Nadine’s POV
I've lost track of how many days it's been since I was imprisoned in the Clayton mansion.
No phone, no internet, no escape.
Every time I opened my eyes, Clayton's evil collection in the secret room flaunted at me.
They were the tools Clayton used to dominate me, and I was just his sex slave.
A voice inside me argues against me, am I just used to his cock and these horrible sex toys? Was I just craving all this sex that was bringing me to the edge of death? Was I more nasty and dirty than Clayton?
"Kitty, don't you dare go off in front of me. I said, spread your legs." He ordered and pulled out his cock.
I tried to move away, but he pushed me back down on the bed again. I crawled backwards and landed hard on my back.
"I said spread your legs!" He yelled.
"I-I'm not ready," I said with difficulty.
"Ready?" He said, his eyebrows arched." Who the fuck cares about that?" I wanted to say something, but my mouth had suddenly gone dry, and the words remained stuck in my throat.
He climbed onto the bed with his knee and pried my legs apart. Harshly, he tore off my thong, and I saw a lecherous smile spread on his face as he gawked at my genitalia. He slipped a condom over his erection and tapped my genitalia with his sheathed penis.
"This is going to be fun," he grinned evilly, and my heart dropped.
Flashback
I shut my eyes for the second time since the call began.
My phone was placed on the kitchen counter, while I used a knife on some vegetables. Preparing dinner just before my shift had to be the most aggravating thing ever.
"You know what?" Naomi said. "Clayton Rocco, the fucking rich business mogul booked the VIP room for today!"
"Shit. Just a minute!"
I stood on my toes and tried to reach for the jam on top of the shelf. It's all I can afford, and when you have to pay $10,000 a month to a hospital, you'll break every penny up and use it just like I do.
"Are you even listening to me?" Naomi asked.
"Of course, I am!" I yelled from where I stood.
"Just do your thing, and I'll see you later at work."
The call ended before I could say anything else, and I exhaled audibly. There was so much to do and very little time.
Naomi knew how occupied I was, so she kept her stories for later. I have no idea what exactly she wanted to say, but I knew it had to be one of her club stories.
Despite not being able to stand people, Naomi is the closest person to me. She makes my stay at the club bearable and less stressful.
I wouldn't say she's my best friend cause the word feels weird. I'll say she's the closest person to me after my sister, Anna.
I've only had this job for a couple weeks and I can't afford to lose it. It's annoying, some drunken customers and flirty talk.
But there aren't many options for night time work. The manager offers an attractive salary, and I can get some extra money for my "wits".
I needed a lot of money. The cost of my younger sister's operation was resting on my shoulders, the only family I had. I would do anything for her.
I grabbed my usual T-shirt from the wardrobe and jumped up while wearing my skinny jeans.
Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I turned slightly to the left and packed my hair into a ponytail.
My hazel eyes looked beautiful as always, but I needed to get the perfect look.
There was nothing more perfect than owning an eyeliner and being able to use it whenever.
I lined my eyes carefully till I got the desired arc. My mouth opened slightly, and I used my fingers to clean the excesses.
"Don't ruin this," I told myself and used a wipe instead.
The phone rings. I throw down the eyeliner, not caring about the funny tracks it leaves on my cheeks.
I hurriedly grabbed it from the table. It was a call from the hospital. I ran to the rooftop to make sure Anna in the bedroom wouldn't hear our conversation. I didn't want her to experience another disappointment until I was sure if the news was good or bad.
"Nadine, this is Brown." The delighted voice of Anna's doctor in charge came over the phone. "We finally have Anna's fit heart!"
I almost jumped out of my skin. The right heart! We've been waiting for almost two years. I clutched my cell phone so tightly I couldn't make a sound. Tears were falling without control.
"Nadine, are you listening?"
I tried to make a sound, but choked. "Than... Thank you, Dr. Brown."
"I'm happy for you, but you need to raise a hundred thousand dollars as soon as possible. This money is paid to the donor's family. When the one hundred thousand dollars is received, we will schedule surgery for Anna."
One hundred thousand dollars! I have 30,000 dollars, where am I going to earn the remaining 70,000 dollars?
[Clayton Rocco, the fucking rich business mogul booked the VIP room for today!]
"I'll be at the hospital tomorrow morning to pay the bill." I hung up the phone, determined to do the riskiest thing possible.
I wouldn't let my younger sister die without money. I would do anything for my only family.
