Chapter 15

Mama Never had a girl who gave me such a hard time since I worked in this brothel. In fact, the last time I struggled with another girl was Luna when she was new here. Seven years ago already. But I had managed to put her down well and today she has become one of my most devoted girls. Luna is probably the one who will replace me at the head of the brothel. I managed to train her so that she now obeys me totally. She is the star of the brothel. Customers ask for her again and again. But no matter how far I threaten this Muse, inflict torture on her, but nothing helps. She's got such a stubborn head that I wonder what I'm going to do with her to make her finally comply with the rules of this house. Yet she has such a well-built body that our business will have a lot of financial inflows and clients if she becomes obedient. This girl is endowed with such a haunting beauty, but at the same time she is rebellious. I remain convinced that if I succeed in taming her, she will be a gold nugget for our business. While I was expecting her to comply this time after a most pronounced and severe punishment I made her go through last week, my gorillas brought her back tonight in a state of unconsciousness. I understand then that I may have gone very hard with her. Not being used to this kind of life, maybe I should have rather prepared her step by step to accept this way of life before sending her on the field. I was so panicked to see my guys carry Muse's limp body in their arms. I ran towards them in panic. Fortunately, by tilting my head towards her heart, I could feel her heartbeat. "What happened to her?" I ask the guys the question with a pounding heart. "She passed out when the client touched her and wanted to take action with her." One of them answers. "Shit! So this girl has no limit! What am I going to do with her?" I was in all my senses. Muse must not die, I will not feel good if such a thing happens. "Take her to her room!" I order my guys then I run to find where I threw my phone. I must immediately call the brothel doctor. Since we are carrying out a legally punishable activity, we cannot take Muse to the hospital for fear of raising suspicion about the brothel. So there is a doctor with whom we have been working for more than ten years now. He hurries all the time when we need him. He has already cared for many of our girls when they were sick. Of course, there were unfortunately cases of deaths which required a more technical intervention and therefore, required that we go to the hospital itself, but given that this was going to be quite risky for our activity, we couldn't afford that luxury. It's true that this kind of situation often hurts, but these are the risks of the job and I got involved knowingly. Besides, the benefits we make from this activity are worth it. Our doctor is thus graciously paid in return for his service, and it is in his interest to keep silent so as not to fall in turn in case we fall. I managed to reach our doctor who promised to leave immediately to come here. I explained to him the state of Muse, and under what conditions it happened. He lives in town, it's about a two hour drive to get here. In the meantime, I rush to Muse's room to see what condition she is in. I feel her pulse worriedly, luckily it's normal. I press my head to her chest once more, but her heart is beating normally. These are good signs. She doesn't have a fever either. So why did she pass out, is it a state of fear of having sex with a stranger? I think that must be the only plausible explanation that crosses my mind. I wait impatiently for the doctor for more than two hours and a half. With the traffic jams on the road at this time of day, I can understand that he is taking longer on the road than I expected. Sitting on Muse's bedside worrying about her cause, I hear footsteps coming towards us, then the door opens. I look up at the door. The doctor is standing with Luna. "Doctor, you've finally arrived!" I exclaim relieved to finally see him there. "Yes, how is the patient?" He asks the question by coming towards us. "She's been in this state since they brought her." I leave from where I'm sitting to make room for him near Muse. The doctor in turn feels her pulse, he puts his stethoscope on her chest then in his ear and takes his temperature. "She's fine. Her condition must be caused by psychosis. But I'll also give her a pregnancy test. That might explain her fainting." The doctor explains to me by opening his bag at the same time. From there, materials come out of which I do not know the names. He pricks Muse on the finger and draws blood. Despite the doctor's doubts, I don't believe Muse is really pregnant. Not only because she's a teenage girl, but also I don't think she even has a boyfriend. She looks too innocent to know about sex. While waiting for the test to give the result, the doctor takes Muse's blood pressure and her temperature again. "Her blood pressure is pretty low. It's not normal." He said, alarming me at the same time. "So what are we going to do to make that change?" I ask him panicked. "For now, I'm going to leave some uplifters that you will give her when she wakes up. I will also inject her with this product to stabilize her blood pressure. Let her rest undisturbed. When she wakes up, you will give her these drugs." The