Chapter 10

She knocked on his door slowly.

"Come in," He answered coldly.

"You sent for me sir?" She asked, avoiding his gaze.

"Why were you absent-minded in the meeting earlier today?" He asked strictly but her words were stuck down her throat.

"I don't care what your problem is but if this repeats itself, I won't hesitate to fire you, even though you have a good idea, I won't care," He said angrily.

"Sir, I need your help please," She said and he stared at her with his eyes blazing.

"With what?" He asked.

"My mum is at the hospital battling with her life and the doctor asked for $500,000 for the lung transplant, but I don't have it with me," She explained.

He laughed and cleared his throat, staring at her with a blank look.

This is one of the opportunities he has been looking for.

"To help you, there's a condition," He said in a cold voice that sent chills down her spine.

His green eyes bored deeply into hers as he spoke, It held no emotions in them.

"What's the condition?" She asked, avoiding his gaze.

He smirked, enjoying her uneasiness.

"Be my sex toy," He wore a sly smile.

"What!" She screamed.

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Camilla paced to and fro in her office, looking visibly disturbed.

She just came in from the hospital where she received the most painful news she has ever received in her entire life.

Her heart sank immediately as she remembered the condition her boss gave her but the most important thing that mattered to her at that moment was her mother's life.

She stood slowly with a determined but painful look as she took slow strides to his office, lost in her thoughts.

Immediately her boss saw her, he smirked.

"I thought you wouldn't come?" He smiled mischievously.

Camilla felt the urge to rush towards him and slap him so hard across his cheeks but she controlled herself so hard.

"Isn't there another condition?" She asked slowly, her eyes becoming glassy.

"If you aren't ready, you better leave," He said, facing his laptop.

"I'm ready," She said with teary eyes.

She doesn't have a choice to make as this is a matter of her mom's life and she cannot lose her now for anything, so she's willing to give herself in exchange for her mother's life.

He looked up and smiled slyly.

"I knew it," He said and she hissed silently.

He scribbled something on the paper and stretched it to her which she collected with shaky hands.

"Meet me by 9 pm on the dot," He said.

"I wouldn't want to wait for you," He said sternly and she nodded fearfully.

She walked slowly towards the door and banged the door behind her.

She rushed into the bathroom and closed the door behind her while leaning her back on the door.

How can she become a sex toy when she hasn't even had sex for the first time?

What a wicked world!

If she was told by anyone that a time will come when she has to use her body in exchange for her mom's life, she would never have believed it but now…

Her legs became weak and gave way as stumbled on the toilet ground.

She cried, closing her mouth to avoid sound escaping from it.

This is wickedness.

Why does life seem to have a bitter grudge against her? What did she do to receive this punishment?

What?

She asked herself inwardly as her tears ran down her cheek like flowing water.

"This is unfair," She said amidst loud sobs.

***

Camilla left her home, dropping a message for Larissa since she told her earlier that she was working overtime.

Camilla boarded a cab and stopped in front of Damien's Mansion.

She inputted the password he wrote down on the paper earlier and the door opened.

Camilla walked into the gigantic and beautiful house her boss lived in.

If it were on a normal basis, she would have admired the house but, right now, she feels like crying.

She came into the building with wobbling legs and her already swollen eyes.

"Finally," A voice said.

The voice she hates to hear, the same voice that caused her pain.

She halted and turned to him, avoiding his gaze.

"Come on," He said impatiently and walked away.

She gulped down emptiness as she walked behind him slowly imagining a lot of scenes that gave her goosebumps.

She paused for a while before entering the room.

Her boss was nowhere to be found and that made her happy for a few seconds, till she heard the door open.

There he was looking at her hungrily, his eyes ready to devour her.

He walked into a particular door, which she presumed to be the bathroom.

When he left, she tried to imagine how she would suffer when tears started rushing down her cheeks again.

'You're a fool, Camilla, you're walking yourself for money, you're walking your dignity for money.'

Her subconscious kept screaming at her. She really felt guilty but she can't let her ego for her dignity lead her to lose her mom, no, her mom first.

she kept repeating to herself.

She was lost in her own world, that she didn't hear the clicking of the bathroom door, but the next second she felt someone kiss her neck, as tears pour now more and more.

She tried to push him off but he started kissing her even more fiercely and violently.

He left marks on any part he kissed, making her wince uncontrollably in pain.

This was never how she dreamt her first time to be, she never imagined herself to be crying on her first time.

Damien hated that she was trying to push him off.

He wanted to take it easy on her but she is trying to prove stubborn.

'Is it not like she is a virgin?' He thought to himself.

"All women care about is money," He said t himself.

When her wincing turned into loud cries, Damien couldn't take anymore and pushed her to the bed.

As he started kissing her forcefully on her lips, she wasn't responding to his kisses which flawed his anger even more.

He made sure to bite her hard on her lips till he felt a metallic taste of blood as he left her lips.

She shouted, "Mom!"

"Please sir stop, I'm begging you, please stop this, you're hurting me!" She shouted.

'Is this how it feels to be raped?' She asked inwardly to herself.

Only the thought of it as rape made her shout more and more on top of her voice but it seems, he couldn't even hear her.

She looked up at the beast when he stopped for a while, maybe to catch his breath.

She looked at him with swollen eyes." The world of the poor and the world of the wealthy differs," meant, had it been she his class, he will never do this to her but just because she was poor, she has to receive all manner of abuse just to be given a loan.

Damien saw the way she looked at her and he stopped kissing her.

"Are you a virgin? He inquired, fixing his gash on her

"Yes… Please_" Camilla quavered before she was interrupted by Damien.

" Stand up from my bed" Damien murmured.

"Please you can do it, I can endure the pain, I need to safe my mum" Camilla cried bitterly.

Damien walked out of the room with sorrow face.