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"you were great out there" Cassy smiled, putting on her red lip stick. Aara could not quite understand why Cassy was so happy in this slave establishment. Did she not feel bad about being a prostitute in a slave establishment? Because she remembered clearly that they were brought together when they were both fourteen.
"you seem happy being here, Cassy"
Cassy sighed, smiling bitterly. "well as much as I would hate to admit, I would still have to admit that life here is way better than my previous life…and plus, I get to have three meals a day"
Aara smiled, watching her friend leave for her own performance 'Lucky you…' It was not as easy as how Cassy saw it. Life here was hell and Georgia made that hell burn harder for her and the other female slaves who had come from rich families.
Aara walked down the halls of Spades. It was a very big establishment with more than a thousand rooms for the slaves. When these rooms were filled up, more than hundred slaves would be sold for more to come in. This trade has kept Spades running for so long and they gained so much profit from it. Seeing the guards, Aara kept her head low, finally reaching her room. She knew this would be the first place Georgia would get into so she readied herself for the worst. Caning, burning, ice bath, all these things she was used to and wondered what Georgia would do this time.
Aara exhaled, adjusting on the hard floor. She wrapped her arms on her petite body. She loved being on the floor, as it was cool enough for her scars. "I will just sleep for one minute" Aara said as she closed her eyes when she felt burning hot water splash on her body. She hissed as her scars burnt badly. Looking up, she saw Georgia. Her innocent amber eyes welled with tears which she prayed won't betray her.
She immediately stood up, arranging her wet hair.
Aara slightly bowed seeing the mistress who gave her a tight slap. "How many times do i have to tell you to perform well...huh? All my money and resources has been wasted on that stupid dance you performed out there. Hasn't it?" Georgia tut her teeth.
"Why can't you just learn one or two from Cassy? Or no why can you not just be like her? You always act so stupid. You haven't even gotten any chores done and you come here to rest? What a fool. Get this place dried up and come over for dinner."
Aara bit her lower lip hard. she could not stand this dramatic mistress any longer but she dare not retaliate. "But...mistress...I-i had earned a lot of money. I got the highest amount of money..."
The mistress glared at Aara and slapped her across the face again. "Don't you ever speak to me like that. And yes...i do not want to see your shadow in the dining room too. What a filthy child"
The mistress scoffed and went out of the room, locking the door on her way. Aara bit her lip again. No...she would not cry. She shook her head and changed into the ragged gown provided to her by the establishment. She dried her hair and put it in a bun, cleaning the mess created by Georgia.
If not for her parent's selfish decisions, she would have been living happily with her family, her family that was now dead.
*Flashback*
It was a late afternoon and Aara was rushing to meet her father. She got in his study room but found him no where, so she decided to wait. She looked round the study room, flipped through pages of important documents and novels, when her eyes caught on something which had:
'AARALYN PENN' clearly written on it. She shook her head and did other things to distract herself from wanting to open the document while she waited for her father. Soon enough, her curiosity washed over her as her hands touched the documents. She had never been the nosy child but she was tired of waiting for her father and had nothing to do, and the fact that her name was written on it, increased the urge to check the contents of the document.
As she opened the document, what her eyes caught on first were three signatures, which were her parents signature without their names and an unknown man's signature.
She looked over to see 'Spades'
The document said that she was sold immediately she was born and would be taken at the age of twenty. Aara's eyes opened wide as she looked at the receipt and shook her head. This was not happening. She thought to herself.
"Spades..." She took her father's laptop and searched spades on the Internet and what she saw made her eyes almost bulge out. "A slave establishment of pros-"
"Aara dear" she heard her father call her. She turned to him with tears threatening to fall. She took every ounce of her self control not to slap her father on the face. She threw the documents to his face.
"What is this father?"
Her father looked at her with pleading eyes, making her more angry.
"Answer me!" She shouted and her mother came rushing in.
"Sweet heart what's wr-"
"Don't sweet heart me mum! You want to sell me? Am i just a pawn to you to get more money? Is the money you have not enough for you guys, huh?!. You all have been doing me a favour by letting me stay here. Why don't you just kill me instead?"
"You're seriously selling me off to a slave establishment of prostitutes?"
Her parents looked at each other. And when they said nothing, she scoffed.
"Tsk. You can all go fucking rot in hell" she tore the papers and stormed out of the house.
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Aaralyn sighed. It was the story she was made to believe by her aunt, Hazel. After leaving the house, she still had some doubts about her parents selling her but Hazel told her it was true and promised to buy her from the slave establishment. After she was brought to the slave establishment, Hazel did not make any single effort to buy her back even though they had all the money they could have.
When she cleaned the mess, she changed into the ragged gown provided to her by the establishment. She hugged her knees, feeling cold and hungry. How she wished she could somehow escape from this place and get her life back, but it was not as easy as it sounded as she had tried it countless times and faced severe consequences.
If she tried to escape again, who knew what the mistress would do to her this time, perhaps she could lock her in a room and give the guards full authority to hit her, or worse...the thing she had been protecting with her life ever since she came to Spades.
Her virginity.
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