...“The sweet smell of perfume filled my nostrils like a blooming flower.”...

...—Nirvana...

Today was an important day, the day where I could prove to myself that despite being a woman, I was no walk in the park. A woman can be whatever she wants to be whilst some has no choice but to take what life offers them. It's funny how life throws us upside, down and around yet we can't do anything but wait for the calm to arrive.

Putting on my skim tight dress that wrapped around my hour figure showed my curves in all the right places. My heart was beating like a drum but outside I was bold and brave. Spraying the perfume over my body I gave myself one quick glance in the mirror and channel that inner dark femininity that I possessed. The red lipstick compliment my brown golden skin that radiated like the sun. Stepping outside the moon illuminated the sky and the stars as bright as the morning sky. The cab was parked waiting on me, before entering the cab, I gave the moon a quick glance. May the Moon Goddess be with me as I carried out the tasks to be fulfilled tonight.

The bar was dark, the stench of the older men made the air thicken along with the scent of the cigarettes and alcohol. Despite that I kept on a bright smile on my face as I watched the hungry eyes gobbled up my body as I swayed my hips left to right sexily and licked my lips looking for my prey. My eyes landed on my target, as prior to the task given to me, the description fit well with the person that I've now laid eyes on. Clutching my purse tightly, I walked over to him and sat beside him on the higher stool.

"Can I get a glass of chardonnay, please." I asked.

I could feel my target's eyes on me but I pretended as if he wasn't there. "Here's your order, ma'am."

Taking the glass from the table, I drank the soothing red liquid and then licked my lips letting out a soft moan. "This tastes really good, can I get another glass," I requested.

"A lady like you sure knows her wine, huh?" Finally my target spoke, I was starting to wonder how far would I have to go to let him recognize me. "Well of course, a lady of my caliber deserves the finest of thing, right?" I replied. His hands gently rest on my legs as it trailed from my knees upwards to my inner thighs. I closed my legs abruptly before whispering, "I wouldn't do that here darling if I were you." I trailed my eyes on his face. His features was disheveled and made me want to puke but I kept my composure, with a smile on my face I edged him on. "Let's take this somewhere else, shall we?"

..."Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the baddest bitch of them all."...

...—Nirvana...

Every day was a challenge for me in this ghastly world. The world itself was full of mysteries and secrets beyond the human mind that was hard to comprehend but at the same time the world can be a beautiful place. They say that we all have our soulmates in the world whether they are near or far but I don't believe in soul mates, fate or destiny. They often say, you can't change your fate or destiny; it may be right or it may be wrong. The chances may be low but it is never a zero. I will make my own decisions and decide what I want to do with my life as long as I breathe air. Speaking of which, I had a long day ahead of me. As a college student with no parents, I had to work my *** off for my own education. My mother ran away when I was little so I had no memory of her, as for my good-for-nothing father he as well left. So I was pretty much all on my own.

The apartment that I was living in was crappy as hell, the walls as thin as a plastic bag and crammy but it was affordable so why not make something out of nothing. I don't eat breakfast at home as I had no stove so my stomach lives off fast food. Getting ready, I rammaged through some books on the ground for my key. Locking the door behind me, I double check to make sure I had all the necessities.

The owner of this shitty apartment was a man in his 50s, everytime he saw me, he'd stare at me with no shame in his eyes. Disgusting! Speak of the fucking devil.

"Good morning dear, have a wonderful day." The bastard said. Despite not having anything in my stomach I wanted to puke up the non-existent food. "Thank you." I gave a quick smile before rolling my eyes.

Today I only had one class, from 5-8. I work in a small diner and café restaurant and the income wasn't as good but it's better than nothing. It wasn't far away and in walking distance, so I'll arrive in 5-10 minutes.

"Good morning, vana." Betty said. Betty was a lady in her early 40s and one of my co-workers. She gave me the nickname saying she preferred to call me that. "Morning, how are the sales comin' along?" Putting on my apron and my hair net, I got to work in the kitchen. "We had a good amount of customers come into since morning, Rachel isn't here as yet though." I placed the dishes in the dishwasher, then sprayed the table from the existing crumbs from biscuits. "-well I guess that's more work for you today." She finished. "Yea, it is. By the way a customer is at table 09." I informed Betty. "Can you go take the order, I'll finish up the things here." I washed my hands before patting it on my apron, such a bad habit that I need to get rid of soon.

Walking over to the table, a man was in suit. He must be a business man in one of those call center areas. He was on the phone talking so I went and stood by the table to signal that I was there. I waved my hand to get his attention. He stared at me with cold eyes and clenched jaws. "Can you please give me your order, there are other customers waiting." I sighed. "Can't you see that I'm busy." He snapped. This is why I don't take orders from customers. "The time you took to say you were busy, you could've told me what you want." I replied.

