chapter 3

THIRD PERSON'S POV:-

But her luck was not really by her side that day. He caught her before she could reach the door and slapped her hard on her face. She fell on the ground with a loud thud. She felt something wet flowing out from her mouth. She touched the corner of her lips and saw her blood on her fingers. Her vision got blurry and the world around her started spinning like she was in a spinner.

What Tim did not know that she did not just look fragile but she was more than fragile. She had a phobia. She could not see blood at all. And seeing her own blood pooling out of her mouth. She lost her consciousness and her head hit the floor very harshly. Another wound was on her head as her blood pooled out of that wound. Tim smiled seeing her unconscious. He knew he could do anything to her and she would not be able to make any more fuss she had already made. 

She opened her eyes again and she was hanging with the ceiling. Her legs were spread apart and he could see her pink pussy. Her arms were tied behind and her mouth was covered with a red mouth gag ball. Her whimpers were unheard as the music in the room was way more louder for anyone to hear even a wolf's howl. She always did that. She played loud music before she would get started with her client. She said it always kept her focused on her work. Tears started flowing freely from her baby blue eyes as her eyes begged him not to hurt her.

Smirking widely, he picked up the glass of whiskey and downed it's content in one go. He just kept drinking while she was hanging in the mid air. She knew she had never hurt anyone. And she believed that no one could hurt someone who had never hurt anyone. But she was wrong. Because for devils, they like to corrupt innocent beings. He kept on drinking until he could not feel anything but his erect cock and the pink pussy in front of his eyes. He stood up after downing the last glass of the whiskey he was drinking.

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He heard loud and ear piercing cries. He frowned his brows hearing so many women crying at the same time. He wanted to choke the life out of them who dared to wake him up like that. A low growl escaped his mouth and he turned around on the comfy bed to complete his satisfied nap. He could not remember anything about the night he had spent with that raven beauty. But he knew one thing that he must have had her more than once to get his desires fully satisfied.

Suddenly, he felt someone grab his ankle and pull him off of the bed. He landed on the cold floor naked and his head collided with the hard surface of the ground. His head was already throbbing with the worst hangover he had ever experienced in his life. Then those women were crying so loudly like someone had whipped their ass and pussy so hard. Then his head collided with the hard floor. It doubled the throbbing in his head. He looked around and found all the other prostitutes inside the room. They were crying crazily. He did not understand what was going on. Anger took over his senses and he stood up from the ground. "How dare you to insult your client like this? I had paid everything that was written into that contract." He roared loudly at the man who dared to pull him off of the bed.

"Mr Tim Hudson, you are under arrest? You are charged with the crimes of forcing yourself on a woman, torturing her and choking her to death." A police officer said and he stepped into the room and cuffed naked Tim. 

"What are you talking about? She is…" his words died into his mouth as he gulped hard on the mess he had created. Her body was full of bruises. Her mouth and her head had dried blood. She was lying lifeless on the bed while he was enjoying his satisfied nap. He could not remember anything that had happened between them. All he could remember was, he was getting drunk. After that, everything was pitch black. No matter how he tried hard, he got nothing.

"But this is a BDSM club. I can do anything with them. It's your fault to give me a fragile woman who did not survive a few rounds of rough sex." He roared shamelessly. Blaming the others for what he had done. Hearing his shameless thoughts, one of the man prostitutes stood up and went to him. He stood in front of Tim then punched his ball so hard. He fell on the ground with a loud thud and lost consciousness because of the pain he was feeling in his balls.

The officer took him away while everyone was crying their hearts out seeing the lifeless body of the most loving and innocent person that had ever walked into the boundaries of the BDSM club. That BDSM club was exactly like the others in the town. They allowed their clients to do anything to their prostitutes until Alaina stepped into the club. 

She became friends with all the male and female prostitutes in the club. Also, because of her sweet smile and caring personality, even the owner and the management became her fan. That was when she asked them to care for the prostitutes who were working for the club. That the owner should do something to keep the prostitutes safe. After all, they were all a family. Agreeing with her, the owner decided to get their club registered lawfully. 

They would earn enough money to take care of the family. And also no one deserves to go through this kind of pain to earn enough money to support their own families or to get enough money to get themselves well fed. What Tim did not know, he was not allowed to give even a scratch to any of the prostitutes against their wills. And Alaina was never a BDSM prostitute. Hell, she was so innocent and fragile that all the clients were always gentle with her like they were patting a rose. She was very beautiful and very sexy. But at the same time, she was very innocent and the glue that was holding all the workers of the club together with the love she had inside her.