Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends.
Again, thank you for all the reviews, I love reading all your comments :o)
I haven't decided yet who is going to Phoebe's "hero" lol It may be Joey, it may not, you are just all going to have to read on and find out ;o) lol
Ok so here is the 5th part of this story. Read on and enjoy, oh and please review and give suggestions :o) Mwah
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Phoebe massaged the nape of her neck, trying to ease the muscular pain that had built up over night from the position she had laid on the hard, dirty floor. Between that and the bruising to her body enforced my Tony, she felt like she had been hit and dragged by a subway train.
"Why did I have to sleep on the floor!" she scolded herself looking at the bed as she did so. Then she remembered why. The sheets were filthy, almost like they would crack if you sat on them. She turned away, repulsed at the thought of what made them like that.
Sitting back down with her back to the door and her knees curled into her chest she scanned the room and noted how bare it looked. For someone who was probably making hundreds of dollars per night from "his girls", as he so affectionately called them, he was living in squalor. He certainly wasn't spending his money on decorating that was for sure. The room looked like a bad 70's porn film. Brown seemed to be the colour of choice, as it adorned the walls, carpets, bed sheets and furniture. Even the curtains where tinged in a chocolate colour.
"I need to get out of here," Phoebe sighed, knowing there was very little hope of that happening, especially when she didn't have the energy to fight any more.
The eerie silence in the apartment was broken with a sound that was unfamiliar to her, but yet she knew fine well what it was.
"Argh!" She pressed the palms of her hands into her ears as hard as she could, and hummed an unknown tune aloud to try and drone out the moans of pleasure coming from the next room. She rocked herself back and forward, her singing getting louder as the rhythmic banging on the wall grew louder with every beat.
Then as quickly as it started it stopped, dead in its tracks.
Still with her hands sandwiched at the sides of her head she stopped moving and listened to the silence once again engulfed her. Before removing her hands she made sure Tony's little "party" next door wasn't about to resume. After a minute or two she deemed it safe enough for her to place her hands back down by her side.
Her auditory senses were all she had as she listened to the footsteps approach and stop in the hallway outside her room. She heard the front door open and close just as quickly, no talking from either person who was there. Then a sound that made her blood rush through her body. The lock in the door was turning behind her; someone was trying to get in.
She jumped to her feet, removing her back from the door that someone was trying desperately to push open.
"Tony!" She shouted a little too loudly and enthusiastically, her hands trembling in fright. The last time she had seen him he had been less than friendly towards her, and there was no telling what he was going to do to her now.
"Good Morning precious!" Tony flashed her a huge grin and moved towards her.
She walked backwards, trying to pry herself as far away from him as possible, hoping he would stop following her, but he traced her footsteps to the bed. She felt the base hit the back of her legs and attempt to knock her over. That was as far as she could go without turning and running, and she wasn't about to do that, as scared as she was. She had no choice but to stay where she was, at the edge of the double bed.
"Why so scared?" Tony questioned, seeing the fear that was plastered all over her face.
"I'm not scared," Phoebe lied, her voice trembling.
Tony eyed her suspiciously and let the matter drop.
"You must be hungry. It's been hours since I last fed you!" Phoebe felt like an animal, a pet that Tony felt responsibility for. Nothing more than a plaything, for amusement purposes only. Locked up in a room and fed periodically like some Mongrel.
"Come," Tony walked from the room and motioned for her to follow him. At first she was scared to, what If it was some ploy to hurt her? "No," She shook her head. If he were going to do anything he would have done it last night when he had the chance, surely?
With a bit of apprehension she followed her captors' trail into the kitchen and hoisted herself u onto a high backed stool at the breakfast bar.
"Ahh here she is," He lent over her shoulder and kissed her cheek like he was greeting his girlfriend or wife, and swiftly went back to the cooker where he was preparing breakfast. Phoebe was taken aback at his forwardness, but let it slide for fear of confrontation.
"So, did you get a good sleep last night?" Tony never turned round from the stove as he tried to instigate conversation.
"Not really no," Phoebe answered dryly, not in the mood to chat, especially not with him.
"Why not?" He almost let himself snap, but kept it under control.
"I just didn't,"
"There must have been a reason?" He continued to probe her, trying to restrain himself from shouting. He had been in such a good mood and she was slowly irritating him into losing his temper.
"I guess I just don't like sleeping in strange places," She lied again, unprepared to get into a long conversation about the bed and its grubbiness.
