Authors note
This story is based on when brothels were around, so keep that in mind XD
Also, I hope you enjoy this story, Jasper-Jinx has been nagging to me about writing a Pearlnet story.
This whole story will be through Pearls eyes 0_~
Its been three months since I was picked up off the streets, just to be put into whoring. I don't want this. I don't want this! But I have to, or I'll get beat... Secret love, my escape, take me far, far away... take me anywhere but here.
Another "customer" has walked through the blue doors into this "fine establishment". Mr. Abate gave me the look. I have to take this one. I walk over to him, my dress high enough to show my thigh, my smile incredibly fake. "Hello handsome, what is a fine young gentleman like you doing here?" I ask. He smiled, showing yellow teeth. Ugh, I want to barf. He put his hand on my hip, "To see lovely women like you." His Italian accent strong. "Oh please," I shy away from him, "You flatter me." He tucked my hair behind my ear, looked behind me to Mr. Abate. "Benigno! I'll take her for tonight!" He said, Mr. Abate nodded. "What's your name, doll?" I smiled, "Pearl."
He was scary. He was forceful. I can't stand this! But I don't wanna die. I walked into our room. By our, I mean the rest of us girls. The ones who don't want to be here. Of course there are a few who chose this, who want to do this. "So Pearl," My closest friend Aquamarine says, "Was this one different?" She asked, a worried expression on her face. I tightened my jaw and bit my bottom lip, holding back tears. "Worse." She gave me a hug, "Things will get better. For all of us." She says it to me every night. Nothing has changed.
I woke up early the next day, today we cleaned. The day felt long and tiresome, until the hours on when we had to work, we cleaned until our fingers hurt.
"Mr. Abate, what you're doing to these girls isn't right." I heard a voice, it was a woman's, English. I peeked around the corner, she was a tall, muscular, dark-skinned woman. But she was like me and Aqua. She had a gem. "Nonsenso!" Mr. Abate practically yelled. "It's just business." He put his cigar in his mouth and scratched his blonde scruff. "It's just business?" She questioned. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him to face her, the cigar falling from his teeth. "What I am doing is also business." Her voice seemed to stay in one tone. He spit in her face, "Levati dalle palle" She wiped the spit from her face with her free hand. "I will not take orders from a lowly woman." He spat. She slammed his face on the desk. "You are a vulgar man. I'm half tempted to do it again." She said, her voice still the same tone. I burst in and yelled, "STOP!", blood running from Mr. Abate's nose and a little from his mouth. "You stupid whore!" He yelled, "Get back and do what you do best. Earn me money." He wiped his nose and mouth. The woman stared at me, her mouth open slightly. "I will not take this treatment anymore! I wish you would have left me on the street, I was a lot happier then!" I burst. He came to me and raised his hand to slap me. But it didn't happen. I look up from my cowering to see her holding his wrist. "I could break your wrist very easily. If you dare touch her, I will kill you." She said.
That was the first time anyone has stuck up for me.
That was the first time anyone has cared for me.
That was when she was my savior.
*flashback*
"Oh you poor girl." The Italian man said, grabbing my hand gently. "I can give you a roof and warm tea and food. Please dear, you are skin and bones. Come with me."
This was when he took me in, giving me false hope.
He sat me down on a couch, giving me food and drink. "You are a beautiful girl." He gently touched my shoulder. "Since I saved your life, maybe you could return the favor by working for me. Until you are healthy, you could be my servant." He smiled a sweet smile. "Please dear, tell me your name." I took a deep breath, "Pearl." He smiled, "Pearl. A lovely name, for a lovely girl." He caressed my face. I was scared. "I'm sorry, but you can never leave, you see," He stood up, "Its business."
And I worked. I worked until my fingers bled. But nothing was good enough for him. I cried myself to sleep most nights, but I would get beat for being weak. I can't cry anymore. Never again.
*flashback ends*
But I was crying. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I had cried for the first time in months, and I was scared to death.
