Zeke's Rule(10)

Alessandria didn’t speak as she sat down in a chair. The doctor took her blood pressure, tested her pulse, and even weighed her. When it was time for her to get on the table, Alessandria had tears falling down her cheeks. The sight of it twisted his gut. He wanted to rush into the room, pick her up, and carry her away.

Her feet went into the stirrups, and the assistant brushed the tears away.

“It will be okay. It’s not seedy, and it’s just like going to the doctor’s office.” Alessandria nodded, but that didn’t stop the tears.

The doctor moved away from between Alessandria’s thighs and left the room. In the next second, Zeke’s phone went off.

“Zeke,” he said, answering.

“I’ve got a problem.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve got one of your clients on the table, and she shows evidence of being raped, Zeke. What do you want me to do?”

Grabbing his cell phone tightly, Zeke wanted to kill the man who had done this to her. “Finish the examination, do the necessary STD tests, and send me the results.”

None of the women would be working until the test results came back. Until then, they would be cleaning the club and other things that didn’t get them near a client.#p#分页标题#e#





After the examination, Alessandria wasn’t sent to the room with the other women; she was taken to an office, a rather scary office that overlooked the whole club. Alessandria sat watching the people on the dance floor having a good time. They weren’t just enjoying themselves; they were having a great time. She saw the women in scantily clad clothing flirting with the men. The men were having a lot of fun, eyeing up the women. She saw them all touching each other, caressing their bodies. It had never been like that with Gerald.

He’d taken her virginity and taken whatever pleasure he could. There had been no touching, no love, and it was only now that she was realizing what little affection she’d been given. She’d been used and cast aside.

Alessandria thought about what Rachel had said. Zeke was a fair man. If they wanted to settle down, he let them. There would be no settling down for her. Gerald would find her, take her, and put her back to work. He’d told her in explicit detail everything he’d do to her. She was a slut and sluts were only good for servicing cock.

Her secret was why she was here, why she had to stay silent, do what she was told, and think of a way to escape. She could play along, pretend to be the good little whore, but all the while, she would be thinking of how to leave.

She wiped away the tear falling down her cheek. It was a wasted tear, wasted emotion, and she took a deep breath to force them all down. Her life was long gone. What little freedom she had was gone.

“I’m nothing.” Talking to herself wouldn’t help either.

Glancing down at her wrists, she saw the bruised marks on the cuffs. She’d tried to get away and to tell them to let her go. Alessandria hadn’t been heard. Her voice no longer mattered.

What would happen if she had a disease or an infection? Rachel had told her that the doctor checked her health, and there were tests to check in case she’d been with men without a condom.

Gerald had never made the men wear a condom. Bareback was how they’d taken her, shared her, and beaten her.

Biting her lip, she forced the memories back. It was another time, another place, and she had to focus on the here and now.

The door opened, and she turned toward the man who’d killed right in front of her eyes, Zeke. He closed the door and walked straight to his desk opposite her.

“You don’t have a fucking clue who I am,” he said without question.

“I do. You’re Zeke.”

He chuckled. “The women you were just with knew me. They all know of me. My reputation exceeds me.”

“Good for you.”

“You don’t know me; you’re not like those women.”

Alessandria shook her head, putting a wall up, pretending to be brave. She needed to try to be that way to survive. “You don’t know that.”

Zeke tilted his head to the side and stared at her. It was like he saw past the lies and saw all the pain she was suffering. He saw something that she thought had been gone a long time ago.

“You were raped, not once, but multiple times, I believe.”

Shame filled Alessandria and she stared down at her hands. “So? I’m a slut, right. I deserve it.”

Zeke moved out of his chair, rounded the desk, and knelt in front of her. He took hold of her chin, and she was surprised that his touch was incredibly gentle. There was an underlying promise that his touch could easily turn to pain. She wondered for a second how many women had been fooled by his sweet touch.