CAGED: In the dark embrace of my Saviour novel Chapter 7

Two weeks have passed since that strange man came here. In these two weeks, 3 more men came for the virgins but I got lucky that in the first week I was in my periods, and in the second week they didn't select me as I stood in the last and they choose one from the starting. Whatever it is, the thing I know is that I am safe. At least they are not taking me with them. And as far as I am safe from the hands of those filthy men I don't mind. But I know I cannot stay safe for long.

"Hey girl, stop your daydreaming and stand up. We have to get ready for the evening" one girl jerked my hand.

I huffed and stood up unwillingly. I got dressed and they painted my face with makeup. As usual, I stood at the end of the line hiding my face with my hair.

The man entered and started to step in my direction without giving a glance to anyone. Oh No! God please don't send him to me. I moved a little back and looked further down on the floor. My heartbeat picks up the pace and my palms turned cold. I gulped hard.

Now I can see his shoes below my eyes which means he is standing in front of me. I closed my eyes praying for my safety.

But you know luck does not work every time. He grabbed my arm and jerked me to move forward. I glued my feet on the ground not willing to move even one centimeter.

"Ah! Sorry sir, I guess she needs something. You go in I will send her shortly" and he left. Tiger dismissed the other girls and came to me.

"What was that?" He forced me to look up.

"I don't want to do this please," I said with teary eyes.

"As if you have any option" he dragged me towards the room.

"He is one of our biggest clients. I don't want to listen to any complaint from them" he pushed me into the room and locked it from the outside.

Oh No!

My hands start to shake and my legs became weak. Collecting my strength I looked up and found that same man whom I met two weeks back sitting on a chair with a cigarette in between his fingers. He was looking straight onto the wall. Either he was oblivion to my presence or he was ignoring me.

I stood there like a statue doing nothing and he continued with his smoking while looking at the wall. He ordered me without moving his eyes from the wall. It was looking like he was in deep thoughts, busy with his own story.

"Strip"

This was the first word that he said to me. His voice was heavy that can terrify anyone. I got goosebumps all over my body listening to that horrifying word. I didn't move. In fact, I didn't have enough courage to comply with his order.

"I don't like to repeat myself," he said in a low but threatening tone while discarding the cigarette. But still, I didn't move an inch.

"I said STRIP" he roared and I flinched back.

He stood up and took step towards me, slow and steady. He was looking at me with hate. I don't know what I have done to receive so much hatred from him. He stopped at one hand distance from me and looked at me for one minute with his hands in his pocket.

He moved his right foot towards me and I moved my left foot back matching his space, timing and, speed. Then he moved his left foot forward and I moved my right foot back. This went until my back hit the wall. He stood dangerously close to me but maintaining enough space that our bodies were not touching each other.

I looked down not able to match his gaze. He put his index finger under my chin and pushed my face up making me face to face with him.

"What is your name?"

He asked me with so much intimidation that my voice got stuck in my throat.

"Don't you have a tongue in your mouth or you just use it to please men?" I gasped at his choice of words. Tears pricked in my eyes. I cannot handle this much humiliation.

"Ufff...say something, don't fucking test my patience" he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Ana....Ananya"

I said with much difficulty. This is all because of his dominating and intimidating personality. My heart was pounding in my chest. We were so close that I am sure he must be well aware of the condition of my heart.

"Ananya" he repeated after me.

The way my name rolled from his tongue send chills down my spine.

"Now would you strip by yourself or do you want me to do the honor for you?"

I instantly shook my head and scrunched more into the wall. At the moment I wanted to melt into the cement.

"Good," he said while sitting on the bed.

He indicated to me with his finger to stand in front of him when I was not moving.

"Start"