Chapter 12

Muse pov I would be lying if I said I could get sleep all night. I only thought about what Luna told me. Just as I closed my eyes, Luna's voice echoed in my mind over and over again. How can I be at peace, how can I sleep quietly, when my body could be tampered with by anyone? Old people, adults, young people ... No, it's too bad for me to go through such a thing again. I almost killed myself after Pen's rape. But as soon as I've been delivered from his trap, I come across bigger than that again. I thought it was over with this abuse, but I was far from imagining the worst that awaited me ahead in this house. Finally, where am I going to turn in this rotten world? So am I not entitled to some rest in my life? Children of my age are with their parents going to school, but it lookd like someone had cast a spell on me. If only my father was still alive, I would never be going through so many setbacks. At least to my uncle's house, I had a chance to run away from there. But in this lost place in the middle of nowhere, where am I going to be able to escape? This house is kept like a prison. I am alone, without any help, I cannot take the risk of escaping, otherwise I risk losing my life. The next morning, I wake up with difficulty. I haven't been able to sleep the whole night, until the early hours of the morning after having spent all the night of thinking about my miserable life. I find Luna already awake. She gives me toiletries. These are several shower gels, cleansing milk, creams, and many other beauty products that I do not even know their usefulness. "But Luna, what are all these products for? A single soap and body lotion will be enough for me. Do I need to use all this artillery?" I ask Luna looking surprised. "My darling, these are beauty products.You must use them for your beauty routine. Every woman must have a daily beauty routine to always be on top of her beauty." Luna explains to me without me to understand still what these beauty products are actually used for. "I think those two will be more than enough for me. You can keep the rest." I said, taking from the table where these products were placed, a soap and a body lotion. "No sweetheart. Your skin must be soft as honey, glowing and clearer. Therefore, you must wash yourself with all these products and then rub them on yourself." Luna insisted. "But I love my ebony complexion. I don't want to lighten my skin at all. Please, I would be very sad if I were to lose my skin tone." I reply categorically. "My darling, let me explain things to you better. Here in this house, you don't have the right to choose what you like. Your opinion does not count. Your role is to comply with the orders that you receive from la mama. The sooner you put this in your mind, the better it will be for you. Fair skin is the one that attracts customers the most, and that's why all the girls in this house have clean skin because they apply these cosmetics. You're no exception to this rule. I've been ordered to ensure that you use these products, therefore you have an obligation to comply with them. " Luna answers me with a firm tone. I ended up resigning myself to this idea. I do it reluctantly. I really love my ebony complexion which I intended to preserve at all costs. Many girls around me strip their skin, but I have always been against this practice, which can cause skin cancer and other equally complicated diseases. How far would I have to do what I don't want to? Am I not therefore entitled to preserve my principles? I am very sad. When I finish taking my bath, Luna takes over for me in the bathroom. She comes out finding me already dressed "What are you wearing grandma's clothes?" She asks me the question, disfiguring me from head to toe. "It's a knee-length dress and it's very loose on me." "No, forget to wear that kind of clothes. From now on, you have to wear clothes that show off your body and your beautiful, generous curves. Let me see what clothes are in your suitcase." Luna told me as she went to search my things. She looks for a few minutes then comes out a mini panties that stops at the ends of my buttocks and a top that leaves my stomach and my breasts out. "Here, wear these instead, they'll do." She hands me these clothes. I look up at her to make sure if she is really serious or if she is playing a joke on me. But I'm disappointed to read her face seriously. "No but, these clothes don't cover any part of my body! It's like I'm wearing underpants and support and going out. I can't go out dressed like this ?!" I inquired indignantly. "My angel, don't be stubborn okay? You look like you have a hard head! If I'm asking you to wear this, it's because I've been ordered to. I'll repeat it once more the same. You better obey mama's orders, if you want to live in peace in this house. " I reluctantly comply and I wear the clothes she chose for me. She in turn dresses lightly and we go out together into the large room which is the living room. We find the other girls there all dressed in end of clothes. Without wasting time, we sit down to have breakfast together. When we have finished having breakfast, we are allowed to go out into the huge garden of the house, in order to entertain us. At around 10 a.m., the two young teenagers with whom I arrived yesterday, as well as myself, called to us inside the