△pavel - why were you kicked out of your old job? also sascha - any particular reason you saved him? - blanche
Pavel: “Well, uh, I suppose you already know the kind of work I did. I don’t think many would consider it safe work, but it payed well. I couldn’t afford to do anything else, you see. And it’s alright, you can call me a prostitute. Because that’s what I did. Only Jelle calls me a whore, though.”
But...but, uh, it wasn’t good. Of course I’m thankful for the money, but...we always had to have on our ‘happy faces’. No matter who came through the door, no matter what they wanted. If they could pay, they would get it. My mistress was...very clear on that. No matter what they did, we had to smile and be sensual and do whatever they wanted us to do. Or we’d get punished. Harshly. And I - and I was good at it. I was good at that.
But then there were these three men. I...I don’t think I’ll ever forget them. They came in as a group, paid as a group, an-and took me as a group. I...I begged my mistress to tell them no, t-that I was sick or hurt or whatever, but she just scoffed. She just scoffed and told them to have at it. S-she said they paid for me, me specifically, s-so I was...it was my job to do whatever they wanted. To comply and let them d-do what they wanted.
So they did.
And...and....I cried.
It hurt - it hurt so bad, and I thought my mistress cared about me, and...I cried.
They didn’t like that. After - after they finished, they left me on the bed and complained to my mistress. A-and that was it for me. I got thrown out that night. She just kicked me out. I was still wearing all my golden jewelry and makeup and all I had on were see-through silks draped over my body - Jelle was right, they’re whores’ silks - and I was on the streets. Just like that.
9/10. Please don’t make me answer questions like this. Please.”
Sascha: “I’ll be honest, he wasn’t much to look at when I found him. Just a boy in some sparse silks and a few pieces of shiny golden jewelry.
I hadn’t even seen him at first - it was dusk and really, I was looking for a place to sleep. And then I heard crying and pleading, so I looked over to see two men grabbing him roughly, shoving him into the nearest alleyway and slapping him to try and get him to shut up. It really doesn’t take a genius to see what they were doing.
But I was thinking more of those men than of him. I was like, ‘Those assholes.’ Like, go fuck your own wives, huh? So I went over there, kicked them around a little. They ran off with their tails between their legs. So I wiped my bloody fist on my pants and I was about to walk off, but then Pavel comes up and starts thanking me, hugging my leg and all that.
And I was like ‘Who the fuck is this?’ But then I was like oh yeah. Slipped my mind for a second. I kind of pushed him off and told him to fuck off, but he wouldn’t leave me. So I got tired, and just let the bastard tag along. And, well, he’s still with me.
Ehhh, 2/10. It isn’t much of a big secret.”
