Chapter 7: 7. I AM JASON MORRIS


    ire returned to her office in the evening. Be''s appointment letter and ID along with the original ID


    was kept on her table.


    She casually took a nce but her eyes were wide opened. She couldn''t believe in what she saw. This


    was an ID card of a girl whose beauty was beyond what words could describe.


    Her pure spotless white skin, her rosy cheeks, lusty pink lips, God''s own creation of beautiful eyes that


    can make anyone sink into them , ck silky smooth hair flowing as if they were telling a story. In total


    her beauty was like of an enchantress. ire being into this business has seen plenty of beautiful girls


    but this one was unbeatable.


    Then she saw that this ID which was not made by any government agency or by anypany plus it


    was made only 4 years back. It seemed as if it was made for some special purpose.


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    Then she recollected the looks of ''Be'', whom she meet in the morning. A humble girl, who even


    though was just 22 years old but my the condition of her face skin, which was full of wrinkles, she


    looked like in herte 30''s. She had yellow dull hair. A hideous scar on her right forehead. Broken skin.


    Papery thin body.


    ire got goosebumps when she recollected her looks.


    Just 4 years. What has happened to this girl in these 4 years that she changed so much!!


    She doesn''t know why but she really wanted to know more and more about Be. She reminded her of


    someone close.


    "Be, What are you?"


    Another four months passed since Be started working in the club LAS DEUX.


    When night fell, the city would lit up in thousands of neon lights and another era of pleasure will start.


    Even though Be was slow in her work but she worked very efficiently and ire was very happy with


    that. Be was never distracted from her work and always did what everyone told her to do.


    She was always quiet and withdrawn, and she did everything that she was asked, even if it was not her


    work. She never retorted and never talked back, even if they purposely gave her a tough time.


    Be did everything, from sweeping the toilets, to cleaning the dustbins and disposing the garbage.


    From cleaning up all the vomiting to all the trash made in the private booths.


    She cleaned all the private booths and set them up daily before starting of the club. She made sure that


    each and every corner is well cleaned.


    Before going home, she always opened the thick curtains of these booths so that sunshine cane


    inside and freshen up the rooms.


    Be returned to her utility room and neatly ced her cleaning supplies there.


    She has just cleaned booth no. 709 where a young miss has thrown up. She pardoned all the guests


    and asked them politely to move outside the room for 10 minutes as the entire room was full of foul


    smell of vomit. She cleaned up the booth thoroughly and even lit few fragrant candles.


    Within minutes, entire room was full of Jasmine smell. The owner of the booth was very pleased by her


    and gave 50 dors as a tip. Be whose head was already down, said thank you and left.


    Her utility was so small that only two buckets can be kept in it. But it was very orderly and neatly kept


    by her.


    Be was now used to sleeping in a small cage, that''s why Be could manage to take rest in this room


    whenever she was free.


    Be never slept as she was scared that as soon as she will close her eyes, her nightmares will start.


    Its almost 4 months that she has left that hell but the shadows have not left her alone. Be knew very


    well that she can never evere out of those nightmares, not in this life atleast.


    More then three and half years back :


    When Be opened her eyes, she was tied to a toilet seat. Yesterday was a nightmare for her. She,


    never ever in her life was bullied and beaten by anyone. But yesterday, she was almost beaten to


    death by more then 10 people.


    Her entire body was painful and hurting. She was unable to open her eyes properly. She knew that her


    face must be badly swollen.


    She doesn''t know when she passed out but now when she has opened her eyes, she realisied that her


    hands are tied at the back, her legs are tied and her neck, with a help of dog''s cor and chain, is tied


    to the toilet seat.


    As she was struggling to get free, she was in horror. One by one the jail convicts came and started


    using that toilet. Be could not tolerate this yuckyness and felt sick and started vomiting.


    Be was already weak by yesterday''s torture and with this disgusting smell and so much of vomiting,


    she felt more dizzy and she passed out. She did not even realised that she feel on her own vomitus.


    The jail mates seemed to be pleased with this. They took few snaps of her''s and sent to a number,


    named Mr. Jackson.


    Be was woken up by ssh of cold water. Her body started shivering. She was no more in the toilet


    but inside a small dark room. Be was scared but eventually ining years, she became habituated


    with this cell. Cell no.16.


    It was a small room with smell of rottening walls. This prison never had any cell with number 16. This


    particr room where there was no source of sunlight was actually a dumper room for garbage. But


    now this room had one more function. From now onwards this was Be''s house for 4 years.


