“Sitting on the throne of heaven, King of kings, the most merciful Lord, my God, the only one who loves me the most, I thank you for giving me the opportunity to see this day today. Therefore, I pray to you that your name may be considered holy, your kingdom may come. Just as your wish is fulfilled in heaven, so shall it be on earth. Today, give us our whole day’s bread and not bring us to the test, but keep us safe from evil. And if I have committed any offence, by mistake or intentionally, then forgive my offences.”
Tears started flowing from her eyes as soon as she said this. Very slowly, those pearl droplets peeking out from her closed eyes come out. Her eyelashes wetted, cheeks burning through those hot tears because her morning seemed to pass like this. She did not want such a morning in which she had to cry at the beginning of the day.
“Because might, kingdom and glory are always under your control, Amen.” She sighed and opened her eyes slowly. She gulped down her lump which formed due to that sadness.
The sunlight passing through the curtains on the window, reaching her room, entered her eyes. Her eyes shone like honey added to her beauty as it only enhanced. She folded the mattress before putting it under the bed.
Wiping her tears, she then pushed the curtains ahead and walked towards the terrace side of her room. The sweet light of the scorching sun entered her eyes and on seeing this, her eyes closed automatically. The sunlight was very strong.
Coming out, she saw that the weather was clear and shining as beautiful as ever. In the blue sky, the immortal sun was shining in its radiance. Its blazing light and tremendous heat was spreading warmth throughout the atmosphere.
She raised his neck towards the sky so that she could have a look at the sun. But can one see that proud sun with open eyes? No. The same happened with her.
Her eyes formed tears as soon as she looked up, challenging the bright light. She giggled at her childishness. Uff! When will you grow up, Hazel? Her subconscious mocked her.
She rubbed her eyes gently. Those wet eyelashes tickled her skin and more water spilled out of her eyes. Once she was done with it, she sighed and looked down through the railing. She found a man flirting with the girl of this mansion—in which she lived.
He was a new customer for that woman who could pay a very good amount for her. But for Hazel, he is no less than a demon.
The name of the girl who went with him was Alisha. She was one of the graceful dancers here. Her mannerisms charm every man. Every man runs after her like a dog. She was a bold seductress and Eliseva was impressed by her. The man who came to her would have tormented for her again and again. The dream of spending a night with her bothered every man but her cost was going to make everyone cry. One night with her worthed thousand dollars and Eliseva earned a good amount through her.
She saw that the man again went after her like a dog, waving his tail. He was going to her room.
Hazel sighed. It was not new for her to see such things every morning. She lived in such a place where every moment a woman’s body was sold for the satisfaction of a man. And every time she used to pray that her turn should not come in all this.
“Hazel!” She heard a voice calling her name. That person was not only calling her name but was also knocking on her door. She went to the door and opened the door. In front stood Irene, her good friend.
She also lived with her in this luxurious mansion, along with other girls. She was three years older than Hazel and was also familiar with the work going on inside the mansion. A place which was beautiful and delightful to look at. Whose glare attracts the wandering unhappy men towards itself. And its dazzling blindness blinds the people even before they can see the sins hidden in this mansion.
“Rise and shine, Haze!” Irene chirped like always.
“Morning,” Hazel said with a smile. “What brought you here, Ire?” She asked, arching her brow and wondering why she was here in the early morning.
“Eli is calling you down. Come quickly. She has something to tell, okay?” Hazel’s smile was snatched from her mere words. What can Eliseva have to do with her in the morning?
“Haze, behave properly in front of Eli and please call her Eli, you know she gets impressed when we call her Eli.” Irene patted her shoulders, giving her an assuring smile because Hazel looked scared all of a sudden.
But no matter what happens, she did not want to use her nickname to impress her. Why would she impress that cruel lady? She brutally sells every woman. Who would want to impress such a woman? Sinful woman. It is better to stay away from her.
And Hazel has seen her cruelty. When she was brought here at the age of eight, Eliseva could not hide her cruelty due to Hazel’s disobedience. She was not ready to live in this brothel but Eliseva’s punishments and passing time taught her many things.
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“Eliseva, did you call for me?” She asked, standing on the door of her room. The door was open so she questioned Eliseeva from a distance. She used to keep a distance from Eliseva for not calling any punishment on her side.
Eliseva’s jaw clenched, hearing her full name through Hazel. Eliseva asked everyone to use her nickname but there was only one Hazel who used her full name. She had no intention of impressing Eliseva at all.
The women here consider Eliseva to be God because she used to give bread, clothes and shelter to the illiterate and orphan girls. But in return she earns money from their body. What is in it like a god? God never earns money through his people. And if we talk about bread, cloth and house, then it is only God’s gift. Who is the person to give all this?