"Oh, well im sure after a few days you will settle in," Tony's temper was dying down now that he had gotten what he deemed a proper answer; satisfied he got back to making the food.
He dished the eggs and bacon onto a plate and placed it down in front of Phoebe.
"Bon appetite," He smirked and took the seat next to her, his own plate in his hand.
Phoebe politely tucked into her food, noting how it tasted much better than her dinner last night, but it still wasn't as appetizing as she would have liked.
Tony was unrelenting in his pursuit to get Phoebe to open up and talk. He had gotten very little out of her so far, and he was determined to crack her icy attitude. "I was going to make a turkey, but since it's just the two of us ive decided against it. Its probably for the best anyway, I have a lot to do today, including getting you trained, so," Tony kept chatting but Phoebe had too much to think about to listen anymore. His brief talk had induced so many thoughts in her mind, reminding her it was Christmas day, a day she hadn't celebrated in 2 years, but somehow she suddenly cared about the fact she was spending it here, with a man she had just met, and who was clearly not a nice person. And then there was his talk of "training". What had he meant by that? If what she had imagined last night he had planned for her then she was terrified. What kind of training was he about to give her for streetwalking? She didn't dare think about it any further. She needed answers, and now was the right time to be asking them, no matter what reaction she got from Tony.
"What exactly is it you want with me!" Phoebe blurted out, interrupting Tony in mid conversation. He paused for a moment, shocked at her questioning. No other girl had ever been as forthright as Phoebe was being. She had guts that were for sure.
"I want to help you make money sweetie, so you don't have to live in that dingy alley any longer," Tony inwardly grinned at his side stepping, that was until he heard her next words.
"How do you know I live in an alley?" Phoebe's eyes blazed with shock and horror, she hadn't mentioned anything about living on the streets to him, let alone an alley.
Tony pulled his chair in closer to her and whispered seductively in her ear.
"You know, I like to think of myself as a talent scout of sorts. I have an eye for seeing potential in people, girls in particular. But I don't look for acting ability, singing skills or musical genius. I see much deeper than that. You see blondie; you have just the potential im looking for. I've watched you begging for money, and you have quite a knack at persuasion, I must say!" He stood up from his stool and walked around the back of her, running his finger from one of her shoulders, around her back to the other, never breaking skin contact.
Before he could say anything else Phoebe blurted out what was on her mind.
"You can't make me sleep with men for money, I wont be a hooker for you!" She had no idea if this was really what he had planned, but she had to make her feelings clear if this really was his intention.
"Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe. Sweetheart. You're so silly for someone who acts so clever. You're not going to be a "hooker"."
"I'm not?" Phoebe sounded amazed, she had been wrong?
"No. You are going to be a, how can I put this. You will be a crime prevention officer of sorts." Phoebe screwed up her face in confusion. "What the hell is he going on about" she wondered to herself.
"You see, Manhattan has the highest crime rate in New York and I think I have came up with the perfect solution to remedy this. Let me explain. Men can get very agitated and frustrated at times, and often that frustration leads to violence. All that pent up energy isn't good. Now if these men had something to make them relax, then there wouldn't be all this murder and corruption in the city. Do you get where im going with this?" Phoebe sat in stunned silence. She knew exactly what he meant. He did want her to sell her body, he was just trying to brainwash her into believing it was all for a good cause and she wasn't falling for it in the slightest.
"You are going to be providing a service to this city, and a very good service at that. So are you coming on board by your own free will, or do I have to force you? Its your call." he gave a little chuckle of smugness. He loved playing mind games with her. The satisfaction he felt with seeing her cry was better than the sex he had earlier.
Little tears slashed onto her plate under her, causing rivers to run around her breakfast.
This was it. Her fate was all mapped out and she had no choice but to go along with it. She was about to become the person she had so long strived not to be. Prostitution was every girl on the streets first option, but she had never once caved in and considered it, even when things got so bad she was at breaking point. She had got by for the last 2 years through her own free will and determination, and now that had been taken away from her. She no longer had options; she had ultimatums that she would have to listen to, even if it meant losing all her dignity, the dignity that she had been so proud of until now. This man was about to corrupt her in the cruellest possible way, and if she didn't abide by his rules he would hurt her, he had reminded her of this on several occasions, to make sure this little fact had hit home, and it had.
Phoebe gave a small nod of agreement to his question, terrified of what she was agreeing to.
"Very wise choice! You're not as dumb as you look. Now lets get your training under way," Tony grabbed her hand, leading a tear stained and trembling Phoebe from the kitchen table to his bedroom.
There was no turning back now.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends.
