Elodie was always destined to be a sex slave. I mean, she wasn't destined in the spiritual sense, she wasn't that important. The truth was that her personality, through years of trauma and abuse, was so broken and warped that the only way she could experience meaningful love and connection with others was by being property. She just simply wasn't like the other women in her city.
That and it was bound to happen to her eventually anyway. She was beautiful. Despite years of drug abuse, she looked younger than her actual age. She had a tiny waist, her skin was soft to the touch, her breasts were a good size too, especially for such a delicate and underweight woman. And her face was round and youthful with big blue eyes, large naturally vibrant lips that were a dark pinkish colour, and a small delicate nose. She looked like a doll. Her only physical flaws were her self harm scars, and track marks from the intravenous drug abuse.
Women wanted to be her. Men wanted to rape her. And they did, often. She was a sex worker after all. I mean, what else was she going to be? She had no family and no friends who cared about her. Her looks were the only thing she had. Her entire life was opening her legs for creepy old men. And when she wasn't doing that, she was abusing opiates and benzos. Anything to feel numb and fill the space in her heart reserved for the love that she desperately craved.
She was getting older though. She was 26. She still looked physically young, but she just didn't have the energy she used to have. She was tired and struggled to even hold the basic conversations required to seduce clients. A lot of her sex worker friends from when she started at 19 were finding husbands and getting married or having kids or building careers and they didn't have time for her anymore. The girls at her brothel were younger than her too, most were like 20, and she couldn't relate to them much. They didn't share her traumatic life experiences.
Despite the fact that a still significant number of men wanted to use her young, delicate body, none of them wanted to marry her. She was damaged goods, hardly housewife material. They couldn't show her off to their friends on their yachts. She was covered in cuts and she had the body language of an abuse victim, which in many ways she was. If a man married her, his friends would think he's a total creep and a predator for marrying such a disturbed and vulnerable woman. Not that it stopped all these men coming into the brothel and fucking her anyway. When she wasn't getting used by a client, she usually just sat alone and daydreamed that some day, someone would save her from this life.
And one day a man came into her life and did just that. Though not completely. Her life would never be normal, but it was forever changed for the better.
She was leaving the brothel and walking home late in the afternoon. She'd been gawked at all day and only had one booking. She was so happy to leave for the day and go home and rest in her own bed where it was quiet and dark and safe. She could see the sunset over the horizon, it was a beautiful pink colour and there were gusts of wind blowing through the palm trees. It had been a hot summers day and the feeling of cool wind on her face felt refreshing. She stood there for a moment, taking in the beauty of her surroundings. Then all of a sudden, it started to rain. It was bucketing down and she could feel every individual rain drop hammer her skin. It wasn't a light shower. It was hardcore and all her clothing was getting wet and she needed to get indoors quickly.
The sharehouse she lived in was still one kilometre away from where she was though. Suddenly a man approached her and said she could stay inside his house until the rain stopped. She knew that could be hours, but she didn't even care. She just wanted to be some place warm. Thats all she was thinking in the moment.
She went inside and thanked the man. He then stepped behind her and closed the door. It had multiple locks on it. She was initially confused. And then suddenly she felt a wet rag over her face and she felt dizzy and like she couldn't breathe and then everything faded to black.
When she woke up she was in a dark room and she noticed she was chained to a bed by one of her wrists. She was still very tired from the drugs and decided to go back to sleep.
