I landed in Frankfurt from Munich. Munich is a city which is a central of sex workers where prostitution is legal and effortless. Though it made me happy that ladies like me could earn money without fear of getting caught by the cops, still I felt bad for not having any better options for earning.

It was the first time for me that I had been travelling somewhere out of Russia, in fact, I had hardly even explored or been around Russia before; only seen a few parts of it. Russia for me was like a cage where initially I was around people I loved more than my life, and then I was around people I loathed more than my life.

Don't ever try to fly or I'll cut your wings, my little birdy.

His memories floated in my mind again, triggering me, tormenting me and tarnishing my spirit. I distracted myself as I looked out of the window, letting the fresh air dominate the chaos in my mind.

Frankfurt, the city was an epitome of beauty and looked even more alluring at night. The tall buildings and world-class arcades looked so enchanting in scintillating bright lights. The view was marvelous and I was glad that I had the chance to see all of that.

The driver chauffeured me to Mr Alvin's abode which was a huge complex of about thirty floors, I guessed. It was like a modular heaven which was manifesting every bit of luxury and power, illuminating in its own aura.

I gasped heavily. I wondered if it could look more elite and classy than it already was. Not that I hadn't seen mansions or palaces before, but this part of earth was so surreal that it made me question whether I could ever fit in here; even if it's temporary.

Now I know why those girls were craving to be chosen by him.

Now, I wished he had opted for someone more deserving and laudable for all this richness, someone who actually craved to live a life like this, not me. I never wanted luxury or money, however, knowing that what I really wanted had never been wished by me even in my worst nightmares. I could never wish it. I couldn't utter that word. I can't.

I stepped out of the car onto my front path, smelled the blossom, and was content. The air, as it touched my face, was tropically warm and indolent with a voluptuous fragrance of flowers and plants.

I walked up to his penthouse which was the top floor of the building. As soon as I entered, I was spellbound for a moment.

It was the most beautiful living room or any other room for that matter that I had seen in my entire life. His opulent living space was embellished with little more than a grand piano, with some exquisite furniture arranged in a reserved manner. The floor-to-ceiling windows induced an outdoor feel and revealed the whole surroundings. The Frankfurt city looked even more beautiful from afar.

Mr Alvin.

I noticed him standing around the sofa. Unlike his professional attire, today he was in more of a casual look. He was wearing a white satin tee-shirt which was perfectly hugging him and embracing his hidden pectorals inside. From the waist down, he was wearing a plain cargo capri which was fitting his body so aptly as if he had personally got it tailored by a designer. He looked so casual, yet so handsome. Sober, yet so drunk.

"Hello, Mr Hertrich." I passed him a smile that made his ice-like face turn into a stone-like.

He blinked several times before he actually replied, "Call me Sir!" He sternly glared at me as his jaw tightened at my sight. I could see a threat in his eyes, like a lion scrutinizing a baby lamb.

I knew and I expected it. He might be angry with me for absconding somewhere secretly; but I had my own reasons, reasons which didn't need to be discussed.

"Okay, sir," I mumbled, catching some air to breathe. My lungs went weak and my heart throbbed in my chest at a frantic speed.

"Mr Alvin, may I take her and give her an introduction of this place, and all about the rules that she must adhere to in this house," A woman standing near the staircase spoke. She was a tall, slender-shaped lady and her face with its wrinkled, pallid complexion visualised her of her mid-forties. She was wearing a tight fitted dress that was barely touching her knees.

"No, you go, prepare something for dinner. I would personally like to make a tour of the house with..." He shifted his intense glare back to me and then added, "to Miss Noemi."

After he adjourned the lady to leave, she nodded and left. He motioned his hands, signalling me to follow him behind, and without any further ado I followed his steps.

He directed me upstairs to a completely different zone of beauty. It was a huge hall, or I'd better be saying a personal living space that was excellently furnished with minimal stuff. It also had a mini bar counter in the corner where a stockpile of exotic drinks were on display.

Before I could finish contemplating the high standard interiors, he walked me further ahead. I continued faster, and followed a spacious corridor as it curved to the left, featuring a row of rooms alongside.

The first room to the right was small but ample, sophisticated furnishings and crystal chandelier lent the space a sense of intimacy.

"This is your room," he remarked before adding, "Decorate it however you like, it's yours. The cupboards might be empty, except a few clothes of mine in them."

"Your clothes? Why are---?"

He interrupted. "No. This was a guest room before you came. So, get rid of these clothes now. I don't wear them."

"Also, this is your room. Add your stuff, as much as you want. As much you please." I looked behind and caught a lopsided grin stuck on his face.

His dark eyes were haunting me to the extreme, making me tremble from my foot to toe. I was right, something in him had changed, and it was scaring me to hell and back. I must run.

"Okay." I tried exhaling my fears out; even while I was taking in the opulence of the room.

You know sometimes it's difficult to keep an optimistic mind when everything around you seems to be turning against your will.

Then we passed a master bathroom, a gym, and a library. Eventually, we entered the last room of the corner. It was Mr Alvin's.

It was similar to mine, only a little bigger. A wide, tufted bed, dark wall coverings with wall-to-wall carpet softening the space. Although the interior was made containing dark colors mostly, still it was vibrant and classy.

