Note: I named the heroine "Kai", yes this is koyonplete's vn. not a fanfiction. I decide to write it down, it seems interesting and because people seem desperate about jewel, and its just pink/blue screen.
***Kai***
...
Its night time and the nightclub is blinking with millions of disco lights.
I can hear the muffled sound of music pulsing wildly, despite being far away from the dance floor.
Im in the changing room, stripping my jeans and shirt to the club's normal work attire: a black, cocktail dress that falls short to my thighs.
I should be bartending right now, but instead, im sitting on a long wooden bench, staring blankly at the piece of paper in my hand.
The invoice is £100,000 for my brother's medical bill. My heart threatens to rupture in my chest.
How the hell can I get this much money in such a short time?
Squeezing my eyes shut, I bury my head in my hands. Ever since my parents died, my life had gone to hell.
The debt collectors came after the funeral and took all of our assets, until there was nothing left.
I was left on the empty streets with my younger brother. That day, we became two homeless broken people.
That day, I became the head of the family, I dropped out of university and started working in a nightclub.
The job is shit, but the pay is good. There are handsome tips from the male customers as long as I flash them my cleavage and fake a smile.
With these money, I managed to rent out a cheap condo and other daily necessities.
I thought we were going to be okay, until my brother got diagnosed with Leukimia.
And my hell, suddenly becomes unbearable to breathe.This time, desperation clings to me as I stare at the medical bill. I need this money soon, otherwise they would refuse to do my brother's surgery.
I groan in frustation, balling my hands into fists.
There has to be a way, because I will not lose my brother.
I've already lost everything. If I lose my brother... I dont think I can survive.
My world would fall apart.
Right now, my brother is the one who makes me get up every single day, rather than giving up.
He's the reason for my existence.
Whatever happens, I wont let him die, even if I have to do whatever it takes to earn this money.
The money Im currently earning from bartending isnt enough to cover the bill.
I need more... a lot more.
Shall I sell my organs? I dont need an extra kidney.
... Or shall I sell myself?
That thought fills me with such a dread and i want to be sick
"Hey Kai, are you still in there? Hurry up, we need more hands here!", a sharp voice from the other side of the door makes me jump.
"Coming!" I quickly fold the bill and tuck it in my pocket, before i step out of the door.
...
The nightclub is specially busy today and Im on my feet the entire night pouring out drinks to the customers.
I smile so hard that my cheeks hurt. Beneath every smile, there's pain, pain so deep that it suffocates me.
Still, I smile, I keep a happy face on and bend slightly over the tables, revealing my cleavage.
I hate doing this, like Im some cheap whore that men lusts after, but happy customers means money.
And I need tons of it right now.
True enough, some customers slips cash inside my bra, fondling my breast at the same time.
I refrain myself from slapping their faces as slimy hands touches me.
(You fucking horny bastards...)
"Thank you so much, gentlemen. Keep them coming", I smile through my teeth.
Im so tired of doing this same shit over and over, and letting these men leer at me.
Its funny how fate turns out. I used to be somebody. I had a bright future, with my perfect life planned out.
Now, Im a nobody.
After a while, I withdraw from the bar to carry the trash out of the back door.
The back door leads to a small alleyway filled with dumpsters and street rats.
Sometimes we get drunkards loitering at the back, but they're pretty harmless. There are plenty of broken bottles to use as defensive weapons anyway.
I exhale heavily as I throw the trash into one of the overflowing bins.
Im about to head back inside, when I see men fighting in the alleyway.
I see three mens circling around a blond guy standing in the middle before throwing their fists at him.
Its three against one. It looks like a gang fight but I make no move to help the blond guy.
Its none of my business. And I have my own problems to deal with.
Im about to turn but my body stills when I see the blond guy makes his move and fights back.
He's like a blur of motion. He's so fast that my eyes fail to catch him other than streaks of his blond hair and his leather jacket billowing with every move he makes.
He's silent other than the sound of his jacket slapping against the wind every time he throws a punch.
For some reason, my heart starts to beat faster. Seeing him is like watching a cage fighter.
Its three against one, yet.. he's win.
But the way he fights... reminds me of a tiger trapped in a zoo.
I can feel violence and rage radiating from him, and they lash out through his fists.
The three men drops on the ground with a forceful thud.
They groan but stays on the ground.
My eyes train on the winner. His back is facing me, his leather jacket hugging his strong muscles.
His shoulder are broad and he stands there tall like a freaking war god.
Then his face turns towards me and my heart jumps in my throat.
I've never seen anyone like him before. So primal and devastatingly handsome.
Yet his expression is cold. There are some blood splatter on his cheeks but he doesnt bother wiping them off.
