The next day he had sent me a phone where he had already registered two numbers.

His own and that of his henchman who was called Gauthier.

I was sad. I wanted to see my mother. I wanted to make sure of his state of health.

Was she doing well? I was sure she needed me. But I couldn't disobey. I had decided to wait for the boss to come in the evening to talk to him about it.

In the afternoon I received an SMS.

-Get ready, you'll go shopping. I don't want to see his washcloths on you anymore. A car will pick you up in 30 minutes. He was the boss

-I will be ready sir.

- And stop calling me that. It's old.

As agreed the car came to pick me up. He had put one of his men at my disposal.

-I am Ahmad and I will be at your disposal for any need.

He put words to action by opening the car door for me.

We left clothing stores behind us without stopping. We had to go where the boss wanted us to.

We had nothing to pay.

I just had to choose. He will pay the bill.

I felt like I was robbing the store.

Instructions had been left.

The manager had put at my disposal clothes not to my taste but that of the boss.

We spent almost 3 hours in this shop.

I was happy when we headed out.

But we did not take the road leading to the residence as our direction.

I had been taken to a care shop. Manicure, pedicure, exfoliation, massage.

I was exhausted. I just wanted to go home, rest.

We had finally decided to go home.

My closet was full to bursting.

I had enough to wear for a year or more.

I felt lighter after all these treatments.

All the money that had been spent that day could be used to pay for my schooling, to find us a more airy house for my mother and me.

But what I wanted didn't count.

I took a shower before jumping into bed. I was very sleepy when I received a call.

-I'll be there tonight at 10 p.m.

I knew what I had to do. I was going to take advantage of this evening to make a complaint to him.

For that he would have to be satisfied.

I started downloading tutorials with my smartphone.

I had to see my mother and I was ready for anything.

I don't see the time pass.

It was already 9:30 p.m. I took a quick shower. A light scent and to top it off I put on a red thong. I covered myself with a light top that let my shapes show..

I made sure I had gathered the necessary materials.

I was stressed. I wasn't sure I could put what I had learned into practice, but I had to.

At 10 p.m. he was there. Without glancing at me he continued in the shower.

After he finished he joined me.

And contrary to what I thought he just asked me to dance.

He had himself chosen the music on which I had to do it.

I kind of music that makes you dream, sensual..

The title was "thinkin about you"

He also chose from what we had paid earlier in the day what I had to wear for the occasion. Which meant that what I had already put on weren't to his liking.

A glass of whiskey in hand he was watching me.

I was not an expert on the subject but I knew how to manage.

The evening was going to be interesting.

I applied myself. I was going to the rhythm of the music.

I was trying to be as sensual as possible.

At one point I pretended to remove my cleavage. I resigned myself. I gave him a mocking look.

I felt that I was having an effect on him. He took it upon himself not to touch me.

I didn't know the reason.

The music hadn't stopped yet, I continued. He was going crazy.

He ran his fingers through his hair and back to his lips.

He motioned for me to stop. He cut the music.

The atmosphere was calm. He was drinking his Whiskey staring at me. I was there. I avoided his gaze.

He put down his glass.

He came to find me. He clapped my hands against the wall.

And making me feel his breath tells me calmly.

- Don't play this game with me anymore, you won't like the rest.

He was ready to leave my room when I grabbed his arm and asked him in a broken voice to spend the night with me.

-I was used to sleeping with mom. I'm a little afraid to sleep alone.

-For this night.

I lay down on his chest.

It was time. It needs to be done.

-Sir? Uh.... Sorry. How should I call you?

-Speak.

-I miss my mother and I really want to see her. Could you give me permission to come by her house tomorrow?🥺

She is all I have and it is for her that I am here. It will be my pleasure to see her again. If only for one last time. Please.

-.....

-🥺

- We will see this detail tomorrow. Good night..

I had some hope of seeing my mother again. I crossed my fingers.

Very early the next day he woke me up.

He didn't want me to go out.

To say that the night had made him change his mind.

How weird can it be.

It was not to be negotiated. But I had permission to call him. He was gone. I was not satisfied but I had no choice. I had to get used to it.

I took a shower.

Unlike the others, my breakfast was brought to my room. I was not allowed to take it to the salon.

After I finished I picked up my phone.

I took a deep breath and made the call.

After a short time she answered.

- How are you mum? It's Martha.

- Oh damn it. Why have you been silent all this time. Where are you ? know?

-I'm fine, mom. And your state of health?

-I received the transplant. I'm still on medication so my body won't reject her. Every day I receive provisions in your name. My room is paid, my treatments are free. Where do you get all that Martha money?

Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I'd already be dead. I will owe you.

-It's my duty, mom.

-Where did you get all this money for my care?

What is your job? You have not answered.

-I'm a cleaner from an extremely wealthy family. They live at the other end of this town. They are people with good hearts. They were ready to take over your care and in return I would have to work for them regularly. Reimbursement history.

- Are you treated well there?

-Yes mom. Just that we are not allowed to walk around. We are always at home. Reason why I'm not visiting you.

-When will you be back?

-I will only be able to come home when the money spent for your care will be compensated.

When I finish the discussion. I was relieved to hear her voice and make sure she was really well.

I had lied. It was for his good

She was very attached to her principles. Finding out that I was doing this work, for whatever reason, could delay his healing process.

I prefer to keep it a secret.

I still didn't understand why the boss wanted to keep me locked up. But the fact that my mother was happy was the most important thing to me.

I spent the rest of my day playing cards and chatting with Ahmad. Since the last time we had gotten a little closer.

-Why are you doing this?

-What?

Please don't play innocent. You are beautiful, young. You have the future ahead of you. Why choose to do this?

-We don't always have a choice in life. Sometimes we do certain things not because we don't enjoy them. But because we don't really have any other alternatives.

Yes I am young but my responsibilities were those of an adult.

As it is often said "Child with adult problems".

I just hope that the one I'm doing this for can one day forgive me.

- Don't worry, I'm not judging you. I will always be there when you need help. You can count on me.

-Thank you.

He then showed me around the residence. What I had seen was only a part of who she really was.

It was now dark, I had to go to my room...