The passageway came to a halt but he stepped forward to the wall opposite to his room. He pressed an invisible button camouflaged on it. Within a second, a section of the wall slides off like a curtain, displaying a wide door.

He opened it with a mischievous grin on his face that made me freeze at my place. The room was not the usual style to the ones I had seen so far but somewhat peculiar.

It was perfectly square in shape with dim red lights in it, causing it to look darker with a sense of drama to the place. It had a king-size bed and two single-handed sofas in front of it, with a transparent crystalline table at the center of them. The mirror adorning the whole side wall made the space appear larger than it actually was. Large sliding cupboards were attached on the right wall besides a wide rectangular bench in the corner.

"What is this place?" I dared to ask him. My voice sounded shaky yet somewhat confident.

"This is our room." He radiated a wide bestial smile. And with every passing second his mysterious smile grew wider.

He walked slowly towards me, his every stride dispatching a shiver to my bones. My heartbeats grew faster to a sickening speed as my body quivered in fear. I looked here and there. Up and down. Right and left.Anywhere, but at him. I tried eluding away from his intense glare; as if it was so easy to do.

He closed all the distance between us in a matter of strides and abruptly pressed my body against his chest. His eyes bored in mine while he breathed just close to my trembling lips.

"Do you have any fucking idea what terrible things I'm going to do to you?" he whispered in my ear as if he was warning me to run back before it was too late. His face filled with hatred and rage made me whimper in trepidations.

"I'm sorry---" He interrupted as he leaned in, biting the edge of my earlobe and then sensually teasing it with his lips.

My body burned as though it was picked up from an ice-room and thrown to a hot furnace.

"Wait," he looked back at me and his face gleamed with a smug smile. "What about giving you a demo right here? Right now?"

I was in imminent danger of being swept away. I could feel it. My legs went weak the moment I saw it happening like it had happened once in my past. A lot of times. But before I could anticipate his next move, I found myself dangling in his arms.

"Sir! Please, leave me. What are you doing!?" I thrashed about like a creature which was caught in a net. I moved restlessly in his arms but all my actions seemed so obsolete in his tight grasp. I shrieked in terror and fright, feeling the same old nightmare coming back in my life.

He threw me on the bed like a piece of trash, hovering over my entire body. I cried my guts out in fear as tears ran down my cheeks. I knew he would do this to me but I literally never imagined it would happen so soon.

"P---Pl--Please! Leave me for God's sake."

He pinned my wrists above my head with one of his hands while the other one pressed down my boobs over my dress.

"So?! Why did you leave...huh?" he scowled, his face disgusted in me.

"I-I don't want---" I tried putting out my reason for abandoning the deal but got interrupted by his sudden bite on my neck.

"Money? You left me for money, that's what it is, right!?" he growled like a monster above me. I tried defending myself against his strong arms but nevertheless he pushed his hand under my skirt.

"I'll throw as much money as you want on your face, just let me have it my way for once," he sneered and then laughed. "But before that, I'll make sure you taste the hell," kissing the place where he bit me, he added, "My hell."

He curled his fingers around my panties over my pussy, trying to squirm between my legs tightly pulled together.

"I-I'm sorry. Pl-Please, don't..." My voice sounded choppy as my throat went sore due to constant screams.

"Are you?" he smirked at me.

He jerked off his hand from my skirt and grasped my jaw tightly. I moaned in pain but nothing mitigated his rage.

"Are you sorry about your apology? Really...?!" He looked at me in sheer disgust even though it should be the other way around. He sneered as he added, "But you know what?! I'm not in any mood to forgive you right now."

He gripped the neckband of my dress and suddenly ripped it forcefully up over my head. Leaving the skirt I had been wearing over my dress screwed up around my waist, revealing my white satin thong and bra.

"ALVIN!"

I screeched my guts out and pushed him forcefully with all I had left in me, covering my chest with both my arms. Multiple sobs covered the rest of my screams as I curled like a kitten on the bed, whimpering and shedding tears.

My heart felt like it would hop out at any instant and shatter in pieces. My soul quacked in terror. My body lost all its strength. The tears fell down from my eyes in pain and disgust. I tightly closed my eyes to dodge away the past memories my mind wounded. I kept screaming like a glass breaking into thousands of pieces.

He stood there, gaping at me vaguely. His mouth wide open and his face completely blank remained stagnant. And as I blinked, he was gone.

I was still lying there on that bed,shuddering and whimpering like a lowing cow. I didn't want to open my eyes because I couldn't face the harsh reality. I didn't want to complete this horrifying nightmare. For the second time. I didn't want to see myself so helpless and weak. Once again.

My heart couldn't take it again. It couldn't take the pain and suffering I came running from. I thought I got past the bad days of my life only to find that the worst were still welcoming me with open arms.

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Hey, sweetcorns. I hope y'all are liking the story so far. I know after reading this chapter you might have gotten 'Fifty Shades' vibes. But trust me it's unlike anything that the fifty shades series comprises of,except love and steamy romance. 😉

Please keep reading and keep showering your love and support.

Love, Meg. ❤