Happy Chaos

VIVIANA (TRIGGER WARNING)

ALL OF THIS TALK about Ainsley and the impending danger that lies over her and all of our heads was sending me back to dark times. A time in my life that I would do anything to forget.

Even when everyone else in the room left. I stayed standing there lost in thought. 

Before I know it I'm sent back to my childhood and the things following it. 

Some years ago 

Viviana

The inside of the brothel walls was the only thing I had ever known. I knew there was a world out there it just was never in reach. I wanted freedom more than anything but I knew it was something I would never achieve.

When I turned five was when the lessons began. I started to learn how to please men and women. I was the youngest person there. Being born into it when my mother got pregnant by one of her clients and gave birth to me. 

Before me they had never had someone so young. However, with the powers I possessed Mistress Red knew that I'd bring in money. I was a sex demon, after all, and they hadn't ever had one of those.

My mother didn't put up too many protests about me being brought into the business and never tried to fight for my freedom. She never once suggested that I be sent to an orphanage or somewhere. Anywhere other than here. She never even tried to get me out, either. She was totally okay with the fact that I was going to reach the same fate as her.

I know that she had been kidnapped from her village when she was about 18, but still. Even if she had been brainwashed and conditioned you'd think since I was her flesh and blood she'd realize how wrong it was. They were teaching a toddler how to give blowjobs and find a G-spot. How would you ever think that was okay?

Whenever I would misbehave or refuse to do something the mistress demanded I was put in a freezing cold shower for hours. They would finally pull me out when I was shivering and my lips were purple or sometimes when I would black out. They used this form of punishment because it wouldn't leave any marks or scars. 

"Men don't want a damaged woman" was what the mistress said all the time. There were some humans that worked there and when they would show signs of aging they'd be taken out back and shot. 

I got my first client when I was ten. It was one of the worst things that had ever happened to me. The client was a noble who had a pregnant wife at home. He liked to hear the scream of little girls. It was something that got him off.  I thought that once I matured he'd stop seeing me. Boy was I disappointed. He had continued to come and see me for years. He'd always say there was something special about me. Probably the pheromones that I constantly let off. It wasn't something I could control, unfortunately. He was an evil, evil man who haunted my dreams and turned them into nightmares.

The worst part about this client is that he had the ability to heal. So he could make me hurt however much he wanted. He could bruise and cut me and by the end of our session simply heal me before leaving. I think Mistress Red took inspiration from this because then she hired a healer. It helped broaden her clientele because then all the people fucked up in the head could truly live out their desires.

I hated my life and I wanted to die. I'd go to sleep praying for death and whenever I would be in an appointment with a client, I wished that they'd hit me too hard or cut me too deep and I would die.