Chapter 1
A/N Hey guys! The story will be around 25-30 chapters long. Don't worry though, the chapters won't be 9,000 words long, they shouldn't be longer than 2,000 maybe 3,000 words so yay for us! For the people who are coming here from For What It's Worth; I am writing the sequel but since it's plot is way too complicated I'm going to need some time to think the whole story though. While I'm at it, I'd be writing this fanfiction just so I don't get lazy at writing. Sorry guys, this is the only long A/N and I need to say the following before you start reading:
1- There's many chapters which contain abuse as well as rape, I will put a TW in the chapters that contain it, but still be cautious.
2- This story will be update once a week ONLY. I will upload more than one chapter at once(around three), so don't think that you'd have to wait a whole week just to read one chapter and end up losing interest in the story.
3- I'm in desperate need for a beta who is willing to edit each chapter every week until the story is completed. PM me if you wish to do it.
4- This story is based off a song.
5- I don't own Frozen (Kinda need to have this.)
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7- Enjoy the story and I hope you all stay with me to the end.
With love,
Some-Asshole.
She never wanted this, but she needed it. With nobody else to turn to after her alcoholic mother kicked out of the house for being "nothing but a burden" its not like she had much of a choice. It was either selling her body to stinking men or dying of starvation, at least as a prostitute life could somehow get better, hard to believe, but still possible. She would work until she had enough money to buy herself a one way ticket out of the desert she was being held captive in, and life would begin to treat her kindly.
Or at least that's what she thought.
Having worked seven years in the same place, it wasn't as hard to wake up each day. Even though she had the money she needed, she had built a life around turning tricks. She had lost all hope of one day going to college and then law school and then becoming a lawyer. She used to dream that as soon as she turned 18 she would flee from this shithole called "home", but everyday it was becoming harder and harder to dream and easier and easier to shut her brain down whenever a man laid himself on top of her.
Being a prostitute is not hard once you look past the diseases, the abuse, the drugs, the humiliation and the constant pain. Technically you're all alone in this life. You don't have friends as a prostitute and the ones who seem to understand you usually end up leaving.
But it's not that hard if you really think about it.
In order to be in this business, she, everybody needs to follow three simple rules:
Rule number 1- Half of the profit goes to the pimp, or the "house" you are in, no excuses.
Rule number 2- You can only say no to a client if it's a matter of life or death, if the pimp found out you passed up a job he would usually punish you.
Rule number 3- You are responsible for your own expenses, meaning you must buy your own food, water, clothes, make-up and yes, condoms. Of course many ladies would disregard this rule because sometimes a "fetus," or the girls who are beginners in this job, wouldn't make enough money and some of them would go days without a single drop of water or even a piece of bread.
Elsa was no exception.
When she was a "fetus" she was only 14 years old. Back then she had acne, her boobs were just beginning to form, her hair was short and unhealthy, and her mind was still pure and innocent. The first time a man "bought" her, she couldn't move for a week. Feeling the man's penis tearing through her virgin insides was something she would never forget.
Seven years ago Elsa walked into a place called "Oaken's trading post and sauna." She knew it was a place where women sold themselves. She also knew that getting in this business could be dangerous and life-threatening, but she didn't care; her stomach was grumbling and her legs couldn't afford to walk an inch more, having walked from a small trailer park on the city limits to the middle of the city, around 10-15 miles. As soon as Delilah saw her stumble through the door, she ran to her side.
Delilah was the place's most admired prostitute; she was in her early 30's and rumor has it she slept with the mayor on his wedding day. While she wasn't the prettiest of them all, her physique was certainly striking, making men, as well as a few women, turn their heads and thirst after her.
The lady went up to Elsa and snapped her fingers at the waitress who was currently bending over a 60-year old guy to pick up a few dollars he had "accidentally" dropped. The waitress, a young looking brunette, probably in her early twenties, looked around until she found where the noise was coming from and her eyes widened at the sight of Elsa. She walked up to them, earning a loud "Hey!" from the man she was dancing on, as well as a few whistles and dollars thrown here and there.
"What happened Del?" asked the waitress in a heavy, yet deliciously sexy Southern accent as she bend down to look at Elsa, sympathy as well as worry filling her features.
"She came stumbling through the door, probably hasn't eaten in days, is there any food left in the back?" asked Del to the brunette waitress who nodded and awkwardly jogged in her 5-inch-heels behind a pair of double doors hidden behind dark-red curtains.
Del turned to the blonde and sighed.
"What's your name honey?"
Elsa's eyes felt heavy and her head was dizzy from dehydration but she still managed to spit out her name.
"Elsa," repeated Del, "that's a very pretty name." The lady smiled at the blonde and the girl managed to smile back, quickly turning into a frown as the lady brushed Elsa's pale locks behind her ear and began to eye her up and down. The two girls turned their heads as they saw the same waitress jogging up to them, a water bottle in one hand and a poorly done sandwich, as well as half an orange, on a plate, in the other hand. Del reached forward and opened the water as fast as she could, giving it to Elsa and looking at the girl as she drank the liquid in a matter of seconds.
"Hold it there sweetbuns, you'll get a tummy ach-" Del stopped talking as the pretty waitress place the plate into Elsa's hands. The blonde devoured it's content in no less than a minute, her face lighting up as the bittersweet juice of the orange made it's way past her lips.
"Take her to the back Jen, and make sure she's well fed and dressed. We are in the middle of winter and her pajamas won't do it."
Jen nodded and placed an arm around Elsa's shoulders as they began to walk. The blonde turned her head and looked at Del as she smiled faintly.
"Thank you," mouthed Elsa wondering why Del's eyes looked so depressed as the lady brought her hand up to her left eye.
Is she crying? Thought Elsa as she was lead through the double doors, not knowing that she had just walked into her own damnation.
