The Holy Prostitute

Angela's POV

I was doing my job tonight. Pleasuring my client that made him says vulgar and nasty words. Even if I tried to be deaf to the obscene voices coming out of his dirty mouth, I still couldn't escape the fact that he owns me at this time.

My hair almost stood up as he applied roughly his nasty thought. He screamed and cursed by the pleasure he was feeling right now. With that, he became even more aggressive towards me which made me feel sick.

I could do nothing but to reciprocate what he was doing to me even it's against my will. Someone like me had no room to complain in this kind of world. I chose this for my siblings. I chose this to keep us alive.

After a minute, he stopped and sat on the bed and so did I. He smiled at me devilishly while eyeing me from head to toe. This rich old man's eyes were full of lust and hunger. My body shivered at that sight.

I held the bed sheet tightly out of fear. He started to come over and do his next move that makes me dumbfounded for a second.

My body froze on what he wanted me to do to him. The disgusting words that came out on his lips are giving me chill in every strand of my muscle which turns my stomach upside down.

I'm doing this kind of job for over a year.

Why am I still not getting used to it?

Why I still feel disgusted every time?

Why I can't be numb in this kind of situation and just do what the client wants?

I still feel new.

The dark ambience, the feeling of nowhere to run, the feeling of being slave by the hands of the sinner man who only want is to devour me. This heavy feeling. I'm tired of carrying this burden but I have nothing to do about it. It was the only way I can afford food and education for my siblings. I had to sacrifice for them—for their future.

He bursts into anger when I didn't follow immediately his command—on what he wanted me to do to him— just because of making him wait.

I swallowed hard. I started to do what he commanded. My tears started to pool—feeling degraded.

He kept on cursing, saying nasty, and perverted words in my ears. He kept on doing it but stops when I unfortunately did something that I think he couldn't forgive.

"Ouch! G*d d*mn it! F**k!" he gasped and immediately pulled away from me.

He looked at me in rage and greeted his teeth. I trembled with fear after seeing it. I bowed my head immediately and couldn't even look at him in the eye out of fear.

"You, motherf***er! Why did you bit it?!" he screamed at the top of his lungs and the next time I knew, he slaps my face pretty hard.

I was almost deafened for a second by the force. I could feel my cheek heated and thickened at the same time. He annoyingly grabbed my hair and pulled it. I quickly held his hand to ease the pressure given on my scalp.

"I'm s—sorry." I tremblingly apologize. Wishing he will forgive me for what happened lately.

"F**k you! After you bit it you just only apologize?!" he scoffed and sarcastically puffs out of breath coming inside of his mouth.

He immediately stood up and dragged me away from the bed. I could do nothing but hold his wrist to regain my balance while he was dragging me. He slammed me against the glass wall and it creates a tug sound.

I winced and writhed in pain but it seems he was still not satisfied. He slapped me again from left to right. He grabbed my right arm tightly and turned me to face the wall. He started doing nasty things to me for the second time around behind my back but this time, he did it in a rude and ruthless way.

I shut my eyes in pain as I placed my two palms against the glass wall and silently prayed that this night would be over soon.

"Save me, Clark..." I whispered as a tear dropped from my left eye. I sadly stared outside the window.

What a rainy night...

* * * *

"Now, what? Your client last night is a demon, isn't he? " my best friend, Bel, asked. Looks like it was not a question. It was more likely a statement.

Bel doesn’t get away from me either. She was also a prostitute. We're living in cruel world.

"Yeah," I answered sparingly while brewing coffee. I placed my hand on my right cheek and winced. I got bruises on it because of what happened last night.

"That old man is stupid!" she hissed while shaking her head as if she was very disappointed in that man.

"Big sister! Big sister!" Maymay shouted. She's my younger sister. She was approaching my direction.

"Here is the pandesal you told me to bought from a bakery." she cutely said and smiled at me sweetly.