doctor explains to me and I strain my ears to follow his instructions. After about ten minutes, the doctor takes out the test and the results are there. He glances at the test, then tells me "It's postive. I suspected it was a symptom of pregnancy." "But doctor, how is that possible?" I ask not understanding. "I don't know. But what are you going to do with this pregnancy?" He asks me with his gaze fixed on me. "You know what you have to do. You have to evacuate this pregnancy and as soon as possible because we cannot afford to give birth in this brothel." I answer him with a serious look. "Alright, tomorrow morning I'll come with the stuff it takes to get her to have an abortion. Don't worry about her condition, she will be waking up shortly." While the doctor is speaking, Muse is indeed waking up. She slowly opens her eyes, walking them around surely to check where she is. "Honey, you woke up finally. You gave me one of those fears!" I exclaim happy to see her finally come out of the faint. "What happened? I remember I was at the hotel with a client, and… He wanted to sleep with me. It was so horrible… How did I get here?" Muse asks in a weak voice. She seemed very affected by what was going to happen at the hotel. "You passed out at the hotel and the guys drove you back." I explain it to her in short. "Why did I pass out? Am I sick?" Muse asks the question, looking worried. "You passed out because you are pregnant young girl." The doctor replies to Muse who, by her astonished look, cannot believe his ears. Muse pov For a surprise, this news really is. Finally, Pauline's suspicions turned out to be true. That day she had made me take the pregnancy test, I thought it was negative, since she hadn't told me anything about the result. I understand everything now. If Pauline and Pen kicked me out of my uncle's house, it was because she found out I was pregnant. When she left me at home, she was afraid that my uncle would find out about my pregnancy when he returned and subsequently find out who was the author of this pregnancy. What wickedness they showed! They chased me away, abandoned me in an unknown land just to cover their rear. What about me? I am forced to work like a prostitute without rights for people who are ready to kill me to line their pockets. I never thought I would feel this feeling for someone in my life, but at this precise moment, I feel a great hatred for Pauline and her lover. I don't know what my future holds for me, but I wouldn't want to be in their shoes if they happened to cross my path. Lying staring against the wall, I shed copious tears over my situation. What am I going to do with this child? Keep him, abort this pregnancy? What if he were to be born? And above all, where will he be born? In a house of prostitutes? Will he understand that I had no choice but to lead this life? I ask myself a ton of questions when mama walks into the bedroom. She had gone to accompany the doctor who promised to come back tomorrow. "How are you doing?" Mama asks me, coming to sit next to me. "I've seen better days." I answer her in a sad tone. "How did you manage to get pregnant? What about me who thought you didn't know a man and that you were just an innocent little girl !?" Mama inquired with a curious look. "I don't know a man, that's for sure!" I answer with my eyes riveted on the void. "Oh really? And how did you get pregnant? Don't tell me that you drank that child in water, or would you be the virgin Mary to get pregnant without sleeping with a man ?!" Mama comes back looking at me incredulously. I didn't say anything in response to mama. I keep my head down, and the tears only trickle down my cheeks. "What is it? You can talk to me honey, I'm listening." Mama resumes with a voice so soft that I can hardly recognize that it is the same person a few days ago who almost killed me with the punishments. I casually look up at her and she displays a reassuring look. "Talk to me, I promise to listen to you." She continues to tell me fondly. "He raped me that pervert twice more!" I told her bursting into tears. "Who raped you? Tell me everything, will you?" Mama asks me looking very interested. "The lover of my uncle's wife. As soon as he arrived home, I knew immediately that he was suspicious and that he had twisted ideas behind his head ..." I embarked on a very long story to tell in great detail what I went through with my uncle. Mama listened to me attentively without interrupting me. At the end of my story, she looks at me with great concern and says "Poor little one! I'm so sorry you went through this!" I look at her eyes flooded with tears, then I say "Mama, do you understand why I'm so afraid that a man will touch me? I think I would be scared to death. These memories haunt me every night and I have nightmares in which he chases me for raping me." "My baby, I understand everything now and know that I am so sorry for you! But here I am receiving orders from above. The day that I am going to let one of the girls under my supervision escape, or even if I decide to spare yourself in relation to others, I will pay for it with my life and that of my son." Mama tells me with her head down. For the first time, I managed to feel deep sadness in her eyes. "Do you have a son mama?" I asked her the question astonished at this information. Mama