Again, thank you for all the reviews, I love reading all your comments :o)
I haven't decided yet who is going to Phoebe's "hero" lol It may be Joey, it may not, you are just all going to have to read on and find out ;o) lol
Ok so here is the 5th part of this story. Read on and enjoy, oh and please review and give suggestions :o) Mwah
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Phoebe massaged the nape of her neck, trying to ease the muscular pain that had built up over night from the position she had laid on the hard, dirty floor. Between that and the bruising to her body enforced my Tony, she felt like she had been hit and dragged by a subway train.
"Why did I have to sleep on the floor!" she scolded herself looking at the bed as she did so. Then she remembered why. The sheets were filthy, almost like they would crack if you sat on them. She turned away, repulsed at the thought of what made them like that.
Sitting back down with her back to the door and her knees curled into her chest she scanned the room and noted how bare it looked. For someone who was probably making hundreds of dollars per night from "his girls", as he so affectionately called them, he was living in squalor. He certainly wasn't spending his money on decorating that was for sure. The room looked like a bad 70's porn film. Brown seemed to be the colour of choice, as it adorned the walls, carpets, bed sheets and furniture. Even the curtains where tinged in a chocolate colour.
"I need to get out of here," Phoebe sighed, knowing there was very little hope of that happening, especially when she didn't have the energy to fight any more.
The eerie silence in the apartment was broken with a sound that was unfamiliar to her, but yet she knew fine well what it was.
"Argh!" She pressed the palms of her hands into her ears as hard as she could, and hummed an unknown tune aloud to try and drone out the moans of pleasure coming from the next room. She rocked herself back and forward, her singing getting louder as the rhythmic banging on the wall grew louder with every beat.
Then as quickly as it started it stopped, dead in its tracks.
Still with her hands sandwiched at the sides of her head she stopped moving and listened to the silence once again engulfed her. Before removing her hands she made sure Tony's little "party" next door wasn't about to resume. After a minute or two she deemed it safe enough for her to place her hands back down by her side.
Her auditory senses were all she had as she listened to the footsteps approach and stop in the hallway outside her room. She heard the front door open and close just as quickly, no talking from either person who was there. Then a sound that made her blood rush through her body. The lock in the door was turning behind her; someone was trying to get in.
She jumped to her feet, removing her back from the door that someone was trying desperately to push open.
"Tony!" She shouted a little too loudly and enthusiastically, her hands trembling in fright. The last time she had seen him he had been less than friendly towards her, and there was no telling what he was going to do to her now.
"Good Morning precious!" Tony flashed her a huge grin and moved towards her.
She walked backwards, trying to pry herself as far away from him as possible, hoping he would stop following her, but he traced her footsteps to the bed. She felt the base hit the back of her legs and attempt to knock her over. That was as far as she could go without turning and running, and she wasn't about to do that, as scared as she was. She had no choice but to stay where she was, at the edge of the double bed.
"Why so scared?" Tony questioned, seeing the fear that was plastered all over her face.
"I'm not scared," Phoebe lied, her voice trembling.
Tony eyed her suspiciously and let the matter drop.
"You must be hungry. It's been hours since I last fed you!" Phoebe felt like an animal, a pet that Tony felt responsibility for. Nothing more than a plaything, for amusement purposes only. Locked up in a room and fed periodically like some Mongrel.
"Come," Tony walked from the room and motioned for her to follow him. At first she was scared to, what If it was some ploy to hurt her? "No," She shook her head. If he were going to do anything he would have done it last night when he had the chance, surely?
With a bit of apprehension she followed her captors' trail into the kitchen and hoisted herself u onto a high backed stool at the breakfast bar.
"Ahh here she is," He lent over her shoulder and kissed her cheek like he was greeting his girlfriend or wife, and swiftly went back to the cooker where he was preparing breakfast. Phoebe was taken aback at his forwardness, but let it slide for fear of confrontation.
"So, did you get a good sleep last night?" Tony never turned round from the stove as he tried to instigate conversation.
"Not really no," Phoebe answered dryly, not in the mood to chat, especially not with him.
"Why not?" He almost let himself snap, but kept it under control.
"I just didn't,"
"There must have been a reason?" He continued to probe her, trying to restrain himself from shouting. He had been in such a good mood and she was slowly irritating him into losing his temper.
"I guess I just don't like sleeping in strange places," She lied again, unprepared to get into a long conversation about the bed and its grubbiness.
