She is an object, people cannot be so readily bought and returned as she has. So in her mind and the minds of many others she is something less than human, an object. She has developed a numb indifference to this, it has been her life for the last nine years and it would most likely remain that way. Sometimes when she laid in her bed she remembered, the little girl that had been sent away in hopes of her finding a better life. She knew her parents intentions had been pure, but she couldn’t help hating them for the world they had unwittingly handed her over too. Every morning she wakes up in her well-furnished apartment, paid for by the company. She ate a well-balanced breakfast, groceries on a company card reloaded every month. She practices her reading with the morning paper and after cleaning her used dishes she goes into her large bathroom. In her bathroom she cries, always over the porcelain sink, when the last of her emotions trickle down the drain she takes a shower. She readies herself  for the day, she dresses in one of her many elegant outfits provided through the company tailor. She usually wears her thick raven her down over one shoulder, usually by the end of the day it wound up in a ponytail. After she does her hair she waits in the living room for a call to come, the call is always from a private number, and it is always a female voice on the other end. The voice would give her a breakdown of her schedule for the day, it included times, locations, client names and numbers, as well as the “services” to be completed. Than at 9:45 on the dot, her handler Mr. Tiro would knock on her door three times, they would exit her apartment and take the back staircase down to Mr. Tiros company car and from there her day began. That was her routine every single morning for the last nine years, and it brought her some strange ease of mind. Throughout her day she would be forced to bow too every whim and fetish her clients could think of and they could think of a lot, but her mornings were in her control down to what she ate and what underwear she wore.
For the most part, the company made attempts to keep her and the other girls safe, they charged exorbitantly for the more taboo and or monstrous services. This indeed kept away the deranged street punks and homeless men seeking a punching bag, but some monsters have very deep pockets. As such it never failed that at the end of most days she had some bruise or mark on her body. At the end of her day Mr. Tiro picked her up from her last appointment, he was a kind man and he spent extra time making sure she was safely and comfortably returned to her apartment. Sometimes when her wounds were extensive he would help her to disrobe and he would bath her before treating her wounds and preparing her dinner. For these past nine years he has been the closest thing she has known too a friend, and yet they had hardly said more than five words to each other.
Not all of her clients were deplorable men, many men came to her out of a simple feeling of loneliness. Some were simply men who had no attraction to their now fat and lazy wives, these men were usually nervous but gentle. They brought her gifts and showered her with praise and compliments, many even promised to take her away from this life. They never did, instead they returned to their normal lives with their families and let her become just a memory they pleasured themselves too when their wives fell asleep. Many of them would return again, with more gifts and praise and even more empty promises, and she was always there with open arms and a plastic smile. She knew they wouldn’t risk the stability of their lives for a thing like her, only the foolish girls bought into a client's empty whisperings.
One night she returned to her apartment entirely in the arms of Mr.Tiro. Her fifth too client of the day had been a mountain of a man with brutal tastes. He had been unable to “perform”, that is until she had cracked four of her ribs and left her backside and legs covered in bleeding welts. She did not complain, she did not cry, once the client had reached his climax she cleaned herself as best she could and waited to be ferried to other next appointment. She had remained silent on the ride as normal and was delivered to a downtown hotel shortly before her final appointment for the night. Less than twenty minutes later the company received a call from a disgruntled client saying she had never arrived. Mr. Tiro would find her unconscious in the women's bathroom right around the corner from the angry man's room. He made a formal apology to the very rotund man on behalf of the company, the man was nearly drooling at the sight of the unconscious girl and insisted he could make use of her anyway,  but eventually conceded to an offer of a free appointment at a later date.
Mr. Tiro carefully brought her down the emergency staircase of the hotel and placed her in the back seat of the company car, after quickly surveying her he felt a sharp twinge strike his heart. The girl was in bad shape, dried blood had caked in streams down her legs and her breathing was labored. He drove her back to her apartment and carried her up the stairs and into her apartment with the help of a doorman, the man knew better than to ask questions, especially while receiving his sizable salary directly from the company. Once inside the apartment he carried her into the bathroom, he disrobed her and ran her a bath, he gently cleaned her giving extra attention to her bloodied bottom half. After he treated her wounds and dressed her in some pajamas he found in her drawers, he placed her in her bed and sat on the chaise lounge next to it. He stayed with her through that night, watching over her like a guardian angel, she cried in her sleep and pleaded in her native tongue.
