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“Twenty grands at the end of the month?” Debbie blurts. “You’re better off dead, woman.”
I ignore her pessimism and look at Ronda. I'm not stupid not knowing about Ronda's other business. She has a sugar daddy or something. The gold necklace she wears is expensive for someone who works as a clerk in a flower shop. Ronda always stays late a few days a week. I saw her get in a fancy car, and she comes home very late at night. If it isn't a sugar daddy, she’s got something going on – something that can get what I need at the end of the month.
Ronda pulls me to her room and glares at me. “If you’re thinking of blackmailing me, don’t!”
"I'm not. I just want you to hook me up with what you got going on," I sound so desperate, but Ronda replies by shaking her head. I hold her hands and almost kneel to her as I say, "I just need to pay off Devon."
“Stupid girl!” Ronda pushes a finger in my head. “I’ll help you hook up with what I got, but here’s what you’ll do. You take that money and run away from here. That money can get you to another continent. I doubt if Devon and Nicholas will still follow you.”
Ronda’s words slap me out of my stupidity. She is right. I need to run away from here – from everyone. Somewhere they can't find me. I nod and tell her, “I’ll do anything for my baby to be safe.”
“There is still something you need to know,” I gulp hard as Ronda confesses her secret. She’s a slave. But the way I see it, she’s a prostitute. “It’s not prostitution. It’s submission. And not everyone can deal with it.”
Ronda gets paid by a "dominant" who inflicts pain and uses her like an animal or a slave. How can a woman accept such violence? I cut off Nicholas's penis because he did something horrible to me. I can't let someone hurt me and feel pleasure...
The memory of that curly blond man returns to me again. He hurt me, but till this day, part of me feels the pleasure of his huge, hard cock ramming me like I was an animal. I feel like vomiting because of my shameless thoughts about a man who ravaged me.
“Sometimes pain can feel great,” Ronda tells me. “Some of us are born to adapt to pleasurable pain. If you want what I have going on, Ally, you need to learn to love pain. Or at least, pretend that you do.”
Ronda informs me that there is a secret high-end club looking for new slaves. They will pay three grand for two weeks of training. Once chosen, they will give another two grands. I'll earn the rest by myself. The higher my value is, the more offers I can get.
“I can pull something and make you an exclusive slave to someone I know,” I look at Ronda. She explains that it’ll pay better and will have more perks. “Some dominant can give you protection, too. You don’t have to be good. I’ll take care of everything.”
My eyebrows curve as I become suspicious of Ronda. How can I be an exclusive slave to someone when I’m inexperienced? Allyson! I’m not going to be a slave! Christian cries from the other room after I make my conviction. His cries strike me with guilt. His safety and future are at stake.
“Kelly is going to Las Vegas for about two weeks. I’ll be in charge of the shop until her return. I can let you off a few hours earlier to attend this audition,” Ronda pushes her finger in my temple. “Don’t screw this up, Kelly. You need to pull this through.”
I've been raped and hurt. Both are worse than being a slave. If I have to pretend that I love pain for the sake of my son, I will.
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