Alisha

Not a lot has happened since last night. Well that is, if you can call losing my baby not a lot. Arlen was “kind” enough to take me to the hospital, if you can call Arlen kind at all. When the bleeding started to get out of control he didn’t want to be responsible for killing me or something, so he told me to keep my damned mouth shut and he’d take me to the emergency. I did as I was told of course. Many times I wanted to run away, the thought came to my mind I should just scream for help and someone would protect me. But I knew a man as powerful as Arlen you don’t want to mess with. Not to mention he knew my family, so it was no longer my life at stake I had to worry about now, it was my sweet Marisa too.

I’ve been crying non-stop since I lost my baby. I feel so empty and so guilty. If it wasn’t for my running away my child would still be very much alive in my womb. If it wasn’t for my stupidity in thinking I could fool Arlen I wouldn’t have experienced so much pain. I never thought of myself as a stupid girl before, I always got good grades in school and I was always very helpful and nice to people who needed it, I think that’s why I had so many friends. But now I’ve got to be the stupidest person in the whole world, I thought and sighed heavily. I was so exhausted. I as so sick of being myself, I envied everyone who was able to get away from me, oh how I wished I could run away from myself. I don’t want to live this life anymore. I want to go home; I miss Daddy and Mother…

Marisa probably hates me, I thought. How could I just up and abandon my family? Lately these regrets have been haunting me. Right now I was on my way to Main Street on the west side of Huntington Beach, this was my third chance Arlen told me; I had to fuck at least one guy tonight or he would make my family disappear. I knew he was going to use my family against me to get me to do what he wanted.

“Hilary over here.” A very attractive lady said waving her hand. Who was she? I thought. And how did she know my fake name? I rushed over to her, my high heels clicking on the pavement.

“How do you know who I am?” I demanded as soon as approached her. She giggled, her teeth were hideous, she had gaps all over and the ones that didn’t fall out were stained yellow from coffee or cigarettes, I guessed. She had a lot of blackheads on her nose and she wore too much makeup, I thought to myself as I continued to criticize her. She had naturally pretty eyes though; they were brown with a bit of green inside the iris and she also had long beautiful eyelashes that were caked with a really old cheap brand of mascara.

“My name is Kylie.” She said holding out her hand. I shook it, still wondering how she knew my name. “And I’m one of Arlen’s girls. He gave me the 411 on you.” She finished.

“411?” I asked curiously. Once again she giggled.

“Yes, information, you know…he filled me in, gave me the scoop…any of this making sense?” she finally asked. I nodded my head and looked around my surroundings not really paying attention to her. There were so many girls working the streets. How was I going to find a guy when none of these girls are? Some of the girls across the street were shooting up or snorting different kinds of drugs while others were just drinking beer and smoking. I felt so out of place. I will never be like that, I vowed.

“So you live in Mrs. Delaware’s shack huh?” she inquired. I looked at her now fully paying attention to her.

“Wow, Arlen doesn’t waste any time with his 411 now does he?” I replied sarcastically.

“Actually, we all lived there. That’s where Arlen ‘shops’ so to speak” she concluded. Once again Arlen never ceases to amaze me.

“All his girls live there?” I questioned. She nodded her head and started to light a cigarette.

“There was actually this one girl that lived there… umm her name was” she thought, “Emily. Yes Emily. She was special to Arlen too, she was a sweet little thing like you are, let me guess your seventeen?” she asked.

“Actually I’m eighteen, what do you mean ‘special to Arlen too’ I’m not special” I argued. She giggled again, that was getting really annoying. I clenched and unclenched my fists to relieve some anger.

“Ever notice that big white circle in the middle of the bedroom floor?” she asked. Actually I did. And I found that very curious, I remembered seeing that in my walkthrough. The ceiling fan that hung by the mere wires was almost directly above it.

“Yes. What about it?” I asked. I was so intrigued. She smiled.

“Story time then” she concluded and continued to explain, “You see Emily’s family as from Africa and they had a lot of weird stories that they firmly believed in. Have you ever heard of the Synopsis of the Ramayana Story?” She asked me. I shook my head. I was kind of embarrassed, I wished I was more cultured.

