Fan Fiction ❯ The Railway ❯ Unexpected client ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Deathstra 
We'll you've been chased and shot and humiliated...what could I make you go through now!?
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Drama | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 12.01.2005 | Updated On: 12.01.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 118 | Status: Completed
We'll you've been chased and shot and humiliated...what could I make you go through now!?
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Drama | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 12.01.2005 | Updated On: 12.01.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 118 | Status: Completed
Chapter 2
Unexpected client
...............................................
The car stops with a jerk, waking you up from your trance like state. You look at the red brick building and make a grimace - there aren't enough foul words in the world to describe this dump.
He steps out of the car and pulls open the door, dragging you out. “You have your client in half an hour, get cleaned up!” you snort and look at your shoulder, and your blood soaked clothes. “I still have to!? You frinkn' shot me!!!”
He smirks and slides his hand up your inner thigh and whispers into your ear: “I might have, but not the part that earns money.”
Feeling nauseous, you struggle and flinch - you hated how men kept touching you. How they mocked, how they toyed around and most of all, you hated how they lived out their perverse fantasies on you...
Each time, with each client, you wished you only had a gun. To either end your miserable life, of one of theirs...who'd miss them anyway? Their wives? Hard to believe, most of the clients were married men...that someone actually love(d) them.
..............................................
The man chuckles and cups your cheek “You're so cute!”. You spit on his face and furiously glare at him “Drop dead!” He shakes his head, wiping away the saliva, and slaps you hard across your cheek, leaving a raw stinging mark. “You've been here so long, and you're still as wild as ever.”
You don't say anything and only try to wiggle out of his grip, but he only twists your wrists, making you scream out in agony. “Stop fighting. There's no escape. Where would you run anyway? Home???”
You stop and lower your head. Right, were WOULD you run? You don't even have a single clue which direction “home” is.
...................................................
You flickered your eyes wide open and looked around “Rise and shine sweetie!” mock-cheered a familiar voice. You turned and saw the man, you followed the other day (and the one who kidnapped you). Or was it a few hours ago? How long have you been out cold?!?
“Where am I!?” you asked. “Your new home.” Answered the man, smiling, and then left.
You guessed only ten minutes had passed, when another man came to the room.
He looked at you from top to bottom and smirked “Precious...so innocent...” he purred and then walked towards you. You squeaked and backed against the wall. But he proved to be faster, and grabbed you, tossing you to the huge bed and holding you down.
“NoooOOOOOoooo!!!!!!!!!!! Please stop!!!!!!!!!” you cried out, hoping your scream will echo to someone's ears...someone's...anyone's...
“Hush. No one will hear you...We're alone and have plenty of time to play.”
You gasped, realising what's going to happen, and what you got yourself into. You let out a bloodcurdling scream and started to kick, punch, bite and scratch the man. But everything you tried only seemed to amuse him.
He grinned and licked his lips, taking your wrists and holding them above your head.
................................................
You are now sitting in your “work room” trying to imagine what will your next client look like. Will he be ugly? Will he be married? Does he have any daughters???
You let out a sigh and look out the grated window.
It's already dawning...
................................................
< font color="black">No matter how hard you tried to free yourself, no matter how much you struggled - he was stronger and determined...
In a few hours, but what seemed to be eternity to you, it was over. You cried - Yep, that's how you had always imagined you'd lose it - to some random stranger...
You lay in the blood soaked bed, staring blankly at the ceiling and letting the tears roll *They will come...any second now...they will get me out of here...* you said in your head over and over again, too exhausted to speak aloud. You tried to raise your body, but your shakily hands provided no support and you fell back.
But you tried again, and again...and again...until you collapsed.
.................................................
Th e door opens and from behind it steps out a guy, not much older than you.
You let out a sigh, and lye down onto the bed, looking at the ceiling and becoming practically numb.
But nothing happens and you sit up, eyeing him curiously. You've learned not to talk to your clients, and it was against the rules anyway. But he just stares at you, making you feel really uncomfortable.