    Be woke up suddenly and found that her legs and hands were free but her neck was still tied with the


    dog''s cor and a stainless steel chain. Her clothes were already ripped by yesterday''s beatings.


    The gang leader, gave a look towards the cemented wall''s corner, approached Be with strong and


    heavy steps. Be''s heartbeat almost stopped and she was so scared that she urinated in her clothes.


    Everyoneughed so loudly as if something amazing had happened. Be was embarrassed...


    Be was out of her gaze with a loud noise. She was sweating all over body. It was She, one of the


    attendants of private booths, who was standing infront of her utility cubicle and was watching Be with


    so much of shock.


    She asked her with amusement in her voice, " How can you sleep in a filthy toilet? and that too in such


    a small space?".


    She was looking for Be for a quite a long time. She never ever imagined that she will find Be in


    the toilet, curled up into a small ball with her head buried between her knees. Her hands holding her


    knees so tightly as if, if she loosens them them she might fall off the cliff.


    She was little surprised and little annoyed. She is been looking for Be fromst 20 minutes and


    she found her in the least expected ce.


    She got irritated and scolded Be, " I have been looking every where for you, and you like a rotten


    mouse is sleeping here. Come on, move your ass up ande and clean booth 1001" she paused and


    then arrogantly said....


    "NOW".


    It was no secret that whenever anyone was in a bad mood, they would take it out on Be as and when


    they wanted.


    Be didn''t say a word. She picked her cleaning stuffs and slowly followed She.


    They both entered the elevator. But instead of stopping at the 10th floor, elevator was stopped on the


    6th floor by She.


    Be was not surprised when She shoved her out of the elevator. Be looked at the attendant with


    confusion, and the attendant gave her a look utter contempt and said, "What are you staring at??"


    "Listen babes, no hard feelings, but you know that the 10th floor is the Boss''s floor and ofcourse when


    you are called to clean the vomit there then surely some party must be going on and Bosses must be


    there too."


    She gave Be a harsh look and continued," and walking with you out of the elevator,... offfff.. i can''t


    describe, it will be so insulting.


    And please I don''t want to spoil my image because of you ugly aunty." She didn''t care about Be''s


    feelings at all.


    Be was just 22 years old where as She was around 27. But in today''s scenario, Be looked like


    an aunty and She was like a radiant beauty.


    She nced at Be contemptuously, "Take the stairs and do not dy."


    She was not at all guilty and added, " actually you should use stairs more often. You see we gals work


    and you sleep in the cubicle."


    As expected, Be did not fight back. She just dumbly said, "Oh, Okay", and it only made the attendant


    look down on her even more.


    "Ya... Whatever !!" saying that She pressed the close button and left. Be was not upset. These


    words does not affect her anymore. She has gone beyond these insults.


    As the attendant thought, Be obediently began to climb the stairs.


    This was the emergency staircase, so most people did note here. The only sound reverberating in


    this dimly-lit staircase was Be''s unsteady footsteps. People usually came to this section of the club


    only to have some secret rendez-vous.


    Be''s legs already hurts plus she has to carry entire cleaning equipments for 4 floors. She was a little


    tired.


    Someone has vomited in Boss''s room ofcourse it has to be cleaned thoroughly.


    Be was walking slowly and was in her own thoughts regarding the cleaning and all. This was her 1st


    time that she will enter this floor in the night hours. She has only visited this floor during her routine


    cleaning during the day time.


    Be was in her thoughts and was very tired.


    She did not pay attention to the couple who rushed out of the door, towards the staircase. They were


    kissing very passionately. Their movements were very hot and heavy.


    Be stopped and stood like a statue at the same point. She inwardly cursed her luck. What a thing to


    encounter.


    The girl suddenly pushed the door hard, Be was caught off guard and because of her old leg injury,


    when she backed up too abruptly, her leg stumbled and she lost her bnce. By now, she was fully


    prepared to take the tumble.


    However, arge hand suddenly appeared at her waist and caught her in time.


    Jane''s heart was still pounding, but before she could feel relieved, she suddenly realizied that a man


    she did not know had his arms around her.


    Even though it was not the first time that an unknown man held her but she felt ufortable.


    Be quickly got herself free from those arms, with her head down, she apologised in her hoarse voice,


    "Sorry Sir".


    "Sir!!!!"..


    He smirked and bent down, and while moving right hand for a handshake, he said in an angelic and


    seductive voice, "Hii.. I AM JASON MORRIS."