Damaged Beyond Repair

Chapter Six

SIX YEARS AGO

KIARA'S P.O.V

I sat at the edge of the bed, my head bent in deep pain and agony. My head was buried in my hands and my thighs supported my elbow. Tears streamed down my eyes but I couldn't cry out loud; it wild have been of no use anyway. My body shook violently as I sobbed silently. The feeling of been r***d and sexually violated was the worst feeling ever; no matter the age.

The sound of the door opening made me raise my head. The man stood at the entrance of the toilet, his lower part covered with only his towel. I stared at him with a tearful expression.

"Your aunt will be here very soon," he told me.

I didn't even know what to say, so I just stared at him as he walked to the bed and laid down. He looked at me, grin lewdly and winked. "Maybe, we can make ourselves more comfortable."

I scrambled from the bed and dashed towards a corner in the room, trying to keep my distance from him.

The door to the room opened and my Aunt Laura walked inside, her heels clicking on the floor. I gasped as I saw her. "Aunt Laura."

The man stood up and smiled at her. "Laura, here you are."

She gave a swift nod. "And how do you like my gift to you?"

"Oh, I love it! You know my specialty. Young, ripe and untainted," he said with a wink. I just stood, huddled in a corner, hugging myself.

My aunt nodded. "I saw the money you sent. Good thing you stuck to our agreement."

"I don't back out of deals," the man replied. "So when next do you think I can have her?"

Have who? Me?

"Anytime you want, as long as you pay the money."

"Oh, trust me, I will."

What?!

"Kiki my darling, let's go home," Aunt Laura called out to me.

Home? Home?? What home? I shook my head frantically.

"Aww, poor baby. Would you like to stay here then? Was the s*x that good?" The man said laughing.

I stared at them in fright.

"Kiara Jones, come right here now!" My aunt said sternly and I quickly shuffled my feet towards her.

She patted my head. "That's good my dear. Now, let's go home."

It took us about thirty minutes to get home. Throughout the drive, I just sat down stilly and silently, hugging myself and staring out ahead, tears dripping down my cheeks.

When we finally got home, Aunt Laura slammed the door of the car and stormed inside. I followed silently, feeling scared. Once we got into the living room, she locked the door and turned on her heels to face me.

"Kiara Jones, I got reports that you were reluctant to work. Why?" she asked calmly but with a furious look on her face.

My body shook terribly as the tears came in faster torrents. "Aunt, I don't like that place. It's very scary. Please don't send me back there. The man hurt me."

She gave me a small smile and said softly, "Come here, darling." I walked slowly towards her. She started to stroke my hair softly. "Kiara my darling, listen to me and listen good. The next time I send you to work and you cause trouble, throw a tantrum or become reluctant to do what I sent you to do, I'll kill you like I killed your parents."

I stared at her, wide-eyed. She didn't mean that, did she? Even though her voice was soft and calm, I could hear the threat and seriousness in her tone.

She barked out a laugh. "Of course not darling. But remember, do whatever I send you to do and we won't have any problem. Am I clear?"

I nodded in fright.

"Wonderful. Now go upstairs and get some rest. You must be so tired. Make sure you wash yourself before going to bed."

"Okay aunt," I replied in a small voice.

"And prepare yourself. Your next time to work could be anytime soon."

"Yes aunt."

Turned out that my next time to work came sooner than I would have loved. The next night, my aunt dressed me up in a stretchy mini dress that stopped right above my thighs and barely covered my ass cheeks. She curled my hair and did my make-up.

"You are a lovely girl, Kiara," she said to me. "And I have to use that to my own advantage." Then, she drove me off to another hotel. This time to meet an older man than the previous one.

By the time I had slept with the fifth man, I soon realized that this ordeal was never going to be over. As long as I was still living with my aunt, I would always be a s*x toy and a means of making money for my aunt.