His blond hair makes him look like an angel but the rest of him is nothing angelic, with dark jeans, leather jacket, and a silver chain around his neck.
He's like a fallen angel.
My skin burns under his gaze.
I see his bright green eyes flash in the dark.
They glow almost amber, and the way he stares at me, it makes me feel like prey about to be devoured.
His eyes are wild, and those green orbs swirls with violence.
These arent the eyes of a man... they are the eyes of an animal.
And it frightens me.
Terrified, I run back into the club.
...
I strap my bag over my shoulders as I head out of the door.
My shift has just ended. Its after midnight but the city is as loud as ever.
My skin smells of sweat and cheap perfume, and there's a lingering scent of lust in the air.
Clutching my bag harder, I quicken my footsteps.
I walk towards the bus stop when two men appears in my line of sight.
"Hey there, pretty. Want us to show you a good time?"
One of them grins at me, showing a gold tooth. They look drunk, judging from the way they walk.
"No thanks", I mutter and try to walk around them, but the guy stops me by grabbing my wrist.
"Dont say that, we have a lot of money", he slips his hand inside his jacket and takes out a wad full of cash.
My feet stills on the ground as I watch his waving the money at me.
They must've mistaken me for a hooker.
My face turns to disgust. They want me to sell my body?
I'll kick their balls if they so much touch me.
The way they leer at me makes me feel sick, like snails slithering all over my skin.
I want to run away but I suddenly remember my brother.
I have to save him. And I need money for that.
Whats one exchange of my body for cash?
My heart laments with sorrow. This body, who has never been touched by anyone before, yet Im giving it away so freely to the arms of strangers.
My heart is incapable to love, but I dream that if I want to have sex, then it be with someone I'd cherish.
(Not like this...)
But whats one body compared to someone's life?
No matter what happens to me, I will live.
My brother is more important to me than anything else in this world.
Including myself...
"If I go with you, how much can you give me?" There is no emotion in my voice, as if Im nothing but a lifeless doll.
(Thats right. Im just a shell...)
The man with the gold tooth comes closer and tucks a wandering lock behind my ear.
"A lot, sweetheart. More than you can imagine", I inhale his foul breath and I want to vomit.
But I stay rooted on the spot, and I allow him to touch me.
"Okay", I whisper.
The men laughs and puts their arms around me.
But before they can take a further step, their arms are suddenly ripped away from me.
I turn and gasp to find the blond guy from earlier beating the crap out of those guys.
His fists flies wildly and I see blood everywhere.
My heart takes a dive and my world is spinning.
"Stop!", I scream as I run to the blond guy and grab his arm.
His arm is hard like steel.
"What are you doing?", I say in horror.
(My money...)
Mercifully, he stops but he turns his scary expression on me and I want to wilt under his glare.
"They're taking you", he says simply.
"And I want them! I need that money. Mind your own business, you bastard!"
Im afraid of him but Im afraid of not getting the money more. My fear for my brother is greater than my fear for him.
He scoffs and pulls away from me with disgust, like Im someone dirty.
"For a whore, you are incredibly naive. They're lying to you. Do you think they would pay you to spread your legs for them? They'd say anything as long as they can get you naked underneath them. And then they'll rape you until you are nothing but a broken toy."
My knees trembles and I collapse on the dirty ground. My chest heaves and I feel like I cant breathe.
I wish I can escape, but I can never leave this hell, not when my brother is burning in this inferno.
Tears burn in my eyes before they fall into tiny rivers.
I lift my head to find him staring down at me.(Im so tired... lets end this wretched life)
"Then mister... will you buy me?"
My cheeks are stained wet and my world is blurry, but I can see him staring down at me with those cold, merciless eyes.
"What?"
My lips trembles but I swallow the cries.
"Will you buy me... for £100,000?"
He is silent for a while, then he slips his hand inside his jacket.
He pulls out a checkbook and pen.
I stare wordlessly as he scribbles something on it, before he rips the paper and throws it at me.
I watch that thin piece of paper float in the air before I move to grab it.
The paper is stained with fingerprints of blood, but its those numbers that draws me in.
Its a cheque for £100,000, signed by Charles Benedict.
My eyes widens as that paper shakes in my hands.
"Do you understand what this means?", his cold voice filters the air.
I look up to him, my tears are already dried, leaving smears of black mascara on my face.
This terrifying man, with blood covering his skin.
His cheeks are smeared with blood, and his hands drips with the crimson fluid.
His knuckles are torn bloody but his face never shows pain.
"I will own you. From now on, you are mine", he says.
The way he stands above me, half of his face casts in the shadows. It makes him look like a devil.
And I've just sold my soul to this devil.
That night, Im no longer the same person as I was before. I am a thing.. a commodity.
Im sold for £100,000.