Chapter 6 Employment

• I was not brought back to the basement hostel with the other girls, instead, I was sent to a small holding where I would be alone. The room consisted of a single bed and a meagre blanket, a less-than-ideal side table.
• Then again what was I going to put on it I had nothing. There was also a small chair in the corner. I had no choice but to be grateful. As soon as I lay on that bed, sleep flushed over me like a monsoon drifting me into a dark void for me to find refuge.
• When I opened my eyes disturbed by the noises coming from outside my door, Paul was in the room. I got up using the coat to cover myself. “There is a high demand for the product, the people are asking for more. How soon can you make a thousand kilograms?”
• The question hit me like a bus, a thousand kilograms will take forever to make. That would mean I have to work tirelessly to reach that quota. “A thousand kilograms is a lot. Right now, the formula makes provision for a kilo at most,” I replied in all honesty.
• “Whose problem is that?” Paul vocalised his disinterest in my concerns as he bent forward on the chair.
• “I suppose I can try” I responded in a low voice. “But I will need to get regular sleep to avoid making mistakes and a proper set of clothes. The coldness in the basement affects my concentration.”
• He signed and then sat back, “You have a lot of demands. What do I get in return?”
• I knew what he wanted from the way he was looking at me. But I was not prepared to offer that. I looked up at him and answered, “A perfect product.”
• Truth be told, he was being unreasonable after all. I came up with a product that he would make millions out of and keep the masses happy, what more was he to expect? I was here against my will, now he wants to confine me to my will.
• "I will have clothes sent to you, you have one week to think of a way to thank me, otherwise, I take what I deserve.”
• In this place one has to learn fast, this was no threat, it was as good as a law when Paul spoke, and he must be obeyed.
• After two days, Paul walked in with a smile on his face. I had managed to make twenty kilograms in just two days. As he stood behind me, he quietly watched me work. I heard him whisper, “My generosity must still be rewarded,”
• I put the pods down to look at him. He just turned to leave without waiting for me to say anything, taking the sealed bags with him. My hard work paid off, if he was smiling. I spent some nights in the lab to try and reach the intended target sooner and after a solid month, I finally reached success.
• Drained of energy and depleted of all joy, knowing that this was far from over. After a thousand comes two thousand. Three million in itself was not an easy amount to come by, fifteen million needs a miracle.
• Paul gave me the day off after I had reached the requested quota. He was going to milk out that thousand kilograms for all it was worth before he requested more. I would need to be prepared.
• This was my new life, but right now all I could do was think of sleeping. I just wanted to bury myself away and forget that I was here. On Sunday, a day I heard being mentioned outside the door, Paul came for his reward.
• I had been so busy trying to reach the quota that I forgot all about it. When he walked in, he was intoxicated with a bottle in hand. His abrupt entrance scared me a bit, leaving little for the imagination to wonder what was on his mind.
• He sat on the bed and continued drinking straight from the bottle. Lit a cigarette, then looked in my direction. Handing me the bottle he commanded, “Come! Drink with me.” The smile on his face was pleasant. “We hit the five million mark today.”
• I was surprised to hear it, I had no idea what he was selling it for, my mind could only conceive that I was twelve million away from the initial debt.
• The bourbon tasted awful in my mouth, it was strong and bitter, making it hard for me to swallow. It was not worth taking another sip until Paul rubbed my leg. That was when I found the courage to force a large dollop down my throat.
• “You have made me happy, but I need to be pleasured,” he said, looking at my eyes for answers. I looked away, but he took hold of my chin. “Have you ever been with a man before?”
• I avoided answering him as I tried to remove his hand from my chin. Maybe he was in a good mood I don’t know, but I was sure that he didn't seem angry that I did not answer. I watched as he started unbuttoning his shirt.
• The bourbon was not kicking in fast enough. A few more large gulps before it started tasting like water. I was no virgin and no expert either. I understood what his actions meant. I just didn’t want to participate.
• His body under his clothes was surprisingly attractive. The many tattoos only served to highlight his attractiveness. The thoughts in my mind became dismaying, running into dangerous a thought process.
• It was too dangerous to try and run, I would need to face him right there and then now. My greatest disappointment was that the bourbon was not giving me the desired effect I was hoping for.
• Paul moved closer to me and grabbed my neck. At first, it only appeared that he was looking at me. A small tone of hesitation lingered in the air. Without warning he planted a passionate kiss on me.
• One that took my senses away as I was not expecting him to be so well-versed. My breathing became out of place, it was as if I was running yet my body was laying on the bed. For such an aggressive man, he was surprisingly gentle.
• His kisses on my lips were taking my breath away and the ones on my neck were instructive. The instruction was that I should lose myself to him, resist the urge to hold back and let him do as he pleases.
• My body was craving to give in. I felt his hands making their way up my T-shirt and massage the tension away. Then the bourbon kicked in.
• I began to moan like I wanted him to touch me, giving him a set of my own instructions. His caresses led me to a certain heat, making me desire him as a man and not as the monster I knew him to be.
• When my T-shirt hit the floor, Paul was already on top of me. He took his time to explore my body, giving me an intensity I had never experienced before. As my mind drifted away to my body’s desires and opened a door he eagerly entered into.
• My nipples tensed from all the sucking and whenever he breathed on them, the heat within my core grew stronger. Where did he think of these things? Creating desire on top of desire?
• His body presses were starting to get more aggressive and I could tell that he was growing impatient by the way he bit my shoulders. With his hands on my labia, I arched my back to the pleasure of it.
• My actions brought a smile to his face. “You are ready” he affirmed in a seductive tone. He reached into his pocket and took out a condom that was then carefully placed over his manhood.
• The initial impact made my body freeze, I was not expecting such a large package. The room was dark, I was never afforded the oppertunity to see it. At that point when he spread my legs even wider, I knew that I had not taken him in full.
• He was kneeling when pulled me closer and my body tried to comprehend what was happening, I lost my breath many times before the screams that came out were unfiltered. The tarty bed offered me no support to grab onto while I felt sensations racing through my veins.
• In the end, Paul was the only thing I could hold onto to offer me support. Every time I thought I was finished he squeezed out more energy out of me, every ounce completely drained. Coupled with the fatigue I had felt earlier on, I drifted to sleep in a matter of seconds.
• I could not tell when Paul had left the room. When I woke up, I was covered with a blanket and a covered plate of food on the table. I reached out for the cold drink to conquer my thirst. My body was tired and sore.
• My energy levels did not allow me to reach out for extra nourishment in the food. All I could manage was to look for my underwear on the floor, get dressed to cover the rest and slip back into bed.