nods very sadly. "His name is Euniel, that's the reason I'm still here and not killing myself. These people have held my son down and told him lies about me. But I would rather he me. I hate being alive rather than dying. Because of them, I worked as a prostitute for five years, I still continue to serve here as director of this brothel to preserve my son. " Mama tells me in a bitter voice. "Mama, I can't live this kind of life. I will end up killing myself." "Yes, you can and you will do it. Each of us has a strength deep within us. Draw that strength from you and you will get there. Me neither, I did not feel fit to work here, but today 'Yeah, I run this house. You are going to work and from tomorrow you are going to have an abortion. This child cannot live! " Mama tells me categorically. As sweet as she was earlier, it looked like someone secretly waved a magic wand to make her other. But anyway, I had just discovered a feeling in her that I very much appreciated. Who knows, maybe this will be useful to me in the future. Finally, I did not even have time to decide on the fate that I was going to give to this little piece of cabbage that was growing inside me. In the end, I think it's the best thing for him to do. Otherwise, how was I going to tell him the circumstances of his birth? No child deserves to have such a story. Besides, living in this house is not worth it. Better still not to live than to end his life in these conditions. The next day, the brothel doctor came to see me as scheduled. This time he brought a greenish colored substance in a vial which I find quite odd. I look at this without understanding what it will be used for. So I decide to ask him why he brought this "Doctor, why did you come up with this weird stuff?" "Daughter, this is the substance that you are going to take to induce your abortion. It is a mixture of plants and certain products taken in the laboratory. It still works." He answers me. "But doctor, this liquid is so disgusting, how can I swallow it?" I reply with indignation. "It is true that it looks terrible at first glance, but it is the only method we have to abort you. In a few days, the fetus will rot and come out as waste in your. periods. The curettage would have been more painful. " It hurts so much to hear the doctor's explanations. This child, even though it was only yesterday that I learned of his existence, it hurts to take his life. He was still a part of me. However, I have no choice but to follow the orders received. Besides, if this child was born, I would see through him the despicable act of which I was the victim from this dirty pervert of Pen. I ended up taking this poisonous substance that the doctor gave me. After three days, I started to bleed. I saw my baby's tips come out bleeding and I was in so much pain. I felt guilty for doing it. I bled for a whole week. Mama gave me another week to rest. After that week, what I feared happened. "You will be going tomorrow to take care of a client. This time you have no room for error. I think you have rested enough like that. You have to prove yourself now." Mama said to me with a stern look. So the next day, I was driven to the hotel. Sitting in the car, I meditate on my fate, on what awaits me. How is this evening going to go? Can I stand this man touching me? Like a death row inmate led to execution, or even a lamb led to the slaughterhouse, I sit sadly meditating on my fate. After about an hour and a half of travel, we finally arrive at the hotel. This place which has the gift of awakening in me all kinds of amazement. The driver stops at the entrance then one of the big arms comes out. He opens the door for me to get out. "I hope this time you're not going to create another story to escape your fate ?!" He said looking at me stupidly. I give him a mean look and he pulls himself together. We walk to the front of the room where I'm supposed to spend the evening with my client. I step in, fear on my face. I see a man in his sixties sitting on the bed. He nevertheless looks well-preserved and presentable for a man his age. I want to spit in his face that at his age, what is he looking for behind prostitutes? But I refrain from it for fear of reprisals. Indeed, I have already done enough damage and mama tolerated it enough. I don't want to take another punishment. The sixty-year-old stares at me fixedly, as if trying to read me. I finally arrive in front of him. "Sit down, I'll pour you a glass of whiskey to relax you." He said, indicating with his hand the place on the bed next to him. "No thanks, I don't drink alcohol!" I replied without looking him in the eye. "It's strange not to take alcohol from a girl from ..." The old man does not finish his sentence, surely he feels embarrassed by what he was about to say. But all the better to say it, he and I know what kind of girl I am. Why deprive yourself of it while you're at it? "Do what I'm here to get it over with asap." I tell him without anthousiasm in my voice. "It's up to you." I lie down on the bed, I turn my face to the side, so that he does not see my tears which have already started to flood my cheeks. The man takes off my light robe and turns me to face him, forcing me to face him. At the sight of my tears, he stops in his tracks then asks me "Are you crying? Weren't you consenting to come here?"