but expensive for other men.
I got on the podium as soon as my serial number was mentioned, of course I stood in my best pose. My gaze is clearly on the man in the black tuxedo with the gray tie he is wearing. Sit with one leg crossed over the other. He looked at me deeply and entrusted his bid to the driver.
"We'll start at $ 100." Mrs. Parrish opens prices.
"One hundred and fifty US dollars said the driver, and I smiled faintly, I hoped the bidding would be very low and no one could bid me more. I even asked Mrs. Drew to reduce my make-up so I wouldn't be attractive to those men.
"Three hundred dollars." Said a bald, fat man with black skin and a really weird hip-hop style. I turned my gaze from the man in black to Richman and he seemed to cross his arms across his chest, his jaw tightened.
"Three hundred and fifty." Said the driver.
"Six hundred." The black man was back ahead.
"Six hundred fifty."
"One thousand two hundred." The man in black said, and the driver seemed to lose his mind. Maybe Richman didn't say a limit of over a thousand dollars to buy me.
"Ok... One thousand two hundred... One...." Mss. Parish started counting. I was shaking half to death, I saw Richman covering his lips with a fist, he also looked very nervous.
"One thousand five hundred." Richman raised his hand.
"Sorry Mr. Richman, no group games tonight. Everyone's playing singles, and you've made your choice in advance, you can't pick the second girl." Mss said. Parrish and Richman looked annoyed. The blood was clearly receding from my face, my hands and feet started to feel cold.
"One thousand two hundred... Two..." he said again and I was getting limp. Richman was furious.
"Two thousand." The driver raised his hand and Mss. Parrish smiled broadly.
"Ok ... how about Mr. Black'O and the others? Still want to bid?" He asked and the man in black seemed to cross his arms across his chest.
"I took it off." He said irritated and I looked at Richman as if he was just breathing a sigh of relief.
"Ok, congratulations you have a second chance Mr. Jack." Tonight somehow my price was opened very cheaply, I guess Mss. Parrish and Mrs. Morrison did it on purpose so that many would bid on me. I think they are starting to get annoyed with Mr. Richman. Even for Angela, the price was opened at forty thousand dollars, whereas myself was a hundred dollars.
We did not return to the waiting room, but after the auction, the man would come over to the woman of his choice and lead her out of the show room. I glanced at Richman who was reluctant to look at us as the driver reached out to me and I wrapped my hand around his arm. We went back to the room and the drama happened again. We sat in the room doing nothing, even this time without speaking.
"Do you know what Richman will do tomorrow?"
"I have no idea." The man shook his head.
"Today we may succeed, but tomorrow, I don't know what Mss. Parrish will do to me." I hugged myself.
"He's trying to negotiate to make up for you."
"How much did he spend?" I asked, feeling hurt. He should not have let himself be sucked by Mrs. Morrison in that way.
"Lastly Mrs. Morrison asked for ten million dollars." I swallowed hard.
"Tell your boss to let me go."
"I can't do it, because I don't have the right to."
"Is your boss too stupid that he doesn't even know that he's being used by two greedy ledies?!" I said annoyed.
"Don't say carelessly, he really cares about you, young lady."
If your boss isn't stupid, then why would he want to comply with the demands of the two greedy ladies?
"For your sake." He said in a low voice and it left me speechless for a few moments. I felt like crying when I realized that someone was so crazy they gave up so much money for me, to save me.
But a moment later I realized I wasn't worthy of all Richman's sacrifice for me "I'm not worthy of any of it. Tell him that he can even find hundreds of women who are much better than me out there. A woman who is more respectable and less complicated in life. I'm just an ordinary girl with a terrible and complicated life, tell him to let me go. "
"I can't say anything, miss, it's all in his head, and only he knows what he's doing."
An hour to twenty minutes and we decided to leave the room. I walked towards the wardrobe and the wardrobe staff named Isabell looked at me.
"You're neat after an hour of wrestling with strange men." She teasing and I just stared at her without answering.
"Maybe you just stared at each other, or maybe the guy was impotent, so he didn't touch you at all." She giggled as if she was teasing me and it pissed me off .
"I think you're starting to break the ethics, if you really want to come down and do the Show, I can tell Mss. Parish to recruit you or move you from the wardrobe." I finished my sentence and Isabelle closed her mouth for good at least until I came out of the wardrobe room.
***
I rushed out of the wardrobe room hoping to find Carmen, to borrow her cell phone. But I was surprised because Carmen was not in the room. Our room was clean and left only my things.
What happened to Carmen?
I feel something strange, since my debut until today, it seems Mrs. Morrison and Mss. Parish was trying to use me to blackmail Richman because they knew Richman wanted me so badly. They must also know that Jack is Richman's driver, and all that happened to me was a plan that made by Mss. Morrison and Mss. Parish for money. And now they leave me in the room alone, They also take the only friend I have. I feel completely alone and down.