“Okay it goes like this:

Dasharatha, King of Aydohya, had three wives and four sons. Rama was the eldest. His mother is Kaushalya. Bharata is the son of his second and favorite wife, Queen Kaikeyi. The other two are twins, Lakshman and Shatrughna. Rama and Bharata are blue, perhaps indicating they were dark skinned or originally south Indian deities.

A sage takes the boys out to train them in archery. Rama hits an apple hanging from a string.

In a neighboring city the ruler's daughter is named Sita. When it was time for Sita to choose her bridegroom, at a ceremony called a swayamvara, the princes were asked to string a giant bow. No one else can even lift the bow, but as Rama bends it, he not only strings it but breaks it in two. Sita indicates she has chosen Rama as her husband by putting a garland around his neck. The disappointed suitors watch.

King Dasharatha, Rama's father, decides it is time to give his throne to his eldest son Rama and retire to the forest to seek moksha. Everyone seems pleased. This plan fulfills the rules of dharma because an eldest son should rule and, if a son can take over one's responsibilities, one's last years may be spent in a search for moksha. In addition, everyone loves Rama. However Rama's step-mother, the king's second wife, is not pleased. She wants her son Bharata to rule. Because of an oath Dasharatha had made to her years before, she gets the king to agree to banish Rama for fourteen years and to crown Bharata. Even though he is now the king, on bended knee, he begs her not to demand such things. Broken-hearted, the devastated king cannot face Rama with the news and Kaikeyi must tell him.

Rama, always obedient, is as content to go into banishment in the forest as to be crowned king. Sita convinces Rama that she belongs at his side and his brother Lakshman also begs to accompany them. Rama, Sita and Lakshman set out for the forest.

Bharata, whose mother's evil plot has won him the throne, is very upset when he finds out what has happened. Not for a moment does he consider breaking the rules of dharma and becoming king in Rama's place. He goes to Rama's forest retreat and begs Rama to return and rule, but Rama refuses. "We must obey father," Rama had told him. Bharata then took Rama's sandals saying, "I will put these on the throne, and every day I shall place the fruits of my work at the feet on my Lord." Embracing Rama, he takes the sandals and returns to Aydohya.

Years pass and Rama, Sita and Lakshman are very happy in the forest. Rama and Lakshman destroy the rakshasas (evil creatures) who disturb the sages in their meditations. One day a rakshasa princess tries to seduce Rama, and Lakshmana wounded her and drove her away. She returned to her brother Ravana, the ten-headed ruler of Lanka (Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon), and tells her brother (who has a weakness for beautiful women) about lovely Sita.

Ravana devises a plan to abduct Sita. He sends a magical golden deer which Sita desires. Rama and Lakshman go off to hunt the deer, first drawing a protective circle around Sita and warning her she will be safe as long as she does not step outside the circle. As they go off, Ravana (who can change his shape) appears as a holy man begging alms. The moment Sita steps outside the circle to give him food, Ravana grabs her and carries her off the his kingdom in Lanka.” She concluded.

“Wow” I said. I thought for a moment. “So that’s a protective circle?” I finally asked. She just shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t really know, that’s what Emily believed, and that’s why there is that big circle there. She lived in that circle. Each night when she got home, she would make herself some supper and return to her sanctuary: the circle of course. And that’s where she would stay. She didn’t even bathe. It was disgusting.” She concluded.

“So what happened to Emily in the end? I mean where is she now?” I asked. Kylie’s eyes grew very sad.

“Well…this is where the fairy tale ends.” She began. “Because of the fact that she didn’t bathe herself she pissed away a lot of Arlen’s business. So he simply had her killed.” She finished. I swallowed hard. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe.

“K-killed!?” I practically screamed. I was so terrified. Arlen was so pissed at me for blowing my chance with Kevin, what if he was plotting to kill me now? My thoughts were interrupted when a man, in his early 20’s drove up next to me.

“Hey baby, you work hard or hardly working? He asked and laughed at his own joke. I smiled at him, trying so hard not to fuck up again.