“Hazel, pride of my mansion! I am pleased to see you. Good morning, how did you sleep, huh?”
Honey was dripping from her tongue but alas, the honey was mixed with sugar. Something fake and indigestible.
“Come here, we’ve got a big deal and I want to go there and take care of my customers, as we know how beautiful you are…” she threw a fake smile in her direction. Like always!
“Right, Rabiya?” She looked to her right and Hazel silently followed her gaze, only to find Rabiya sitting on one of the chairs in the room and smirking at her. She always smirked whenever she looked at Hazel because for her, Hazel was naive and probably an innocent lamb who could be anyone’s sacrifice.
“Of course, Eli!” She chirped, grinning at Hazel.
“Come here,” Eliseva callee Hazel curtly. Suddenly that soft look flew away. Hazel nodded and entered her room which was delighted with warm lights.
She stood in front of Eliseva but surprisingly, Rabiya grabbed her shoulders and pulled her on a chair, earning a gasp from Hazel. That was unexpected! She thought Rabiya was pushing on the ground.
Rabiya smirked, seeing Hazel. She loved annoying her.
“Listen to me now carefully Hazel, the guests are really important to me. He’s one of the most successful lawyers in America. People lick his feet for his support. If he gets impressed by you, then we can get some of his support. The man is a really nice man but dominating. He holds right and wrong in his almighty hands so be careful around him!”
Hazel frowned, “Am I the only one going?” was the first question that itched her mind.
“No way! I can never believe you. What if you run away? That’s why Isabella, Aalya, Zoya, Mishal, Rukaiya, Sophia and Rabiya, all are going with you. All are new to him.”
“So what’s the point of sending me with all of them? I’m not a good seductress like Rabiya…” She sighed, her voice turning heavier when she remembered Eliseva insulting her because of being religious all the time. She continued nonetheless, “who can fascinate him. You yourself say that I’m of no use to you.”
Eliseva huffed, grabbing her hips. She raised her eyes at Rabiya behind her. Her brows corrugated in defeat but Hazel knew the lady was showing only a fake sadness. Hazel was well aware of her sharp mind and reasoning.
“What’s your age, Hazel?” Rabiya inquired from behind.
“Seventeen,” she answered in a low voice.
“Exactly! Younger than you have no experience now. You are the youngest among us. I don’t want to say but you’re the most beautiful also and your dance is really graceful which’s useless, that’s why Eli wants to send you!”
And now the realization hit Hazel. Eliseva was sending her to those men there not to entertain them with her graceful belly dance but to satisfy them with her untouched body.
“You.. you want me to s-sleep with—,” “Oh course, we do! And you fucking have to do it!” Rabiya yelled from behind, suddenly interrupting Hazel so her points could not save her from tonight’s event. She truly wanted Hazel to lose her virginity which she considered her gem. Hazel frowned upon listening to Rabiya’s bullshit. “But… this is wrong! I’m...I’m not even eighteen,” she fisted and got up from the chair, staring unexpectedly at Eliseva standing in her front. Both of them rolled their eyes as if nothing affected them. They were well aware of this illegal thing yet they decided to send Hazel with the others. All of them were older enough to obey Eliseva but Hazel? She was just seventeen. And it was not at all that Hazel was upset because of her age. Till now, it was her age that prevented Eliseva from committing any sin. But today she was ready to cross every limit. Earlier she forcibly kept Hazel here and now she was forcibly forcing her to do such a filthy thing due to which
The girls came inside, being eyed by the men. None of them looked hungry and lustful but patient. Seeing them, it did not seem for a moment that they would all be waiting for them like a hungry wolf. No, they looked perfectly decent. But they could not judge anyone through their looks. If they had really been decent, they would not have invited the brothel girls there. “What about the girls standing outside?” A man asked, peeping out through the half opened door. His eyes squinted as he saw two girls talking something with each other. “Sir, they’re discussing something.” The bodyguard told him straight, earning a straight nod from the man. “It’s okay, Vince!” Another man uttered—owner of this house. He was drunk but he looked perfectly fine. He smirked, adding, “You’re good at your job. You can choose anyone as a bonus.” He wriggled his brows, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Thank you, Sir, but I don’t want to cheat on my wife.” “Whoa!” The men around reacted so loudly, their dee
“Aren’t you here because I should do whatever comes to my mind with you?” He asked her, not showing his annoyance. He did not even look annoyed. It was just he wanted to confirm her and listening to her was the most important before doing anything and then regretting after. He did not want to make any mistake, especially when he could see she looked too young for such things. He literally could see her through her makeup and guess she was young. Younger than the women around her. “I-I’m… please… sorry,” come hell or high water, she managed to form the words. She was so drowned in fear that she could not even speak to him. The expected result of putting forward her point was giving her goosebumps. Eliseva had said not to do any such nonsense that would make the man do very bad things to her. Things like rape. But she also found it necessary to keep her word. Because she wanted the man to stop and have mercy on her. Anyway, no one gets anything without trying. Who knows that the man s