house. We follow the mama into a room that looks like a meeting room. She asks us to take a seat and we comply. There is a young lady standing, well dressed, she looked like a business woman. She is wearing tailored pants and a jacket. Everything fits her like a gang, it looked like this garment had been cut on her. The young lady looks stern and wears glasses that make her even more straightforward. "Here is Madame Emma, ​​your coach. She will explain to you what your work in this house will consist of, and especially what is the behavior to take to carry out this work. You will have to follow her instructions and behave well throughout your lesson." Mama explains to us. She then goes out and leaves us between the care of our coach. Emma enters a long monologue to explain to us in words quite complicated for our understanding, what our famous work consists of. She tried by all means to avoid telling us clearly that it is prostitution work that we do here. "Is this the work of prostitution?" I ask knowing full well that this is what it is. "No, that's not what it is. We are more of luxury girls. We give pleasure to men in distress. We do them good. And in return, we are treated generously to. unlike those happy girls who anyone can sleep for little pay. " She was trying to explain as best she can, but I only saw it as outright prostitution. After another long session to show us how we should behave when we are invited by clients, the coach gives us an appointment the next day. We had to speed up our training because being the 'fresh meat', the big customers were impatient to taste us. "Is it possible that we are allowed to go home? I mean, what about the case where we don't want such a job?" I ask her before she goes out. Coach Emma glares at me, to the point where I start panicking. "No one goes out after coming here. And if you want to dwell in peace in this house, I would advise you to get such thoughts out of your head." She goes out and the other girls follow her. I stay a little longer in this room. What will become of my God? What will become of my mother? She will surely die of grief when she hears that I have disappeared. "My God, please help me! I still can't end my life as a prostitute! It's very strong for me. Spare me this life and help me get out of here!" I say this little prayer in tears. Before I have time to open my eyes, I feel how someone is pulling my left ear. "Arg!" I scream in pain. I open my eyes, and I realize it's mama pulling my ear. "I don't want to hear you talk about getting out of this house anymore. I told you yesterday, now this is your house. Forget that you can get out of here someday. have I made it clear? " She scolds me, still pulling my ear. I felt so much the pain that I thought my ear was going to cut. Tears flood my cheeks without my saying a word. "And as a punishment for your stupidity, you will be deprived of food this afternoon. Now go back to your room!" She orders me by finally letting my ear rest. I go to my room relieved. I already didn't feel like eating with everything I learned here. Besides, with my uncle's wife who deprived me of food all the time, I was used to sleeping without eating. It was therefore not a problem if I was not given something to eat at midday. I've spent all day thinking about a way to get away from this brothel. It's impossible for me to stay there, I don't know what I'll be able to do by staying here. If I have to die running away from here, I'd rather do it than live in these conditions and let perverts fiddle with my body with their unclean hands. Pen did and I swore to myself that I would never let a man touch me again. I intend to run away from here and I will succeed, just for one purpose, that of avenging myself on Pen and my uncle's wife. These people deserve to pay for all the harm they have done to me. As long as they don't pay for it, I won't give myself any rest. If I am in such a situation, it is all their fault. They tormented and persecuted me. Pen abused me and in the end, they throw me like a vulgar rotten sock. Let them not rejoice for long. I'll make sure they pay for all the harm they've done to me. I wonder how my uncle is? Surely he must be back from the city where he works already? What was said to him to calm him down? Poor of him! He will definitely be worried about me. How far is his wife willing to go just to hide her life of debauchery? I wish my uncle had known what kind of hideous person this woman is. But she pays nothing to wait. I will make sure that his life is on display and known by everyone, even if this is the last mission I have left on this earth. From my room, I watch the outside of this house through the glass window. The house is well built, the building materials are very solid. Impossible to run away from the window. There is anti-theft protection. In fact, in addition to the glass, there are iron bars firmly fixed behind the window to prevent any attempt to escape through the window. The only possibility to escape would be is to go through the door itself. I could then sneak discreetly through the door overnight. Or failing that, I'll see to what extent I hide when we are allowed to go out during the day for our walk. I'm going to hide outside and wait until nightfall to get out of here. Even though I don't know how to get by when I'm outside, it's