Bambi POV.
Times heal all, you can get better, even the worse pain goes away with time, maybe not right away, but after a while, a long while, you’ll forget the time, the dates would start crashing, the whole incident would become less clear, you won’t remember as many details. Who started it, where did the first hit land, and were there any hints that I should’ve paid attention to?
Maybe I should’ve kept my head low, maybe I should’ve never gone into his office, but Eliot’s word ran in my ears again, he was going to do it anyway, no matter what I did, he was going to touch me, he would have found a way, he owned me, for him I was nothing, simply a human who could be abused.
But I’m not the old Bambi, I’m not Bambi at all at work, I’m red, they all call me red, red sugar sometimes or red candy, I’m their sugar baby and I’ve been working in this domain for years now, it was good enough to pay for my mother’s medication, pay for me, to keep me away from any creeps.
I sign contracts, I make deals, and I get paid for my time, after a while I had to allow them to touch me, but under my own conditions, and terms. Turns out most supernatural like girls or any kind of humans like me to be submissive, you obey, you get in position and you get pleasure in return, most feel very proud to make me feel any kind of pleasure.
I don’t always enjoy pain, in reality, I hate pain, I don’t enjoy it at all, but I’m a great actress, I could pretend to like them being rough on me, while all I want to do is curl up on myself and cry.
“You got a job for tonight,” Eliot says through the phone, even after all these years, he’s still kind of my manager, he gets me most of my jobs, it’s not just me, he works the same as me, as does a couple other ‘friends’, as he calls them, all of them have the same job, most of us met in the house we used to work in.
“What should I wear?” I ask him right away, I own dresses, other than the gifts I’ve been given, some are meant for clubs, others for boring business meetings, each one got its own dress code.
“You’ll be sent something,” he says, I often receive packages with my clothes in them, the uniform for the night, and I got to wear it and then play the role of the good girl.
“Okay,” I agree with him, not really asking for details, I’m eighteen now, and I’ve been doing this job for years now.
The package soon arrived, a short dress, and with me being super short, it said something about how short that is, I tried to do my hair, but had to ask my friend Colin for help, he knows how to do my hair even better than I do.
“Done,” Colin says following me back to my house we’re neighbours, we live just a doorstep away from each other.
“Where did you get that?” he asks noticing how short the dress is.
“A gift,” I say swallowing, I had a bad feeling about this, about this date.
“Would you be safe?” he asks, always worried about me, I worry about him, he graduated from school, and he’s trying to get to university.
“I’m always safe,” I assure him, although that was a lie, I’m not always safe, sometimes, my customers get too rough on me.
I left the house and got in the dark car, as always the car is dark with dark windows, I didn’t say anything but a nod to the driver as I got it, they drove me away to my date of the night, this job might be easier than a cleaning job, but it’s draining, a small piece of me dies every time, with every job, with every time I’m touched or touching, I don’t know who I’m anymore, I’m just lost in the world.
The door opened and I was led out to a club, I was happy that my date is in a dark club, one where no one could see my bum cheeks with how short my dress was, I was led to the private area, and told to sit, waiting for my date of the night.
“Ahh Red,” a voice says sitting next to me, the person who sat next to me was the same, they didn’t change not at all, same hair, same eyes, same voice, they didn’t look a day older.
“Ryker…” I whisper, I always refused to work with him, why is he here? Why did Eliot get me a job with him?
“Oh no red, it’s Sir, don’t you remember? I heard you were trained,” he says, breaking my heart, breaking my soul, remember the time that helped me heal, the time that had my wounds start to close, one look at him, one word from him mouth had me back there, in that room, in that office, on that bed.
I could remember everything, so vividly, as if it just happened, Eliot was wrong, I’m not in control, I’ll never be in control with him around, he would always be there to hurt me. I stood up and started to run, not caring that almost everyone could see my bum now, this damn dress, I didn’t have a way back home, I didn’t have a drive to anywhere, I was going to have to run and find myself a ride.
I walked some of the ways, it took me a long time to get out of the club’s area, worried about getting mugged or hurt, and then I called Eliot, he’s the one who got me in this trouble, and he should be the one to get me out.
“Eliot, come get me! Damn you! I told you never to set me up with him!” I yelled through the phone.
“Coming,” Eliot says, he just lost a good amount of money cause of me, but I don’t care, he shouldn’t have set me with him of all people, of all supernatural!
“What happened?” he asks me as if he doesn’t know.
“I told you to never set me with him! I need a drive home,” I yell now that we both met, he had a rundown car, but I’m guessing it’s his.
“Fine, fine, don’t yell, I’ll get you home,” he says, but I remembered that Colin would be waiting for me home.
“Can we do an extra turn around the hood?” I ask him, and he agrees.
“Sure love, we can talk,” he says.