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yet not
meeting mine as I gasp in shock and maybe a little outrage. Why
would a man this beautiful, this perfect want to pay have for sex?
Why would he even want to pay for sex with someone like me?
    'No way man! I already paid for
the whore, take your fucking money an go find your own!' Creepy
Dude argues not happy at all. He starts to tug on my arm again
reminding me that he still has me in his clutches.
    '£500?' Mike taunts, eyeing Mr
Beautiful doubtfully not really believing that he is serious. Even
I don't understand what is happening and honestly I can't say I
care anymore. My head is throbbing and my body aches all over as
the cold still assaults all of my senses.
    Mr Beautiful clenches his jaw
tight and his eyes are stormy as he reaches in his jacket for his
wallet I can only assume, until he grates out one word that seals
my fate, 'Done', he hands Mike the money and doesn't spare him
another glance as his strong hand encases my small one, pulling me
out of Creepy Dudes grip until I am stood behind him. Creepy Dude
starts to argue with Mike but I can't hear what's being said as I
follow distractedly behind him, being ushered into a really nice
car. The warmth wraps around me like a comfort blanket and I relax
into the leather seat, allowing myself one small moment to gather
my bearings.

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Chapter Three
    Liam

    I am stunned, I am sat in the
back of my car with a god damn hooker! I have absolutely no idea
why I just did that. I just paid £500 for a hooker...Me! I have
never paid for sex before in my life, not that I have any intention
of having sex with this girl but damn I must be out of my fucking
mind.
    I take a glance at the tiny
blonde next to me, she is cowering against the door, trying to
maintain as much distance as possible between us. Her body is
curled up tight making her appear impossible small and vulnerable.
I take the time to check her out and notice in the flashes of light
from the street lights we pass that she is covered in bruises, some
newer, some older. Jesus Christ.
    There is blood matted in her
hair and on her face no doubt from her hitting the floor. Trying to
calm myself I take a tissue from the compartment between our seats
and attempt to clean her up. She whimpers and flinches away from
me, squeezing herself impossibly tighter into a ball and I feel a
wave of guilt, she has been through hell and I take her by
surprise.
    'I just want to clean your cut,
I need to see how bad it is.' I explain softly, talking to her like
a small child. I have no idea how old she is, I can only pray she
is legal or else I just put myself in a very stupid situation.
    'Ohh... Sorry. Ermm... Thank
you.' She mumbles so quietly I almost miss it. She lifts her head
and for the first time I get to really see her face. I am met with
the prettiest, saddest blue eyes I have ever seen looking up at me,
clouded with so much fear and confusion I feel sick.
    'I am not going to hurt you, so
you can relax you're safe.' I say trying to put her at ease, I
should of told her this before I took her but I wasn't think
clearly. Obviously I have a hooker in my car! The disbelief that
flashes through her beautiful eyes tell me all I need to know when
she doesn't speak, just continues to stare at her entwined
fingers.
    'Have you been doing this long?'
I question and for some unknown reason the thought of her answer
fills me with an unwelcome sense of dread. She doesn't answer and
turns back to the window.
    'How old are you?' I wonder
aloud. She doesn't respond and I don't know why it bothers me but
it does. I want her to speak, I want to hear her voice again. I
think she owes my answers at least. God man get your shit together
she's a hooker! I scream to myself internally.
    'Its rude to ignore someone when
they are talking to you.' I state a little harsher than I intend to
as the whole damn days irritation takes it toll. But still nothing
so I let out a