Boss
There was no room to talk. His voice rambled on and on through the speaker phone, leaving you to only listen.
"Are you getting all of this?" Your boss asked. You paused.
"Yeah." To be quite honest, your boss was incredibly... nerdy. Weird, huh? He wasn't the stereotypical pimp wearing an expensive suit and too much cologne. No, in fact he was quite the opposite. And right now, he was having one of his needy episodes.
"Alright, back to business," his voice got darker. You dreaded your arrival; the spot was just down the street. You pulled into a desolate parking lot.
"Why didn't you answer my texts?"
Your mind was too rattled to come up with a good excuse. "I was busy fucking someone." Well, at least you told the truth as sick as it was.
"Really? What kind of shit is that?" He hissed through the phone. You felt a pit in your stomach. "Too busy to text your own man back..."
You swallowed bile. No, you thought, you're not my "man." You're nothing to me. Of course, you couldn't say that or you'd risk another beating.
"I'm sorry." Though you really are not.
"That's what you always say. Get out of the fucking car." He hung up. Your hands shook. He was standing outside a rundown building, phone in hand. You slowly opened the car door and shut it, walking calmly towards him. His face was masked with anger.
"Come here," he pulled you in, hugging you tightly. He kissed your hair. You didn't know what to say. Unexpectedly, he pushed you off and slapped you. "Baby, when are you ever gonna learn? Daddy comes first."
He dragged you into the musky ruins. The room was dimly lit by cheap lanterns. A couple other men sat in a circle, dealing cards as they gambled over drugs. A few girls sat on some of their laps. They gave you a sad, knowing look but before you could blink it was gone and you wondered if you had just imagined it. One of the girls was a prominent drug boss. She only gazed at you in contempt as she played along with the men in her own chair. You could hear low moans in the other room.
"Fellas, this is my baby." Calvin (your boss) twirled you around to show you off. You felt absolutely disgusting, but you plastered a smile on your face. "Anyone wanna have a night with them?"
The men all shook their heads, laughing. One of them said they'd feel guilty doing it in the same building with Calvin there.
"Oh, but they can schedule a night, if you want," he chuckled. Before long, the majority of the men - in their drunken high - got your number for future reference. Your heart sank, but you giggled flirtatiously like a dumb doll as you typed in your number into their phones.
"Mhm...," Calvin hummed in approval as you plopped right in his lap. "How impressive..." He hiccuped in your ear. You smelled alchol on his breath. A couple of the men gawked at you like you were something to eat. You shivered. You wanted to leave. Now.
"Thanks," you smiled, "I really missed you," you murmured suggestively and wrapped your arms around his neck. He blushed and hummed happily. That was a flat out lie and he knew it. But if you didn't act like a madly-in-love whore in front of his friends, you'd get a beating later.
"Alright, guys, sorry but I gotta leave," he stood up with an arm around your waist. "Don't wanna keep the slut waitin'." He smirked suggestively at you.
"Tsk, Calvin!" you mockingly hit his arm and giggled. He grinned and his friends whistled, saying their goodbyes as you two left. It still amazed you that they didn't see through that. As soon as he shuts the door, he slapps your ass and you hold back a yelp. That hurt.
"Listen, Y/N, you're still not off the hook," he growled quietly in your ear. "Give me the keys." You did as you were told. Calvin walked you to the passenger side, shut the car door when you got in, and started the engine. His eyes stared intensely on the road through whole drive. With nothing to do, you played with your hands on your lap.
Soon, Calvin pulled up into the driveway of his small prefab. You followed him into the living room and sat obediently on the couch as he sucked on a cigarrette.
He gave you a look. You looked away.
"Hmm, when will you learn...," he mumbled, "Such a fucking whore." He took a drag out of his cig. Your throat tightened in disgust.
"You should have stopped right there and called me." His fist slammed on the table. You jumped a little. Calvin's face twisted in anger. He looked insane.
"I... I didn't hear..." you murmured.
"Fucking bullshit." He raked his hand through his gold hair. "You were probably blowing him off with those sweet lips, now weren't ya?"
"Calvin...," you pleaded. You didn't want to go through this.
"Baby, when are you gonna learn?" He stepped closer to you. You tried not to shrink back. He sighed, looking at you like a child who doesn't understand. "Daddy always comes first."
"Please...," you whispered earnestly. "I'm tired.."
"Oh you're tired?!" He laughed. "You are tired. Okay, let's see. Were you so tired you had to fuck a dude? Huh? Cuz, you know daddy's needs come first little whore."
"Daddy...," you hated calling him that, "I'm sorry."
"No. No, you're not. I know you're not. You need to take it up the ass, that's what you need." He unclipped his belt.
"No...," tears streaked down your face. You held back a sob. "Please..."
"Give me the money."
You pulled it out of your pockets. He greedily snatched the dollar bills. Calvin looked you over hungrily. You wanted to be anywhere but here. He blew smoke over your face, causing you to cough.
Before you could catch your breath, he squeezed your arm and threw you on the floor. You tried to crawl away but a foot slammed on your hand, nearly breaking bone.
"Don't fucking move."
Calvin stomped on your back and pulled your pants down.
"Pl-Please..." You tried to cover yourself.
"What did I say?!" Smack! The belt slapped against your bare ass. Your gasped, crying silently. You didn't want the neighbors to hear your wails. Smack! Smack! Smack!
He lifted you up by your arm; you hung limply, daring not to look him in the eye.
"Look at me!" Before you could ever meet his eyes, he kicked your in the stomach and punched your in the cheek. You screamed and sobbed violently as blood trickled down your lip. He proceeded to kick your body and slap your face with the belt for a good five minutes before stopping his torment upon you.
You could barely see him from the pool of tears spilling from your eyes. You clutched your bruised stomach, sobbing and racking against waves of sorrow. Calvin stood there quietly for a few minutes, satisfied with his work.
"Go to sleep my little slut." He kneeled beside you, kissing your cheek. You sobbed quietly, stopping yourself from moving away. Your body shook and trembled under him. "Tomorrow's gonna be a big day. You're gonna have to bring home extra money for daddy."
He planted one last kiss on your lips before you fell unconscious at his feet.
End Note: ... this turned out darker than I expected ;-; this chapter is basically what the MC goes through on a day-by-day basis
