satisfied Iâd be understood.
âWhen youâve given him the price,â Kas told me. âHeâll either say âGet inâ or heâll drive off. If you get in, you ask â Bocca or fica ?â â it means âMouth or pussy?ââ
Just hearing the words made me feel sick with disgust, and I knew I couldnât possibly say them â let alone do with a stranger the repulsive things Kas was talking about.
As we drove down the road from his flat earlier that morning, Iâd tried to memorise some landmarks, so thatIâd be able to get my bearings if I ever managed to escape. Now, though, I knew with absolute conviction that that was never going to happen. Kas had told me the night before, and again several times during the day, that if I tried to get away, heâd find me. Heâd already hit me and pulled my hair so hard that great clumps of it had come away in his hand, and when he described how heâd âpassed onâ to someone else a girl whoâd proved to be âthick and stupidâ, and told me he wouldnât hesitate to do the same to me if I disobeyed or disrespected him, I had no reason not to believe him.
In my ârealâ life, Iâd simply have said âNo, I wonât do itâ, and walked away from him. But I already seemed to have lost any ability Iâd ever had to stand up for myself. The previous evening, Kas had snatched up my bag, taken out my mobile phone, passport and purse, which contained all my money and my credit card, and slipped them into his pocket. In doing so, he seemed to have taken control of my life, and I was completely powerless to do anything about it. I felt as though I was tumbling through space, unable to save myself and dreading the inevitable moment when I hit the ground.
It was hard to believe that in just 24 hours Iâd learned to be frightened of the man Iâd thought was my best friend. I felt confused and disorientated, although in my mind there was still just one certainty: that he would stop at nothing to safeguard himself and get what he wanted, which meant that he wouldnât hesitate to carry out histhreat to harm my little brothers if I defied or disobeyed him in any way.
As we drove along the main road, Kas continued to give me instructions â although sometimes he could have been speaking a foreign language for all the sense I could make of what he was saying. Suddenly, my heart began to race as I realised heâd asked me a question. âAre you listening to me?â he shouted. âLook at me, woman, when Iâm talking to you.â Before I had a chance to turn towards him, he reached across the car and hit the side of my head, smashing it against the window and sending a sharp pain shooting down through my neck and into my hunched shoulders.
Although I was shocked and taken by surprise, I didnât make a sound, and Kas just continued talking as though nothing had happened. âYou must always have two packets of tissues, a packet of baby wipes and plenty of condoms,â he said. âYou never do it without using a condom and never, ever , anally.â He looked disgusted as he added, âThat would be wrong.â
Wrong? Was that really the only part of it that he thought was wrong? I felt as though I was trapped in some surreal nightmare.
âThe price you give them is for 15 minutes â maximum,â he continued. âIf they take longer, the cost is more. You never agree to go with someone to a house without telling me first. If you call or text me, you must immediately delete that call or text from your phone log. Do you understand?â
âYes,â I whispered. âBut Iâm frightened. What if someone hurts me? Please Kas, donât make me do this. There must be some other way.â
âWhoâs going to hurt you?â he snapped, lifting his hands off the steering wheel so that I cringed back against the
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