"You can't stay still. Bell." I'm talking to myself.
I intend to seek justice. But I don't know where to look for Mrs. Morrison because she's not seen at The Ritz every day, I haven't even seen her for a few days. And when I was passing through a room with the door half open, I saw Mss. Paris was standing with a cigarette lit, she seemed to enjoy sucking and puffing the thick smoke that rose in the air.
"Excuse me." I said politely while standing in the doorway, she was a little surprised to see me standing in front of her office this late.
"What do you do there?" She asked nervously. Why should he be nervous to see me?
"I want to meet Mrs. Morrison."
"She wasn't here until the beginning of the year."
"The beginning of the year?" I was clearly confused by that answer. It's still December and Mrs. Morrison won't arrive until the begining of the next year. Then all this mess was planned by this woman standing before me? What about the blackmail done on Richman, was that also her initiative?
"Okay, I'll talk to you if Mrs. Morrison wasn't here " I said.
"What do you want?"
"I just want to know, why are my prices so low today?" I asked firmly and she answered casually after putting down his cell phone and walking towards his chair, we were even still standing quite a distance away.
"It's a marketing mechanism. Sometimes you get a good price, sometimes you don't. That's all." Her answer and I couldn't accept that answer as a reasonable answer.
"But not that low."
"You know, even the Queen of this place was once earned for just 10 dollars. And that's gambling, that's how we keep our customers. And you're already attached to us, so whatever it is, you have to be prepared with the consequences." She said and I took a deep breath.
"I want to quit." Of course I want to stop before my girl is exchanged for 10 USD.
"Are you kidding?" Expression of Mss. Parish was really annoyed when I heard me say that I wanted to stop.
"You know how much we've invested in making you look beautiful and worthy enough to be considered the girls of this place."
"And have you forgotten how many million dollars I made? Even in my first show?" I really found extraordinary courage, though I also don't know where that courage came from.
"Shut your mouth, and go back to the room. I don't want to hear your babbling in the middle of the night."
I didn't find any solutions. And somehow I feel like she's hiding a grudge against me for reasons that I don't understand. As long as I'm in this place I always try to be nice to anyone including her, but from the begining she doesn't seem to like me. There must be a reason behind all this, but I don't want to find out. All I have to do now is get out of here before that woman gets even crazier with her hatred for me.
I walked to my room, and opened my wardrobe. I found a small duffel bag. I opened the ziper and put in a few pieces of clothing and the cash I made while I was working here. I have no other choice but to run away from this place.
And the best time to leave this place is now, when the guests have started to leave and tonight's final show is over. Lots of people passing by and no one realizes who I am, maybe people will think I'm someone in the wardrobe or cleaning services.
I dropped my bag with a long rope and when the bag was at the bottom, I cut the string. After that I left the room with a white shirt and jeans, clothes that are usually worn by cleaning services in this place.
The white T-shirt was pasted with a nameplate, but to disguise it, I pinned a box that resembled a name tag. I walked fast and it seemed like nobody cared about me, because actually no one here cared about other people.
I rushed out the back door and took my bag and opened the back door where the cleaning service dumps the trash. The door wasn't locked until around three in the morning and luckily I was still able to get out.
I crawled into the silence of the night, hoping not to run into the bandits who would tear me apart with their anger. Like a hungry dog waiting for breadcrumbs from its back.
Inside the luxurious building, women are trafficked at fantastic prices by the super rich, or you could say jetset, while behind the buildings, slums and bandits roam.
My steps stopped when I saw the shadow of three men in the distance. It's past my history, all I can do is hope they don't have time to look at me and turn around and hide in the dark of night.
My steps stopped when I saw the shadow of three men in the distance. It's past my history, all I can do is hope they don't have time to look at me and turn around and hide in the dark of night. Or if they see me, then the only hope of life is to go back to that super luxury brothel and rot in there as a prostitute.
I had walked as fast as I could, creeping through the dark gaps to remain invisible and seemingly pointless, they were chasing me and speeding up, but I didn't want to die in that filthy place a slave to lust. I had to run as hard as I could on the highway and find a taxi. I run faster, I was too scared that all I thought at the time was running as hard as I could. When I saw there was a bright light a few meters ahead of me, I was sure it was a highway. At that time my focus was only running towards the light until I didn't realize that a car was coming towards me so fast.
All I saw was blinding lights and honking sounds and the collision of hard objects that made me not clearly feel what was happening other than nothing. I don't feel anything anymore, nor do I know if the men are still chasing me or not. If this peace is death, then I think it will be better than anything I have ever felt in the living world.