I calmly stayed lying there on the bed, seemingly asleep to anyone watching me, until I was sure that no one was with me. Sitting up slowly, I wiped away the dried tears from my cheeks as I looked around the room. He was gone. Most likely already on the plan heading to some meeting across the country. If I'm lucky, I won't be sent off to another man for a few weeks…

Getting out of the small, stiff motel bed, I went to the small bathroom and started the shower. The water was freezing cold when I stepped in, but I didn't care. I didn't care about much of anything anymore. After all, I'm just a toy to any man with enough money to afford me. I'm not suppose to have feelings or think…but that doesn't keep me from hurting.

Sitting down on the cold bathtub, I hugged my knees to my chest and began to cry silently again as the water beat down on me, slowly turning warm. I've been doing this since I was six and I never stopped hurting after I was done pleasuring men at the end of the night and silently cried myself to sleep. The only emotions I experience are pain and depression. But I welcome it, rather than feel nothing at all…

The sound of the door to the main motel room opening brought me out of my thoughts and I raised my head, listening. I heard footsteps coming to the bathroom door and stop right outside.

"Hurry up in there, I haven't got all day."

I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding and relaxed. It was only one of Jake's men, here to bring me back. As much as I don't want to go back, it's much better than the man outside the door being a police officer. If it were, I would be sent to jail and Jake wouldn't do a thing to help me, his best girl or not. I know this because it happened once and I heard Jake say it was her fault for getting caught and that she doesn't deserve his help.

"I…I'm coming…" I quietly said, my throat still sore from crying.

Standing, I hurriedly cleaned myself of last nights filth and stepped out the shower, turning off the water. Wrapping myself in a towel, I went into the main room where Jake's man, whom's name I never cared to learn, was waiting in a chair. He looked at me and watched me as I walked to the bed where my clothes were. I picked them up and turned to go back to the bathroom to get dressed, only to walk into his chest.

I hadn't heard him get up from the chair, or even walk up behind me, and squeaked in surprise. Before I could do anything, he pushed me backwards onto the bed and got on top of me, pulling the towel away from my body. His lips crashed down against mine and his hands wandered around my naked body. It was no use trying to push him off, he was much bigger and stronger than me. So I submitted and kissed him back, being a good slave.

My eyes started to tear up as I heard him undo his pants, I didn't want this at all, I was still hurting from last night…

"Jake says someone is interested in you. And I don't mean for just one night," he said, pulling off his pants.

I didn't say anything, just looked up at him with an expressionless face.

"He says this guy is serious, even has the money. When we get back you'll be packing your things to leave," he continued. "So this is the last time I can fuck you before you go for good. I'm sure Jake will want his turn too."

This was no surprise. Jake wanted all the money he could get and didn't care who had sex with me, just as long as he got his share of me when I got back. He's known about this man, and his other men, doing what they want with me before bringing me back from a hotel where I spent the night being some mans bitch. But now I'll only be used and abused by one man from then on. If I'm lucky, he won't hurt me too much.

A few hours later, after we had finished, we arrived back at the House where one of Jake's men were outside on the porch smoking. I got out of the backseat and followed my escort as we walked to the front door, keeping my head bowed. As I passed, the man smoking slapped me on the butt and I walked faster as he laughed.

"Took you two long enough," said a familiar voice.

I looked up to see Jake sitting on the couch smoking and watching tv, one of the girls on his lap. He pushed the girl off his lap, making her fall to the floor, and stood to approach me. When I was close enough, he put an arm around my waist and guided me to his room. He wasn't going to waist any time.

"So I assume you were told about someone wanting you?" he asked as we entered his room.

With a silent nod, he motioned for me to get on the bed.

"This guy is very rich and I need the money, so this will be good bye," he said, taking off his shirt and throwing it away carelessly.

I didn't say anything nor did I look at him as I took off my clothes and set them on the bed next to me. Between last night and what happened with my escort, I was tired and wanted nothing but to get this over with… Maybe I could sleep for a little bit before my buyer arrived to take me away.

"He's here boss!" called a voice from the other side of the bedroom door, followed by a knock.

Jake cursed and looked at me for a moment, deciding weather to make the buyer wait so he can have his last bit of fun with me, or just sell me right now.

"Put your damn clothes back on you bitch," he seethed, as though it were my fault the buyer was already here.

Thankful that I wouldn't have to have sex with Jake, I put my clothes back on and stood, leaving the room. I went to stand by the couch, where the man I guessed was my buyer sat. He was tall and tanned skinned with grown out silver hair, wearing a nice suit. My buyer looked at me quietly and I had to force myself to stay calm. His eyes, which were an odd orange color, sent chills down my spine. This man, whoever he was, was pure evil. And soon, I would be his.

He continued to look at me, not once blinking, until Jake strode into the room.

"I wasn't expecting you for another hour," Jake said to the man.

"Things came up, so I had to make a change of plans," he replied.

The sound of his voice made my blood run cold, I could hear just by the sound of it that this man was someone no girl like me would ever want to belong to; they would take death as a mercy. I looked to Jake, praying that he would see what this man was and find it somewhere in his non-existent heart to break of this deal and keep me.

"So is this her?" the man asked, looking at me once again.

"Yes sir. She's the finest girl out there, as you can see. She's young, sexy, and more experienced than many," Jake answered, walking up behind me and placing his hands on my shoulders.

My buyer looked me up and down for a moment silently. Behind me, I could almost feel Jake shaking in his boots; he was very scared of this man. I got the feeling that if Jake made one wrong move, this man would see to it that he wound up dead.

"I want to see her before I make the deal. The last girl you sold me was shit," he finally spoke. "If this one isn't to my liking, you'll end up like the last one."

Jake tightened his grip on my shoulders for a moment. The last girl. Judging from the reaction Jake had to the threat, I would assume that she is dead, if not worse.

"Y-yes of course. Xion, strip for him," Jake said as calmly as he could, stepping away fro me.

Calmly and without hesitation, I began to take my clothes off, dropping them to the floor at my feet, and felt the gaze of the man on me the entire time. I wasn't embarrassed by doing this in the slightest; I've done this many times. But this man unnerved me to the point where I was nervous, hoping he would find me to his liking. My life, as horrible as it may be, could end in moments if he wasn't pleased with what he saw.

Now naked, I stood there silently as the man stood, circling me like a predator. He looked me over for a few moments before standing in front of me and looking me directly in the eyes. I didn't dare break contact, for fear of what would happen if I did. The sound of Jake shifting his weight feet away from us took the man's attention away from me.

"This is your lucky day, Jake," the man said as he returned to his seat.

Jake exhaled and relaxed, relived that I was to the buyers liking. I was then left to put my clothes back on while Jake and my buyer finalized the paperwork in the office. Soon, I was given a store bag that was stuffed with my clothes and was following my buyer out of the house. It was strange knowing that I would never see this place again, but I hoped that my impression of this man was wrong. If it wasn't, I had the feeling I would be wishing I could come back to the Hell-on-earth.