“I’m working, I charge $200 every 30 minute increments, which includes the trip to wherever it is you want to take me so are you paying to talk to me or paying to fuck me?” I responded. His eyes grew wide with fascination. I got in his car. Suddenly visions of ‘pretty woman’ flashed through my head. Although I guaranteed this man wasn’t going to take me to Beverly Hills and buy me thousands of dollars worth of clothes and eventually we would live happily ever after.


When we got to the hotel I was shocked, it wasn’t the ritziest but it was still decent. Obviously he had money. I sat down on the bed and crossed my legs, placing my purse to my side. He smiled at me and started to take off his tie. He was actually really attractive. This man resembled Ashton Kutcher, sort of. His hair was cut short and he had beautiful brown eyes and his smile was nice too. He was a bit fatter then I would have liked but he seemed like he would be an easy fuck, I thought to myself. This time I didn’t waste any time at all and I was completely naked in just a few short seconds. My speed amazed this guy.

“Well I guess first thing’s first, we should exchange names” he said. I shook my head.

“No, lets keep this simple.” I said and smiled at him; I approached him and kissed his lips hard then threw him on the bed. It’s amazing how well you can perform under pressure when you believe your life is at stake, I thought to myself. I climbed on top of him and took his pants off, kissing up his leg. He wore briefs, which I found to be very unattractive, but I didn’t let that break my act. I slipped off his briefs and licked his fully erected cock teasingly. The taste was so bitter and salty, it tasted like it smelt: Ball sweat. Once again I fought to stay focused. I just kept chanting in my head, “Don’t blow this, don’t blow this.”

I leaned over and grabbed my purse pulling out a condom. And put it in my mouth then tossed my purse to the side. This aroused him more so which was my plan. After he put the condom on I slid back up and hovered on top of him. I was trying to re-enact what Devon had done to me on our one night of passion. I slide his cock inside me wincing at the pain; lately Arlen had been especially rough with me so I was pretty raw down there.

I didn’t let that effect me. I just rode this stranger like a galloping horse; his moans were very distracting and quite frankly annoying. I kept envisioning myself young again and riding my very first pony. I started to gallop faster and harder panting and wincing every now and then. Finally he exploded, his screams could be heard all through the hotel, I thought.

I rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed. He lay there trying to catch his breath while I started to gather my clothes. I looked at the clock and did the math while I dressed myself.

“Alright, well then I guess I’ll just be getting my money and I’ll be off.” I concluded.

“That was fucking awesome!” he finally was able to say. “I want to see you again tomorrow night, and every night for the next month” he said. Oh god, this was turning out to be exactly like ‘pretty woman’ I had already made $600 in an hour and a half. I shook my head; nobody could afford to have me for that long.

“Please, I’ll pay you whatever you charge” he said.

“No offense but I don’t think you can afford me, as is I’ve been with you for an hour and a half and you already owe me $600” I informed him. He just smiled.

“Name your price.” He said. I thought a minute and smiled, I know exactly how to get rid of this guy.

“One million dollars” I said.

“Done.” He agreed. My jaw dropped. “There is no way you can afford that” I fired back at him. Once again he smiled.

“This is why I wanted to exchange names. I’ll tell you what. I’ll pay you $1000 for tonight and tomorrow night we will meet again and this time go out on a date. I sighed and nodded my head in agreement. If this guy was for real and he could pay me a million dollars I would be completely out of date, and hopefully if I play my cards right I can manage to give Arlen half and keep half for myself and escape his grasp on me.


After I was paid this stranger dropped me back off at my apartment, I was so leery of that because not only did he know where I lived but if he was a millionaire I was surely an embarrassment now.

I opened my apartment door and went to the bedroom to examine that white circle; tears flowed freely down my face. “Oh Emily” I said to myself, I stepped in the circle and sat down and looked around. The world did seem so much safer from my bedroom. I grew very tired so I curled up and thoughts of my lost child flowed through my head, I cried harder and harder. I touched the edges of the circle, “I believe in your circle Emily, I believe it will protect me too” I said out loud to myself, and with that I fell fast asleep, dreading tomorrow, and every other day.

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