The Grand Mistress

Chapter 172 - I'm Tired

Indeed the doctor was right, Simione was sent off to Gina. The new woman was a person of her mid thirties—beautiful, exquisite, seductive and very temperamental. She was like a trainer for the new girls to be sent off to the bidding arena or to VIP's. 

If there was one thing that changed in Simione's situation this time was the fact that many young women joined her under Gina's training. However, unlike her, they all came very willingly, or perhaps that's what she supposed but all the girls that trained under Gina were beautiful, willing girls whom they think of themselves higher than all the other girls in that building. In her few days of stay in the building, Simione knew a lot like the fact that girls in that building had rankings and some of them take whatever they the organizations have for them as a profession and not as involuntary servitude. She didn't know if they were being paid good for it but the way they looked and how grand they were wearing each time they had a session, she knew they were well funded.

Simione of course didn't come here willingly and so no matter how natural Gina's training was for the other women there, she cannot loathe the fact that they were doing. Gina basically trains them how to seduce men, please them, make them happy emotionally and sexually. She even teaches them how to act, like a scary little rabbit being hunted or a tiger who is taking charge. However, their acting wasn't on stage but in bed. They were taught that since their lack of experience and fresh bodies were the thing that made them special from the others, it doesn't mean they shouldn't be trained. They were trained for one reason, to make sure aside from giving their bodies and their first experience to their highest bidder, they also know how to keep their attention to them still on fire after the first night so that the organization still takes percentage on them on all their sex business after that and until the few years time.

It had never occurred to Simione that the prostitution ring had this type of face, a face that was rather telling one that it was a luxurious business but Gina kept on saying the world is naturally owned by men and women take it off their hands by winning them on bed. Basically what she was telling them was that, no matter how powerful a person a man is, he can never defend himself against a seductive beautiful woman. 

Simione for a day or two lingered on Gina's teaching, not that she wanted it but she didn't have a choice. However, as the days went by, the girl lost all her reason for leaving that each day she became dull and numb. Gina, who had a very bad temperament, didn't like Simione's act—which she thought was just a drama and so she punished her by not feeding until she got a hold of herself. However, Simione did not get a hold of herself and so the punishment lingered for days until one day the girl collapsed.

When Simione opened her eyes, she was back at the clinic and she cried knowing that she didn't die. She thought finally she could be in heaven with her father, but it turns out she was only dreaming and the truth was that she was still in hell.

"You should have allowed me to die," she said when she noticed the doctor at her side checking on her.

"I told you, you can't find happiness in the grave," The doctor reminded her. "Besides, you are far too valuable, the boss was already anticipating the profit you can bring in,"

"You are so cruel," She told her. "How can your conscience take the fact that the girls here are being taken advantage off, in the most cruel way,"

"Most of the girls here come here willingly, others like  were forced to pay off their debts. You however were sent here so you can have a second life," The doctor took note of the fact.

"How did you know?"

"Nothing much but the gang who sold  you here were murderers," She replied from Simione's query. "You should have been dead but decided to sell you here because they know your beauty is worth a ton of money,"

"They should have just killed me.."

"And let off the people who paid to murder you?" The doctor raised an eyebrow at it. "Are you seriously going to let them win? Now that you have been given a second chance at life, you should not waste it. Wasting it is like making the one who paid for your muder win at you twice,"

"As if there was something I could do!" Simione lashed out at the doctor who was the only person in that whole building who seemed a little human from all those who were in there. "They said once you get here, there's not going out,"

"I told you the way out…." The doctor hinted. 

"What? I don't remember—"

"The highest bidder. That is the way out. Didn't I tell you were lucky from among all the others? Not everyone is being sent to the bidding arena right away,"

"The highest bidder is a pervert, a maniac, or even a sadist!"

"Or a lonely person who needed warmth. You can get a shot at it, you'll never know!" The doctor replied to her with the same tone she gave her. "Besides, the highest bidder brings you to his place, he owns you then. Unlike this place, the place where he might bring you might have some source of telecommunication. You can ask for help! I'm telling you to have more chances when you can be sold to the highest bidder!"

"I'm tired!" Simione broke down this time. "I'm tired of fighting! You should have just let me die! You have let me rest! I have been fighting for everything my whole life!"