When she woke the next morning there was a note beside her on the bed, it was from Mr. Tiro saying the company after his advisement had given her two days off to recover from her wounds. The company had also placed a black ball on the offending client's name, he would find service with other companies very difficult to come by in the future. They also left contact information for a doctor should she need any further care medically, of course, they wouldn’t want her to go to a hospital, their doctor was no doubt on retainer and knew better than to ask any questions about the injuries. She went through her morning ritual as though it were just any other day, but when the time came to wait for the company call, she found herself sitting in her living room all dressed up with nowhere to go. This was her first day off since she had begun working for the company as a young girl, she had no idea how people generally filled their day. She decided to continue practicing her English with the morning paper, she came upon an ad for an open-air marketplace, she didn’t know the address listed but after putting it into her computer she found it was right down the street in the big pavilion.
The market was an experience unlike anything she had ever been through, the laughing and loud chatter of people bustling about, the aromas. The aromas were what she liked best, the smells of freshly baked breads and fried foods were intoxicating. Everyone seemed so happy, and it was contagious, she felt a smile begin to creep across her face as she walked from vendor to vendor perusing their offerings. Across the pavilion she caught a glimpse of a familiar face, it was one of her regular clients, he was with a strikingly beautiful woman, there were two small children with them. She was caught off guard by the appearance of the woman that was clearly her client's wife, she was stunning not at all fat or unattractive. She had always pictures his wife to be some slovenly woman with facial hair and excess body fat, but this woman looked like she had just fallen out of the cover of a magazine. She continued to stare across the marketplace at her client, people moved around her and some gave her puzzled looks as she stood there. Â She had seen this man once a week for the past two years, always on Thursdays, always at two o'clock in the afternoon, he had always been one of her more gentle clients and she had almost come to enjoy the time they spent together. He was one of the ones who whispered those empty promises in her ear, promises of lavish vacations and a family of her own. She had known that those words were empty, girls like her didn't typically get such a happy ending, but seeing him living out those promises with another was none the less heartbreaking. Her thoughts spiraled downwards as she continued to stare at the family that was now taking a picture with a man in a big head costume, she kept thinking about how unfair it was. Why was it that after he decided he was done with her, he was allowed to return too the daylight, while she was ferried off too whoever had rented her body next. Her thoughts grew frenzied and furious, why was that woman any different than her ? Why had she been graced with a life and picture perfect family, while at the end of the day she was left with no one but the solemn Mr. Tiro, whom she still only saw for a short time. In her quiet rage she barely noticed she had begun to walk towards the family, who was now standing in line for cotton candy. As she drew closer the man saw her and his face blanched, but she was too incensed to care about any scene she might cause. Before she knew it she found herself standing right in front of the family of four, the little boy and girl looked up at her, and their mother pulled them in closer clearly confused. For a moment all of them were quiet, and then her rage broke loose in a flurry of wild slaps and obscenities, she wasn't sure when she started crying but in the midst of her fit she felt the hot sting of tears running from her eyes. People were looking now and before she knew it a pair of strong arms was pulling her away from the man, who was now yelling his own obscenities at her while nervously looking around at the staring crowd. She struggled against the large arms wrapped around her waist for a moment, and then she caught the familiar scent of sandalwood, Mr. Tiro's cologne.
She cried as Mr. Tiro walked her back to her apartment building. As usual, he said nothing, but she felt comforted just knowing he was there. When they finally crossed the threshold to her building he picked her up unexpectedly and placed her in her bed, he then moved to the bathroom to run her a bath. After a while, she stopped crying and Mr. Tiro emerged from the bathroom with a towel and a robe for her, she disrobed as he faced the wall and then followed him into the bathroom. She slipped into the hot water and almost on command her tears came again, her body still bore the bruises from the previous day and Mr. Tiro took extra care to wash over the cuts on her ribs and legs. Once her hair had been washed Mr. Tiro exited the bathroom to allow her to don the robe he had given her, once she emerged she heard the
sounds of sizzling meat coming from the kitchen. She entered the large kitchen to find her handler standing over a pan of mixed ingredients, she sat herself down at the table and waited patiently. She knew her actions would have consequences, and no doubt she would be getting a heavily reduced pay after embarrassing a regular client. She sat in her thoughts until Mr. Tiro placed a bowl of meat and vegetables in front of her before seating himself directly across from her at the table. He watched her patiently as she picked at half of the food before pushing the rest of it away, he took care of the dishes and she retreated back to her bedroom, she lay there listening to the sounds of water running and cabinet doors closing. Mr. Tiro entered her room and made a short bow before turning to exit the room.
"Please stay", her voice was quiet and her words seemed to surprise the usually composed man. He lingered in the doorway for a moment before turning around and seating himself in the chaise lounge near her bed, he said nothing and she said nothing more. She cried herself to sleep and Mr. Tiro watched over his charge.