Straightening her wavy long brunette hair, she kept thinking about last night. He really did nothing to her. He let her sleep in that cozy large sized bed and did not even touch her. The thing surprised her. A lot! When she awoke, she found the room was empty. She was alone from there and the man who was with her last night was not there. Well it was a thing to celebrate because he was her fear. Leaving a yawn, she got up from the bed and got out of bed. Without hesitation, she wanted to leave the room first, as she was looking for her scarf which she had to wear over her head and pray because she remembered Rukaiya threw it in the corridor. And a morning grace was her habit which she could never lose. When she came out of the room, the door of the front room also opened at the same moment. A young man came out of that room whose beauty was just like the rest of the men there. Incredible and beautiful. He was ruffling his hair and stopped the moment he spotted her standing on the
Returning back to Eliseva’s mansion, Eliseva could not help but walk on air upon seeing Hazel and hug her. Tightly. It was imperative for her to be happy to see Hazel because she only got to hear Hazel’s praises from the party she had gone to last night. She knew that Hazel’s beauty would entice everyone there. She had also seen purple marks on her neck and shoulder which anyone could understand what happened last night. It was also necessary to drag Hazel under suspicion for a moment by Eliseva, because she had thought that Hazel would do some work that would embarrass her in front of her customers. But nothing like that happened. Eliseva was loving Hazel as her own daughter without giving any reason behind it. She was pouring honey with her bitter tongue, pampering Hazel like her own daughter. And all this surprised Hazel. It was also bound to be surprising because Eliseva had never treated her so sweetly. But Hazel did not declare Eliseva as her goddess like the rest of the girl
“Haze, why are you like this, huh? You should be happy that Mr. Da’ud is coming to spend another night with you! Dance with me because every woman dreams of that man!” Mayuri’s voice echoed in the room. There was a lot of curiosity in her voice. The glow of her ecstasy as if lit up the room. She looked down at Hazel, the brush between her fingers caressing Hazel’s cheek delicately. She frowned when Hazel did not answer her. She was not in the mood to participate in Mayuri’s excitement. “Haze!” Mayuri yelled. Hazel hissed, eyes closing automatically. Mayuri’s voice could bleed anyone’s ears. “What, Mayuri?” Hazel asked, ignoring her death glares. “Do you know what power the Da’ud family holds?” Hazel denied. She had no idea and no interest in knowing about the Da’ud family. On one side was Mayuri who was shining and thundering like lightning, and on the other was Hazel who was drowning in anxiety. She was upset, did not know what work Christian had tonight, and that he wanted to m
Her face was completely soaked in tears. Some droplets of those fat tears settled on her eyelashes but without caring about that, she just took deep breaths when he left her. Her scalps were burning because of the force he used. He was angry. So angry that he had to control himself from doing something worse to her. She could not even stop him. She even tried to stop him with her hands but his force was not worth breaking. His strength was more than her. He was cruel! “I knew that.” She looked up at him, eyes widened at what he just said. “I knew this would be the reason, so I figured everything out in my own way. How do you like that?” He was amused by this all. Her situation seemed to entertain him and the thing that hurt her the most—becoming a way of entertainment for others. Her head lowered in shame and all she wanted to do was to bury herself in the ground. There was no use for her to lie. He caught her easily and even punished her for that. Please, stop this all. She cried
The sound of thunder echoed. The water started falling heavily on the ground. As if the fat and aggressive drops were their anger pouring out on the earth. A bolt of long lightning flashed in the dark sky and the clouds roared angrily once again. The sound of the droplets hitting the ground intensified, and struck the ears of Christian in the room, who was being sinful inside. The angry wind blowing outside was now banging on the solid doors of her room as if trying to break in, but the protectiveness of those doors did not allow them. He realized that it was raining but it did not make any sense to him. He caressed the girl’s waist who was trembling beneath him, without paying attention to what was happening outside. Her curves were soft and deep. Her skin was smooth and felt wonderful against his rough wide palm. It was as if cream was crawling down his skin, giving him a kind of satisfaction. The hotness of her skin was a cherry on top. He was mesmerized by the touch of her ski