"Oh, well im sure after a few days you will settle in," Tony's temper was dying down now that he had gotten what he deemed a proper answer; satisfied he got back to making the food.
He dished the eggs and bacon onto a plate and placed it down in front of Phoebe.
"Bon appetite," He smirked and took the seat next to her, his own plate in his hand.
Phoebe politely tucked into her food, noting how it tasted much better than her dinner last night, but it still wasn't as appetizing as she would have liked.
Tony was unrelenting in his pursuit to get Phoebe to open up and talk. He had gotten very little out of her so far, and he was determined to crack her icy attitude. "I was going to make a turkey, but since it's just the two of us ive decided against it. Its probably for the best anyway, I have a lot to do today, including getting you trained, so," Tony kept chatting but Phoebe had too much to think about to listen anymore. His brief talk had induced so many thoughts in her mind, reminding her it was Christmas day, a day she hadn't celebrated in 2 years, but somehow she suddenly cared about the fact she was spending it here, with a man she had just met, and who was clearly not a nice person. And then there was his talk of "training". What had he meant by that? If what she had imagined last night he had planned for her then she was terrified. What kind of training was he about to give her for streetwalking? She didn't dare think about it any further. She needed answers, and now was the right time to be asking them, no matter what reaction she got from Tony.
"What exactly is it you want with me!" Phoebe blurted out, interrupting Tony in mid conversation. He paused for a moment, shocked at her questioning. No other girl had ever been as forthright as Phoebe was being. She had guts that were for sure.
"I want to help you make money sweetie, so you don't have to live in that dingy alley any longer," Tony inwardly grinned at his side stepping, that was until he heard her next words.
"How do you know I live in an alley?" Phoebe's eyes blazed with shock and horror, she hadn't mentioned anything about living on the streets to him, let alone an alley.
Tony pulled his chair in closer to her and whispered seductively in her ear.
"You know, I like to think of myself as a talent scout of sorts. I have an eye for seeing potential in people, girls in particular. But I don't look for acting ability, singing skills or musical genius. I see much deeper than that. You see blondie; you have just the potential im looking for. I've watched you begging for money, and you have quite a knack at persuasion, I must say!" He stood up from his stool and walked around the back of her, running his finger from one of her shoulders, around her back to the other, never breaking skin contact.
Before he could say anything else Phoebe blurted out what was on her mind.
"You can't make me sleep with men for money, I wont be a hooker for you!" She had no idea if this was really what he had planned, but she had to make her feelings clear if this really was his intention.
"Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe. Sweetheart. You're so silly for someone who acts so clever. You're not going to be a "hooker"."
"I'm not?" Phoebe sounded amazed, she had been wrong?
"No. You are going to be a, how can I put this. You will be a crime prevention officer of sorts." Phoebe screwed up her face in confusion. "What the hell is he going on about" she wondered to herself.
"You see, Manhattan has the highest crime rate in New York and I think I have came up with the perfect solution to remedy this. Let me explain. Men can get very agitated and frustrated at times, and often that frustration leads to violence. All that pent up energy isn't good. Now if these men had something to make them relax, then there wouldn't be all this murder and corruption in the city. Do you get where im going with this?" Phoebe sat in stunned silence. She knew exactly what he meant. He did want her to sell her body, he was just trying to brainwash her into believing it was all for a good cause and she wasn't falling for it in the slightest.
"You are going to be providing a service to this city, and a very good service at that. So are you coming on board by your own free will, or do I have to force you? Its your call." he gave a little chuckle of smugness. He loved playing mind games with her. The satisfaction he felt with seeing her cry was better than the sex he had earlier.
Little tears slashed onto her plate under her, causing rivers to run around her breakfast.
This was it. Her fate was all mapped out and she had no choice but to go along with it. She was about to become the person she had so long strived not to be. Prostitution was every girl on the streets first option, but she had never once caved in and considered it, even when things got so bad she was at breaking point. She had got by for the last 2 years through her own free will and determination, and now that had been taken away from her. She no longer had options; she had ultimatums that she would have to listen to, even if it meant losing all her dignity, the dignity that she had been so proud of until now. This man was about to corrupt her in the cruellest possible way, and if she didn't abide by his rules he would hurt her, he had reminded her of this on several occasions, to make sure this little fact had hit home, and it had.
Phoebe gave a small nod of agreement to his question, terrified of what she was agreeing to.
"Very wise choice! You're not as dumb as you look. Now lets get your training under way," Tony grabbed her hand, leading a tear stained and trembling Phoebe from the kitchen table to his bedroom.
There was no turning back now.