1 My Women Arenst Cheap (1/2)

Jessie

Fifteen years old

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”Sit.”

Folding my hands together, I sat on the hard wooden chair against the back wall. I didn't say a word, because I wasn't allowed to unless he permitted it.

It was one of the new rules Virgo had so kindly decided I needed. I couldn't lie, it was hard as hell to not ask questions, to not answer back with a snotty comment or attitude, but I was trying.

Every day it felt like I was drifting further and further away. I wasn't myself. But how could I be? This wasn't my life.

My life stopped at nine years old. All of this was just a scary nightmare I couldn't escape.

”I have some men coming today.” Standing above me, he played with the ends of my hair. His touch a false tenderness, one I had learned to see right through. ”I don't want you asking questions, I don't want you looking at them, I don't want you to do anything unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”

”Yes.”

”Yes, what?”

”Yes, Sir.”

Patting the top of my head, he walked towards the long table in the center of the room. ”Now these men, my sweet child, are not nice men.” He was speaking into the air, his head facing away from me as he looked over the table.

So they're just like you?

The snippy question burned behind my eyes, searing my retinas like a neon sign. But I held onto the silence, choosing not to let it out.

That was my solace, my way of twisting his rules into a game of my own. He might have told me not to speak, but in my mind, I was refusing him an answer. It made me feel like I had more power as if I was controlling this dreadful situation.