Her screams echoed in the lonely room as he tugged viciously at her hair.
"Just fucking take it, you bloody slut. You're not worth a shit," he spat at her.
Tears streamed from her eyes, staining her pale skin. Her skin was marked in a kaledioscope of colours... black, blue and red.
Katrina made no attempts to fight back, nor even respond. She was paid for it, right?
In such a world, who would care for a 'bloody slut' like her?
She didn't think if she died that anybody would even cry for her.
A laugh escaped from her mouth as she remembered what her mum had told her the night before she decided to jump off that building, right in front of her very eyes.
'You make me proud now Kat, don't follow me,' she had said, tears rolling from her face.
Why the fuck were all the men in the world such assholes?
Why had her father cheated on her mother like that?
Why did her mother have to leave her alone in a world like this?
'What's so funny little shit? You like it rough don't ya? Don't pretend you're so innocent,' he said, continuing his own act of pleasure.
'Are you proud of me mum?' thought Katrina. 'You all made me live like this.'
'You can see me now can't you? I hope you're proud of your little daughter.'
She had been a happy, joyful girl before everything crashed at her feet. Living in a world full of glittery hope, she had big things going for her. She grew up with all the toys she wanted, with the loving smiles of her parents.
At what point had it gotten so bad? Or was it always like that, but she was unaware because she was so happy herself?
Had she ever looked at the early signs, when her dad stopped attending the family parties? When he stopped coming home for dinner, because he had 'work'?
She had never even doubted him, after all, he must be working hard if she recieved a new car for her birthdays, right?
She didn't know that
working hard had meant cheating on his mum with the fucking secretary.
'If I find that slut, I will definitely kill her,' she thought.
The man, whose name she didn't even know finished off and chucked a couple of bills on the bed.
'Here,' he said, back turned to her. 'What you love best, apart from sucking cock.'
How wrong he was. She hated having to lower herself to such a position, it was both uncomfortable, unfufilling, and everything that the bloody skank would've done to her father. And anything that they shared in common disgusted Katrina even more than the disgusting male figure, who was now proceeding to the shower.
'Fuck you bastard,' she yelled after him, picking up the scrunched up bills.
'Hah, so this is what your worth..' jeered the voice in her head.
Even she hated herself. Who would like her?
She walked over to the mirror, eyes now swollen, skin bruised, hair drenched in sweat and tears. There was nothing attractive about her, no remnants of the girl she had once been.
Her dark shining hair had lost it's lustre, now tangled and oily. Her perfectly manicured nails were now dirty and chipped.
What once was a woman at her peak, quickly fell into the wrong hands, which went into the wrong places.
Things she never knew, things she could never even fear happened.
She felt dirty, used, and violated.
By her father, her mother, and the nameless men that used her for sex. The men who needed to get their own power-fix, or to get away from their bossy-homes and instead spend their night with a whore. The unfaithful never seemed to have enough.
'Why has everyone forsaken me?'
The hum of the shower running, with the man humming an outdated tune that had been played too many times.
Buzz. Buzz.
No caller ID.
'What?' said Katrina, not in the mood for anything.
'Kat, we've got another job for you,' cooed the sugary sweet voice, which could only mean her pimp wanting to sell her to other men.
'How many should I fuck a night ay? Haven't I done enough? You're a dictator, you know?' she answered.
The sugary voice laughed, 'What do you know slut? Do you want it or not? He's offering a high price, and there's many others who're willing.'
Katrina sighed, still holding onto the bills in her hand.
'Text me the address,' she said, before hanging up.
She didn't even have time to shower or get ready, but who the fuck cares? Showers weren't going to fix the constant grime she felt, oozing from the inside out.
Her phone beeped, and the address was located in the rich part of town.
'Haa,' she thought.
Another rich business man wanting to fuck, cheating on his wife and his family. Exactly the type of man she hated. The type of man her father was... or still is. Who knows? She hadn't seen him since her mother's suicide.
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Arriving outside the mansion, Katrina scoffed.
It reminded her of where she used to live... before... 'that' happened.
Standing outside the gates, she wondered how she was meant to get in at 3am.
She buzzed the door once, in case she woke up the unknowing family.
A voice whispered through the intercom, 'hold on, I'll come get you'.
So, it was really one of those cheating men.
She saw a dim light out the front, followed by a silhouette walking out the door. His face was obscured by the shadow, but he motioned for her to walk in and follow him.
He led her inside a large house, though the details were hard to see through the dark.
'Try not to wake the wife, she wouldn't like you here,' he whispered, laughing quietly.
Katrina felt her blood boiling, like she really wanted to smash his head with one of his fancy, expensive vases, but self-restraint got the better of her.
They took a couple more turns, before he dragged her into one of the rooms and pinned her onto the wall, kissing her neck passionately.
'You're so beautiful,' he said, in between the kisses.
When he looked up into her eyes, Katrina recognised them at once. Hers. His face. His body. Everything. Katrina froze, a renching feeling gripping her. She felt like throwing up right there, on his face. On him.
All these years, this is how they meet.
'What's wrong babe?' he said, stopping his attack.
'So this is how he does it,' she thought.
Disgust seeped through every cell in her body. She had no idea how to react. The urge to kill someone in her life had never been so strong. Her fists clenched tightly into two balls.
So many thoughts ran through her head.
She wanted to scream out, 'You don't recognise your fucking daughter you assholemotherfucker-'
'You don't look so good,' he said, kindly enough.
'Uh..' she managed to choke out, whilst her head was still reeling with expletives.
TO BE CONTINUED -----