"Just give me the best breakfast items." As he shushed me off. "Betty, table 09 request surprise breakfast." It was once in a while customers requested to give them the best meal, we pretty much whip up what we thought was best and gave them, it was Betty's specialty. It doesn't make much sense if you asked me. Not that my opinion mattered. After taking a few more orders and washing the dishes as we go, it became tiring. It was now 2pm, when I took my lunch break in the back room. I pulled out my laptop to finish some course work that was due at midnight then studied for a bit, then back to work. Usually, I'll just walk back home and take a shower before heading on campus but the time wind down quicker than I expected.

After freshening up and changed into different clothes it was now 4pm which meant I had an hour left to reach campus "Betty, I gotta go now. We'll talk tomorrow." As I head out.

I had no friends on campus or rather I don't socialise with anyone, it was too tiring. I have to work too hard to be distracted by anyone or anything. Dad use to say that with a resting bitch face like mine, no one would want to talk to me. Imagine telling your 12 year old daughter those words. It would sting right but nope, it didn't for me. I told him, I got it from his sour patch face and he didn't continue the conversation. I was 5 minutes late for the lecture so I practically ran up the stairs breathing like a hyena before doing my usual breathing techniques to calm my racing heart.

Another thing that I hated was whenever I was late, all eyes would stare at me as if I was some stranger invited at a kids birthday party. Taking a quick deep breath, nonchalantly walked in and climbed the mini stairs to the back of the room. The lecturer paid me no attention as he was busy writing gibberish on the board. All eyes were on me as if I was the villian in a horror movie. I forgot to bring my ipad so taking notes in a book will do the trick.

At the back of the class my eyesight was poor or perhaps the teacher was writing too small on the board. After a few minutes of taking notes I decided to give up, I could no longer understand anything he was saying and decided to just write the topics or whatever important things he was saying.

Class blew out pretty quick or perhaps the time was moving by quickly. "Pair in groups of two or three please." The moment the lecturer said those words, my heart sank. I knew it was coming eventually but not like this. "I beg to differ, can we do the assignment by ourselves?" I asked. The lecturer shook his head and I gave up immediately. "Hi, can I sit beside you?" It was a female, the gothic girl in the class that had no friends like me. "Um-yeah sure, I guess." I stuttered like a fucking fool. "My name's Dacy, what's yours?" She questioned. "Nirvana." She looked at me, "You mean like, Nirvana, which means transcendental state and great bliss?"

If I'm being honest, it never occurred to me to research the meaning behind my name so I just nod as if I knew. I wrote down a mental reminder to research it when I got home. The entire class moved to sit with there friends as I was stuck with this girl, then a guy joined our group. After discussing the sections of the assignment that we were doing. It was now quarter to 10.

Dacy and the guy went their own way while I walked to the bus stop. It wasn't all that quiet outside. Despite it being night the place was lovely. As a bars, taboo, pubs were open at these times for the old, young drunk bastards. I hussled to the bus stop and sat on the bench waiting for the next bus since I missed the 9:30 bus. I wrapped the sweater around my body as the time was chilly.

For some reason, I didn't feel safe tonight; an uncomfortable feeling rose in my stomach as I could feel eyes on me. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to wait, maybe I'll just call a cab and pay the extra money. Getting up from the bench, the scent of cigarettes hit my nostrils as I could feel the sensation behind me. Speeding up and looking for the Uber number, a car slowed down, not thinking much about it. I cotinued walking until I notice some guys came out and was walking in my direction as I turned to go in the opposite direction.

Someone grabbed me by the arm and yanked my hair causing me to let out a loud shriek from the immense pain that I was feeling. "Let me go you fucking bastards." As I kicked my hands and feet hitting whatever I could. "Hurry and give her the damn drug idiot." One of the men said. Before I could process what happened, a cloth was placed over my nose causing me to suffocate as I felt my body went limp.

..."Your eyes are as cold as the ocean and your soul void."...

...—Nirvana...

Have you ever been in love? People have asked me that question multiple times but the real question is what is love? Love in itself has a vast amount of definitions based on people's experience, or ideals. It varies on opinions or sometimes fact. But what is the true ideal answer, the real answer is love is anything that you make it out to be.

"Do you think the boss will give us the promotion?" I could feel my arm bound together behind my back and my butt on tough concrete. This felt as if I was sitting on a ground against a wall. I tried opening my eyes but everything was dark, perhaps, a blindfold. "-maybe considering we brought her here in one piece, nearly lost it when the bitch clawed at my skin." Another spoke, "Boss has such horrible taste in vulgar women."

I internally laughed, imagine having your employees talk shit behind your back. I personally wouldn't take such an insult. A door creaked as it was open, before silence filled the area. The smell of an expensive cologne hit my nostrils, whoever this person was much be rich, the clacking of boots walked closer to me before it suddenly stopped. A hand pulled the blindfold from my face revealing my surrounding, the first place I looked was at my capturer's face. "You're awake now princess." I grit my teeth on the gag that was in my mouth, I swear to God I'll kill this bastard. It was the man that I took his order this morning. I glared at him as his hand went around my neck to unlock the gag with a key, disgusting. The gag looked like one of those sex toys that kinky couples would use. "What the **** am I doing here?" I took the opportunity to ask as soon as my mouth was free. He got up and sat on a chair facing my direction. He signal for the other males whom I presumed to be the ones talking shit bout' him to leave. "You are a rude girl, aren't you?" He questioned.

