Purity

Part 1: Survival

Walking out of the room, my body feels violated as it has been for years. The tears crawling down my face, dropping down to the tops of my exposed breasts, covered by my black-lace bra. I wiped my tears furiously off my face and walked down the short hallway to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, the scolding water hitting the tub floor. 

Taking off the bra and thong, my insides cringing the moment I am bare. I walked into the shower, washing all my hopes down the drain. Soaping up the cloth on the shelf, I brought it around my body and cleaned slowly. The bruises of my arms and legs are evident of previous abuse. I smiled thinking of the way my mom used to nurture me back to health if I was sick or injured. The smile immediately dropped.

The nature of my situation was difficult to explain. My life ended when I was a really young. But I didn't really understand everything until after I hit puberty when I was 13. I lost everything I held dearly to my heart when I was first sold to that pimp. The pimp that still rules my life in the daily. His name is Bobby, but we all most call him Sir. 

A knock sounds against the closed door, "Hurry up Lissa! I need to pee!" One of my cell neighbors, Riley, yelled out. 

I rolled my eyed at her. Only she would say that here. "Fine. But you owe me at least 4 hours rest tonight."

"Okay! Yeah! Sure! Whatever! Just please let me in!" Riley banged again.

I laughed a little. "Its unlocked idiot." 

Might I add, Riley is also my best friend in this hell. She has helped me go through a lot and to accepting that this is how our life is. She manages to make it a little below bearable. Our joking and sarcasm is our way to let out any pain we are withholding and lets us cooperate. 

The door opens and closes and then the sound of trickling against the toilet begins. "Why couldn't you have said that before I gave up 4 hours of my singing."

"Because I need sleep, unlike someone I know." I stopped the shower and grabbed the towel an wrapped myself before getting out. 

She looked up to me. "I am in heaven right now. I haven't been able to release my bladder in forever!" 

"Is forever since this morning?" 

"Maybe. It just feels like forever since." 

I walked over to my clothes and picked them up. "Well, I have better things to do then sit here peeing so......bye!" 

I opened the door and closed it before continuing to the cell that is my room. I got there without any trouble and went to the closet and grabbed my chore clothing. It consisted of leggings and t-shirt. I put on my white bra and bikini panties. Then the rest followed. 

I walked out and head to the stairs leading up to the kitchen. "Hey Mrs. Darby!" Mrs. Darby was an 65-year-old lady who has served for Sir since she was about my age. Yeah, she has never been able to escape or found. That has made my hope go down the drain faster than most. 

"Hey girl. Here to start the chores?" She asked, preparing dinner. "Yep you know it." I went up to her and kissed her cheek before heading to the closet with everything that is needed to clean. 

I went through the backroom to the living room and started to clean.

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I was about to finish the living room, but then a blaring alarm sounded throughout the quiet air. I rushed to the meeting room, breathlessly. That specific alarm is because the major boss man is here and needs to speak to us. It must be really important because he never comes down here, the underground. I got there and I was almost the last one to arrive, but one of the newer arrivals was twenty steps behind me. 

I got in line in my place and waited in silence. All the guards around us was whispering and pointing at us, but stopped immediately when the door opened. The aura around me seeped with fear and curiosity. I closed my eyes and looked down, this was the procedure we were supposed to do the moment that Sir came into the same proximity as us. 

His footsteps taking his time to us, the fear getting to some of the girls, resulting in them crying silently. I learned within the first couple years that would get you nowhere. 

"I have heard something very...upsetting today about one of you here. One of you here has done something that is to not be negotiable. I know who you are, so do not dare lie to me, your superiority. Who here has managed to get pregnant?" Silence.

No one said anything for a couple moments, until a woman stepped forward. I recognized as one of the older girls. She was 23. She had brown hair and a curvy body shape. 

I dropped my eyes back to the floor, in fear of getting seen. 

"Come with me, Giselle." He reported and turned around. "Oh and Porter? Go meet the new recruiter at the gates at 1700 hours." 

"Yes sir." He replied. "Everyone go back to your chores. Dinner is at 7 tonight. Don't be late. Tonight is a special night. Alissa come here."

Everyone dispersed and I walked up to Porter. I followed him out the door and we went to his room. He opened his door and let me in first. As I walked in he closed the door behind him and grabbed me by my waist, harshly, to him. "Now I have you alone. Whats going on?" 

I pushed away from him and hit him repeatedly. "Never do that again. People will start wondering."

He laughed. "I know, I know. We will be both killed, yada yada. Now, please help me pick out a tie for my date after my meeting with the new guy." He walked over to his chest and opened it pulling out two different ties. I pointed to the blue striped, it went with his eyes. 

"Thanks." 

"I am leaving. See ya! Tell me how your date goes."

"I will, she is great."

"I mean with the new guy." I laughed as I opened the door to leave. As I exited the room, I stopped and stared wide-eyed at the person in front of me. Sir.

"Lissa its our session time, follow me." He saids grimly and walks the opposite way.

This was my life. Servicing every need to every guy here. 

I just needed to survive with this little twinge of hope inside. 

I followed him without a word.