100 Days of Loving You

My world

"Aarrrkhh! It hurts, Lan_Slow down." I said as Wulan was helping to clean up all the cuts and bruises on my body.

"Yes, Sorry. It's slow, but it's really bad for you." replied Wulan.

"Sorry Tan, I forgot to say that Mr. Frans likes to hit and torture if again connected." continued Nina.

"Aishis... Sufferers of Sodomasochism." I grumbled, holding my bloody, almost torn lips.

Sadomasochism is almost similar to ederasinism, only I they feel satisfied when it comes to ***** when hurting their partner. The more his partner feels pain they feel the expression of his pain as a passion generator. Usually, Sadomasochism sufferers are motivated by past acts of sexual violence.

I could only sigh and reflect back on my fate. Because of this, I can only serve One man. In fact, there were some who charged an appointment to meet me outside.

"Thankfully, she gave me a lot of tips. Pretty good, make medicine." I said by counting the sheets of money in hand. Then I gave a red sheet to Wulan and Nina.

They're friends of one of my professions at Madam Lola's house. Friends of the profession in doing all this illegal work.

Yes, haram indeed. But this is all I can do to make a quick buck, and pay for my father's treatment at the asylum.

Sometimes the question arises, Why should he finance it, while he also never remembers me as his son. And all this time, he's been torturing me for the dissatisfaction in his life.

Tonight, I'm lying on my dirty bed again. On that bed, there were countless more men who had enjoyed my body. From officials, businessmen, even high schoolers who can only pay me half of the normal price.

Sometimes it makes me laugh at myself. As if I were their teacher in the lesson of sexuality. Funny, when I imagine it especially with all their innocence.

Three years ago.

Pyaayar!!!

A glass floated and hit the wall of the white house. Now dirty with black stains of coffee from my father who again had to rampage.

"You see? You see there! No one remembers your father's service. The services you've given to those who need a job at that company."

"Well, calm down." I cried again afraid of him.

"You said calm down? You don't know anything about any of this, Intan. In the past, the father still managed to get in that position, they all flocked to the father with all his gentle seduction. Ask your child to come in and work there. But now? After they boarded, and dad started coming down. They all turned a blind eye to the service you had given them! Don't know thank you!" said Dad, who this time hit the dinner table.

" It has been, Dad. Just so, how do you want to try again? Time yes, want to come to them One by one, keep asking for service money? Shame, yeah." I answered, cleaning the glass.

Dad didn't answer, he just looked at me sharply and walked up to me. And, he stepped on my hand with the glass underneath.

"Aaaarghhhh! Sick well, not yeah... Forgive me." I cried with tears that were almost dry.

"Your wounds can still be treated with gauze and betadine. But dad's wounds? No one will be able to treat it." he replied, in a flat tone and still looking at me sharply.