Finally you snap and ask: “What?!” “You're hurt...” whispers the guy quietly. You snort: “Whatever, just do whatever you like, and money can be paid outside to the manager, if you haven't paid yet. I don't massage, nor do lap dances for the money you've already paid, they cost extra, about $ -“ but you're interrupted as he walks to you, and touches your shoulder.
You squeak and jump up, glaring and hissing at him like a cat. “What the hell do you think you're doing!?!?” “Relax...and come here.” Orders the guy. You narrow your eyes “No! You're only suppose to have sex with me, and not talk nor do anything like this!”
He smiles, realising something, and says: “Well, when I paid they said I can do whatever I like, all I have to do is tell you my wish and you must obey me. Or they give me my money back.”
You curse - he's right. And although you'd rather kick him out and let him get his money back, then sadly you also know how your boss will react to this. And you've already been shot; so getting beaten doesn't sound so good.
“Now come here.” He commands, making you mutter something under your breath and then walk in front of him. The guy gets up and pushes you to sit on the bed “Hey!” you complain, but he gives you an annoyed look and you close your mouth.
He gently pulls away the shirt and reveals your injured shoulder. Carefully he lets his fingers trace the bullet hole,
And suddenly he holds you tighter and without any warning - thrusts his fingers inside the wound, causing you to let out a muffled scream, before he places his hand on your mouth. You flinch and tears begin to roll down your cheek, but the next second he takes out the bullet and throws it away.
Fear rises inside of you, as you look at his calm and relaxed face. He smiles and then lets go of you “Stop crying, it wasn't THAT painful.”
You're completely paralysed...not even capable of screaming.
He cups your cheek and moves closer to your face, making you look at him with even more fear. “Now, I want something in return...” he says, with a deadly glimpse playing in his eyes.
................................... ......
A/N: See, what did I tell you, I get reviews, and the story will be continued, however, I already got a little message, asking me if this is a reality-non-fantasy story, then the answer's - NO. It would be boring to write about normal things...I just haven't got to the fun part yet.
Sorry to those who thought I'm going to write a non-fantasy story...
The more reviews I get, the faster I'll write...
Unexpected client
...............................................
The car stops with a jerk, waking you up from your trance like state. You look at the red brick building and make a grimace - there aren't enough foul words in the world to describe this dump.
He steps out of the car and pulls open the door, dragging you out. “You have your client in half an hour, get cleaned up!” you snort and look at your shoulder, and your blood soaked clothes. “I still have to!? You frinkn' shot me!!!”
He smirks and slides his hand up your inner thigh and whispers into your ear: “I might have, but not the part that earns money.”
Feeling nauseous, you struggle and flinch - you hated how men kept touching you. How they mocked, how they toyed around and most of all, you hated how they lived out their perverse fantasies on you...
Each time, with each client, you wished you only had a gun. To either end your miserable life, of one of theirs...who'd miss them anyway? Their wives? Hard to believe, most of the clients were married men...that someone actually love(d) them.
..............................................
The man chuckles and cups your cheek “You're so cute!”. You spit on his face and furiously glare at him “Drop dead!” He shakes his head, wiping away the saliva, and slaps you hard across your cheek, leaving a raw stinging mark. “You've been here so long, and you're still as wild as ever.”
You don't say anything and only try to wiggle out of his grip, but he only twists your wrists, making you scream out in agony. “Stop fighting. There's no escape. Where would you run anyway? Home???”
You stop and lower your head. Right, were WOULD you run? You don't even have a single clue which direction “home” is.
...................................................
You flickered your eyes wide open and looked around “Rise and shine sweetie!” mock-cheered a familiar voice. You turned and saw the man, you followed the other day (and the one who kidnapped you). Or was it a few hours ago? How long have you been out cold?!?
“Where am I!?” you asked. “Your new home.” Answered the man, smiling, and then left.
