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with curves in all the right places. I guess out of all the misfortunes I’ve endured since birth, I was lucky enough to be blessed with the most amazing genetics.
    My new life came with strict rules. M forbade me to have a boyfriend. Like threatened to go all ninja on my arse if I even went near a boy. I honestly thought she was looking out for me, so I did exactly as she requested. I was only a child after all, so I didn’t really care, or know any better. Boys weren’t high on my agenda at the time anyway.
    I was around the age of sixteen when M confessed why she’d handpicked me from the orphanage. “You’re exquisite, my dear. You have the face and body of a goddess. Those eyes, breathtaking . The moment I saw you I knew you were the one. My men are going to be clawing to get their hands on you.” I had no idea what she meant by her men. Unfortunately, I’d find out soon enough.
    I’m not going to lie, it was confusing and hurtful to think she’d chosen me solely on my looks. Appearance was very high on her agenda though, so it shouldn’t have surprised me. I was continually scolded if I hadn’t dressed to her high standards, or acted accordingly.
    As long as I played by her rules, I had everything handed to me on a silver platter. The finest designer clothes and vacations all over the world, but my new home lacked love and affection just like the others. Looking back now, I suppose you can’t miss something you’ve never really known. Sure, she treated me well, but there were times she made me feel more like an object than an actual human being.
    It wasn’t until my eighteenth birthday, that I discovered the real reason M had been putting so much time, effort and money into making me so refined, so perfect. As it turns out, she wasn’t as generous as I thought. I was in fact being groomed. Coming from where I’ve been, I should’ve known nothing in life comes for free, and the day would come when I’d have to pay her back.
    It was also the day I found out the M in M. M. didn’t stand for Miss at all, it actually stood for Madam. Madam Melody . Can you believe it? Monster Melody would be better suited. She owns the most exclusive, high-class escort agency in the country. I became her protégé. Her new meal ticket.
    “I have put a lot of money and time into you, my dear,” were her exact words. “It’s time for you to repay that debt. You will be coming to work for me.” The tone in which she spoke told me this wasn’t up for negotiation. I would be working for her, regardless. “With your exquisite beauty, that body, and your sweet persona, Jade, you are going to make me a lot of money. Make us both a lot of money.”
    A week after my birthday, her long awaited plan came to fruition. I was set up in my own luxurious apartment, and began my training which ultimately would make me her number one girl.
    Six months later, I was ready to embark on my new life. My life as a high-class escort, or prostitute for lack of a better word. She made me sign a contract, binding me to her for the next seven years. One year of service for every year I’d lived with her.
    It all suddenly made sense. That’s why I’d been forbidden to associate with the opposite sex. She needed to guarantee my virtue would remain intact. That way she could sell me off to the highest bidder like a piece of meat. Bitch.
    Initially I wasn’t happy about her plans for me, devastated would be more the word. After reading the contract, I felt sick. Physically sick. It hurt to think all the nice things she’d done for me over the years weren’t because she cared. It was obvious I was just a commodity for her sick and twisted plan.
    The only positive thing I could see in this situation was the kind of money on offer, it would give me the opportunity to set myself up for life. A chance to start fresh. To live my life the way I’ve always wanted to live it. I’d be able to do all the things I’ve dreamed of doing.