When Revenge Meets Love

I was escorted dressed in second skinned clothing with heels to meet the 'boss' of the game slum in order to register as the newest member.

As we approached the door, I felt no emotion, not even an ounce of regret as regards to my decision to sell my soul to this profession. I felt nothing and nothing else could work better, not having to feel anything was the best resolve yet.

We didn't even have to knock, we just went in like it's no biggie. As we entered another room, a couple of eyes rested on us, particularly on me because I was the only stranger present.

"Here we are boss." The big guy that accompanied Clara and myself said with a trace of satisfaction in his voice. I don't blame him, even though I feel satisfied.

The boss, who appeared to be a small looking woman probably in her late thirties, looked me up and down and smiled after her brief scan of my body.

"Where did you get her from?" The boss didn't wait for a response. "She's a good one." She concluded.

I stood in their midst emotionless. My gaze bore into the walls choosing not to stare at any being present.

"What's your name pretty?" The boss asked me.

I instantly reminded myself that the old me was dead and gone as well as the name. I guess this was an opportunity to opt for a new identity. An identity that'll now define me for the rest of my life.

"Ana", I said confidently. The boss seemed to roll her eyes.

"I hope you won't scare the customers away with that cold expression." She face palmed herself and approached me. "I didn't force you to make it here, so loosen up bitch! Don't upset me!"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and made an attempt to smile for the first time in five years. I guess it was a sloppy attempt because she instantly groaned.

"Get out." She said to me and referred to my escorts.

"Take her to level one and bring her back later. So I can conclude my business with this gentleman."

That was when I fully noticed the calm looking man at the far end corner of her office. He looked undisturbed and also like someone who wouldn't give two shits even if the world is coming to an end. He was brazen enough to tilt his head to the side to get a better view of me as if parts of me were fading fast into the atmosphere.

My escorts dragged me out of the boss' office and are taking me to the 'level one' earlier instructed. I still didn't feel anything and maybe, just maybe that would make the job easier.

Level one was a dank room dimly lit up to my disappointment and the supposed customers wore masks to conceal their identity. Well, I was made to understand that only their VIPs wore masks and their regular, just appeared regular and nothing more.

Clara had reassuringly squeezed my hands after giving me a small bottle of gin and a few cards of pills to take, establishing the fact that those will make it all easy and endurable.

I shivered at the thought but I pinched myself to compose my thoughts and expression. I signed up for this and I'm more than willing to get through with it. I was told only those from level two upwards could get the full pay, bonuses and tips for themselves.

The pay for level one candidates goes solely to the boss except for the tips, so as long as I remain in level one, I'd be simply slaving my body away with practically no money to pay my bills.

I already want to go through extents to reach level two and possibly breach it to level three where I'd become a VIP prostitute who's doubly sponsored. I knew it wouldn't be easy and Clara who's in level two had confirmed my thoughts.