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She made a sign to cut everything off, Rex released me by throwing me to the ground without mercy, but I was no longer able to feel anything.

Mistress Bella approached me, a sadistic smile on her lips. She looked at my body and laughed like crazy. Then turning around, ignoring us, giving her last order, disgusted

• throw this filth out of my house immediately, it's soiling my floor or I'll finish it off.

She left, the door closing behind her. I heard her footsteps moving away down the hallway, then silence.

I knew she was crazy, her change in attitude proved it to me, I promised myself never to accept a mission here again and especially her clientele because I was sure I would die in her hands.

The driver appeared as Emma lifted me up. We reached the car where the driver threw me into the trunk cage, started off at full speed, the journey was made in one go.

When the trunk opened it was dark, the driver threw me naked into the gutter in the rain luckily the street was empty, we were in front of the agency. Emma rushed to my aid insulting the driver while Ginger gave him a ticket for not having thrown me into a gutter at the side of the road in the middle of the countryside as his masters had asked him.

I could no longer stand up, my limbs aching and my skin burning. Emma helped me stand up, her soft and comforting hands on my arms. She looked at me with compassion, her eyes filled with sadness. "It's over", she whispered, her voice barely audible. I did not answer, unable to speak. I just looked at her, my eyes heavy with tears.

Ginger joined us, her face impassive. "We have to go," she said, her voice neutral as she opened the door to the agency where they took me to the infirmary.

At this point, Emma deployed all her know-how and sometimes received instructions from Ginger. She began by cleaning me gently with warm water and soap, taking care to avoid the most sensitive areas of my skin. I winced in pain at each touch, but Emma remained calm and professional, her hands moving with a precision and gentleness that surprised me. Ginger, standing next to her, watched every gesture, her eyes sparkling with intense attention.

I regained my senses as Emma cleaned me, applying herself with selflessness, when Ginger judged that I could answer she asked me questions about what had happened at Mistress Bella's.

• your feelings.
• I often lost my footing, sorry.

she shrugged.

• you liked, hated or neutral.
• I don't know I liked and hated, but she scared me I think she wanted me dead by pushing me into an agony of suffering, I think she stopped because she was going to do the worst.
• it's good you know how to detect the signs of danger, that's why a girl never goes to do a job outside alone, do you want to continue or give up?

I bit my lip unable to hold back an enigmatic pout.

• I'm staying but I never want to be the girl to satisfy this couple again.
• don't worry they're only looking for novices who discover the abominations they can make her suffer, but you'll have other clients who can ask you for worse, the test also allows me to be present in addition to the escort to avoid the worst.

I nodded understanding.

• do you want to keep your first name in your presentation sheet or another one?
• no mine it contributes to my involvement, can I sleep now?
• not yet she said smiling, you were great.

Ginger handed me a glass of water which I drank greedily, feeling the freshness spread in my dry throat. Emma, ​​still focused on my grooming, washed my hair with a mild shampoo, her fingers gently massaging my scalp. I closed my eyes, letting out a sigh of relief as Emma's hands erased the last traces of wax and urine from my body.

Emma put some bandages on two or three wounds, then put balm on the marks that ran across my body needless to say that few places had been spared.

Emma took a step back, inspecting her work with a critical eye, her eyes examining every inch of my skin to make sure that all the wounds were properly cleaned and dressed. Ginger, still standing next to her, nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

Emma handed me a painkiller.

• Take this to sleep or you won't be able to.

I swallowed it without hesitation, I knew this medicine worked.

• You did a great job, Emma, ​​she said, her voice soft and comforting. Emma smiled slightly, her cheeks blushing slightly under the dim light of the infirmary.
• here Emma your share for your assistance, she handed an envelope to Emma then another one to me, here is yours you will see that what you have suffered has not been in vain by giving me one, it is a test but paid I am a businesswoman after all.

I opened the envelope I was amazed there was 5,000 pounds sterling.

I was speechless, my eyes fixed on the contents of the envelope, unable to believe that such a sum was inside. 5,000 pounds sterling was a fortune to me, especially after what I had just suffered thinking that it was poorly paid. I felt a mixture of emotions jostling inside me, gratitude towards Ginger, but above all surprise and joy at receiving such a sum. Emma, ​​who had finished treating me, looked at me with a gentle smile, as if she shared my joy.

• I will only do the missions that you judge in my skills or that I am capable of carrying out.

She smiled knowing that time would tell if I would be able to stick to this good resolution.

• Well I'll leave you in 4 days you already have a client you are still on vacation, it will happen here, you will earn less but you will see, I think you will understand that this is what brings more in the long term if you multiply the missions of this type and your body will be grateful to you. Emma you take her home I will sleep in my apartment, take your time.

She went out without worrying about us anymore.

I remained motionless, my eyes still fixed on the envelope which contained the round sum, unable to realize the chance that was offered to me. Emma, ​​who had observed my reaction, came closer to me and gently took my arm.

• Come, I will walk you home, she said, her voice was soft and comforting. I nodded, still in shock, and let Emma guide me out of the infirmary, after getting dressed with difficulty with the friction on my wounds.

Emma took a service car from the parking lot, a black sedan with tinted windows that reflected the light of the street lamps. She opened the back door and helped me get inside, her hands soft and caring on my aching arms. I slid onto the bench seat, feeling the cool leather under my buttocks. Emma closed the door and walked around the car to get behind the wheel. She turned on the ignition and the car started up smoothly, the headlights lighting up the night.

we remained silent until I got home where she dropped me off, I saw a poster of the actress whose first name she had taken.

• say it's not you anyway.

she laughed and started, I never got my answer.