You guessed only ten minutes had passed, when another man came to the room.
He looked at you from top to bottom and smirked “Precious...so innocent...” he purred and then walked towards you. You squeaked and backed against the wall. But he proved to be faster, and grabbed you, tossing you to the huge bed and holding you down.
“NoooOOOOOoooo!!!!!!!!!!! Please stop!!!!!!!!!” you cried out, hoping your scream will echo to someone's ears...someone's...anyone's...
“Hush. No one will hear you...We're alone and have plenty of time to play.”
You gasped, realising what's going to happen, and what you got yourself into. You let out a bloodcurdling scream and started to kick, punch, bite and scratch the man. But everything you tried only seemed to amuse him.
He grinned and licked his lips, taking your wrists and holding them above your head.
................................................
You are now sitting in your “work room” trying to imagine what will your next client look like. Will he be ugly? Will he be married? Does he have any daughters???
You let out a sigh and look out the grated window.
It's already dawning...
................................................
< font color="black">No matter how hard you tried to free yourself, no matter how much you struggled - he was stronger and determined...
In a few hours, but what seemed to be eternity to you, it was over. You cried - Yep, that's how you had always imagined you'd lose it - to some random stranger...
You lay in the blood soaked bed, staring blankly at the ceiling and letting the tears roll *They will come...any second now...they will get me out of here...* you said in your head over and over again, too exhausted to speak aloud. You tried to raise your body, but your shakily hands provided no support and you fell back.
But you tried again, and again...and again...until you collapsed.
.................................................
Th e door opens and from behind it steps out a guy, not much older than you.
You let out a sigh, and lye down onto the bed, looking at the ceiling and becoming practically numb.
But nothing happens and you sit up, eyeing him curiously. You've learned not to talk to your clients, and it was against the rules anyway. But he just stares at you, making you feel really uncomfortable.
Finally you snap and ask: “What?!” “You're hurt...” whispers the guy quietly. You snort: “Whatever, just do whatever you like, and money can be paid outside to the manager, if you haven't paid yet. I don't massage, nor do lap dances for the money you've already paid, they cost extra, about $ -“ but you're interrupted as he walks to you, and touches your shoulder.
You squeak and jump up, glaring and hissing at him like a cat. “What the hell do you think you're doing!?!?” “Relax...and come here.” Orders the guy. You narrow your eyes “No! You're only suppose to have sex with me, and not talk nor do anything like this!”
He smiles, realising something, and says: “Well, when I paid they said I can do whatever I like, all I have to do is tell you my wish and you must obey me. Or they give me my money back.”
You curse - he's right. And although you'd rather kick him out and let him get his money back, then sadly you also know how your boss will react to this. And you've already been shot; so getting beaten doesn't sound so good.
“Now come here.” He commands, making you mutter something under your breath and then walk in front of him. The guy gets up and pushes you to sit on the bed “Hey!” you complain, but he gives you an annoyed look and you close your mouth.
He gently pulls away the shirt and reveals your injured shoulder. Carefully he lets his fingers trace the bullet hole,
And suddenly he holds you tighter and without any warning - thrusts his fingers inside the wound, causing you to let out a muffled scream, before he places his hand on your mouth. You flinch and tears begin to roll down your cheek, but the next second he takes out the bullet and throws it away.
Fear rises inside of you, as you look at his calm and relaxed face. He smiles and then lets go of you “Stop crying, it wasn't THAT painful.”
You're completely paralysed...not even capable of screaming.
He cups your cheek and moves closer to your face, making you look at him with even more fear. “Now, I want something in return...” he says, with a deadly glimpse playing in his eyes.
................................... ......
A/N: See, what did I tell you, I get reviews, and the story will be continued, however, I already got a little message, asking me if this is a reality-non-fantasy story, then the answer's - NO. It would be boring to write about normal things...I just haven't got to the fun part yet.
Sorry to those who thought I'm going to write a non-fantasy story...
The more reviews I get, the faster I'll write...