"What I am is none of your fucking business." I snapped. He chuckled at my reaction and ignored my comment. "Do you wanna know why you're here princess?" I rolled my eyes, "Isn't that obvious **** head?" His jaw clenched as he looked at me with those stone cold eyes. "You're Nirvana Bishops right?" His tone changed. "Yes I am and how can I be of service to you sir?" I replied sarcastically.

"I'm glad that I've got the right person, now I can punish you how I like princess." He got up from the chair and stooped down before yanking my hair forcing me to look up into those cold eyes. "You have no idea how much trouble you're in princess, now let me repeat, do you want to know the real reason why you're here?" I whimpered from the pain I was feeling, his reaction changed for a split second before he was serious once more. His eyes traversed my body as he pulled my face closer to his.

His warm breath was on my neck as he inhaled my scent, "Tell me what should I do to you princess." He kissed my neck lightly. The words were stuck in my throat as I forced to form my words,"T-tell me why I'm here." I whimpered. He pulled away abruptly, "Was that so hard princess?"

"Now let's get down to business." He signal for one of his men and they walked over to me. I conformed with them as they released my arms and then proceeds to handcuff them to the table. "Your father, Daivd used to work for me." He stated. If I remembered correctly, Dad's job always made him busy and spend less time with me. "No wonder that fucker had little to no time for me, I can see why." I muttered. He released a laugh, "Well yeah he was or rather used to be a hard-working man, until he betrayed me."

He slammed his hand on the table, "Your good for nothing dad, owes me $100 million dollars." My eyes widen like a sauce pan, 100 million dollars?!!! "This must be a joke, there's no way dad would've- you know what anything is possible with him." I finished. "So what do you want me to do about it?" I questioned. "Since your dad went off the radar, and you more or less have no contact with him. You are the one who's gonna pay off his debt." There is no fucking way this is happening right now. The next thing that I did shocked myself and my capturer. I laughed, yes I fucking laughed like a psychopath maniac. "You want me, a poor college student who works part-time at a cafe job that hardly pays me to repay you, a 100 million dollar, that I didn't borrow?" I yelled. I continued laughing until my stomach hurt,"You're crazy, ain't no one told you to lend that idiot man so much money." I finished.

He gripped my chin,"Listen up Nirvana, I don't care about who borrow what or how much. It's either you repay me by selling your body or you become my sex slave, either way it's profitable for me." He spat. "Go to fucking hell both you and my dad, none of you give a flying **** about me. It's not my fault that I was born, I didn't ask for none of this shit so why should I put up with it, huh?" I screamed. "Answer me you fucking bastard! My dad is the one you want, the time you took to kidnap me go look for him. I've had enough of this."

"Look at you getting all riled up Nirvana, I don't give a **** about any of that. If your father loved you, he wouldn't have placed you in such a predicament, he is as good as dead already. Now either you choose, sell your body or be my sex slave." He stated.

Was this how my life was gonna end, all my hard work and suffering will go down the drain? This isn't what I signed up for universe. Tears ran down my cheeks as I thought about the options and neither of them sound enticing. "I have an idea, how about I work for you in your organization?" I asked. His brow furrowed as he seemed to think about it. "What can a girl like you do in a man's world, Nirvana? How can that benefit me?" He asked. I closed my eyes and thought of anything, something to get me out of this, that was better than those options. "I-can be useful, instead of selling my body, I could become a temptress." I stuttered. His smile darkened as soon as those words left my lips. "And how do you plan on doing that?" He taunt. "Um-I could seduce men, that you want to get rid of or get information from them." I replied.

"Why do you think that'll work?" He pushed. "Because none of your male employees can do what a woman can." I replied. My entire body began to sweat hoping that he'd buy whatever I'm saying.

"Do you know how to use a gun or any form of weapons?" He asked. I was fighting the urge to say something rude but decided against it. "No, but you could teach me." I licked my lips. "Well you sure know how to sell yourself and your product Nirvana, although that level of seducing won't work on me. Consider yourself hired." I released the breath that I didn't know I've been holding. "One more thing, what, you talked about getting rid of which means killing. How'd you know that's what I meant?"

"It's quite obvious what work my father did. Often times he'd come home bloody and tell me not to utter a word saying he's too tired to deal with my shit." I rolled my eyes. He laughed again,"Well, since you'll be working with me, it's would be good if you knew my name. Ramanov Armani; I want you to start training as soon as possible. You've got a lot of work to do." And just like that fate decided to take a drastic turn.