better than ending my life as a prostitute. For a whole week, we were trained by our coach. She taught us how to behave with a man, how to behave when he wants to have sex. Basically, she taught us to be sensual towards these men. "You have to be flexible, your look, your gait, the way you lie down, everything has to be attractive. You have to attract your partner, make yourself appetizing ..." The words of this lady were in my ears like the effect of water on the back of a duck. I wasn't listening to what she was saying. All I was constantly thinking about was finding a way to get away from here. In the words of our coach Emma, ​​by next week we will be sent to the 'field' to receive our first 'client'. There is no way I can do such a thing. I will never let a fanatic touch me. As of this weekend, therefore, my decision is made. I'll run away from here at the risk of losing my life. Yes, I would still rather die than lead a life of prostitution. Pauline My husband went berserk when he heard that his niece had run away. He was unrecognizable. I had never seen him in such a state. "I knew something like that would have to happen. You made life hard for that child. She was traumatized all the time when I came home and she didn't dare tell me what you were doing to her. It looked like that. she was afraid even of her shadow. I wonder what you could have done to her! Not to mention that during my last stay here, I found her very skinny. And for your information, I do not believe for a single moment to that far-fetched story of my daughter having had a pregnancy. I know her very well and trust her enough to know that she would never do such a thing! You better find another excuse because if you don't do not bring it back to me before I leave, you will leave my house. " During this whole weekend, Georges broke my ears by accusing me of having scared his daughter away. He was in all his forms. I didn't even dare say anything to him, because I was afraid of his reaction which could be violent. On Monday morning, he decides to go to Muse's college to ask them if she hadn't been to college since she left home. "I'll go with you." I tell him, preparing myself at the same time as him. "So why? What's your interest in going?" The idiot asks me. "But I'll also find out if we can find her. After all, I worry about her even if you think I don't like her. You are traveling all the time for your work and I am the one who stays with her. I always took care of her when you were not there. I am the one who brings her to the hospital when she is sick, I am the one who intervenes when she needs anything. Believe it or no, but I love Muse and her disappearance worries me as much as you do. I pray every day that she is well and that she will be found." I lie to him playing perfectly the one who cares about Muse. Actually, I don't give a damn about this witch. If she wants, she has only to die and I hope she is even already dead of hunger and thirst by this hour. Fortunately for her that she is not often ill, otherwise, she would have already died a long time ago here at home for lack of care. If I insist so much on going to the college with my husband, it is to make sure that the principal is not going to say something that could be detrimental to me. Georges seeing that I looked sincere, accepts that I go with him. We arrive at college in the morning before the break time. The principal receives us in his office. Without dwelling on civilities, Georges goes straight to the heart of the matter that brought us here. "So principal, my daughter has been missing for a week already and we have not heard from her at home. I have come to inquire if she has not come to school since she left school. House." "This is Muse, isn't it?" The principal asks Georges. "Yes principal, it is she that we are looking for." Georges answers in a worried voice. "Unfortunately, she didn't come to school either. Your daughter has changed this year. She has become very stubborn. All her teachers are complaining about her because of her insolence. Maybe she will come back and she's just trying to disturb you." The headmaster tells Georges, watching me with one eye and I give him a satisfied look. "Is this Muse or are you confusing her with another of my daughters who also go to this school?" Georges asks the principal, not coming back from his revelations. "This is indeed Muse I'm talking about. I think she ran into a bad company earlier this year. She's completely changed. She takes alcohol and drugs. Last I heard, she would be pregnant. I guess that's why she fled." The headmaster goes up to my greatest happiness. "I'm really astonished by what you're telling me. I didn't know her to be stubborn. She was a sweet girl, very calm and very studious. Anyway, thank you for giving me these information." Georges replies confused. My husband came out of the principal's office in great distress. He didn't expect that at all to be said about his protege. Fortunately, as soon as Pen and I left Muse on the road that day, he suggested that I go see the headmaster of his college. This is exactly what I had done. I offered a fairly generous sum of money to this principal so that he could tell falsehoods about Muse. Georges must not try to look for her. And he played his role to perfection. I came out of there very satisfied.