Chapter3:Dance to Survive
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His gaze sent chills down my spine. He was handsome. His eyes were blue.
“You're going to continue from where your father stopped—work for me.”
“John, " He called one of his men, who brought me to the room. John was his right-hand man.
“We are leaving. Those other girls we left, enlighten them on their assignments.”
John held me on my arm as we walked behind him out of the house.
There was a black jeep parked in the front yard. The driver opened the door and they pushed me inside. Then he entered.
“Where are we going?” I tried to come down.
“Do not annoy me unless I blow your head off,” Rodrigo replied.
He sounded serious. I swallowed spit and kept shut.
The driver drove us out of the woods.
We got to his estate. I knew because a signpost read Rodrigo Sanchez's estate. Then the driver pulled over at his mansion. We came down from his car. I observed the entire space, and all I can say is it was just like it was in the movies. Heavily guarded by security, the fences were way too high for a residential home.
We entered the house, and it took a lot of control not to compliment the house outwardly. It smelled premium and luxurious. Only one person owns this place? Wow.
“Take her to her room, give her some clothes to bathe and change. Also, give her some food”
His voice brought me to reality. At the mention of food, my tummy growled, reminding me that I was hungry– embarrassing…
“Come with me, the guard told me. I followed him to a neat room, a bed well-made to my liking.
I stepped into the bathroom and turned the knob of the shower as the cold water ran through my body. I had a recap of the last three days. When I was done, I came out to the room and saw a blue dress on the bed. I tried it on. It was my size. Then a tray of food. I ate everything like a hungry inmate- no pun intended.
I barely just finished when one of his men dashed into my room. “Boss wants to see you now.’’
“Umm, didn't your mother teach you manners? Can't you knock? I'm a lady”.
I queried.
“You must come with me now.” He insisted.
There was no point. I just stood up and followed. They can't even allow my food to digest.
He took me to his sitting room. Rodrigo was drinking a cocktail. He had also refreshed and changed into some shorts and a shirt. His hair was wet, signifying that he had just got out of the bathroom. Now he was in a shirt. I can see his muscles, well-framed shoulders and broad chest. His look was just so perfect. I was drooling over my abductor.
“You look better now.” He said with his thick Spanish accent.
And you look ravishing, I almost said that out loud.
“Leave us”, he told the bodyguard. He left.
Just the two of us were left in the room. He walked straight to me and observed from head to toe. He went behind me and undressed me with his eyes. His cologne was breathtaking–literally. His warm breath hit against my neck. Why was he close to me? I held my breath.
“Dance for me” He ordered.
“What?” I asked.
“That's gonna be your job.”
“ I don't understand,” I said, confused.
“Three words, as simple as a b c. That's gonna be your job. Or are you shy? I own different clubs, you're going to be a stripper at one of them. So if you're too shy to dance for me alone, how are you going to dance at my club?” He asked.
“Excuse me, what‽,” I exclaimed.
“Get ready, you need to meet the other girls so they can put you through before the night starts,” Rodrigo replied.
“I don't want to be a stripper,” I whined like a child.
“Then if you can't collect my money, I don't have use for you, and if I don't have use for you, I get rid of you.”
Ugh, I opened my mouth. He meant it.
“Can I do other jobs? I can cook and clean.” I begged.
“You don't have a choice. So you'll dance to save your life.”
You will dance to save your life. The statement re-echoed in my head.
What would my father say if he heard that I was a stripper? But, he caused this right? I guess there's no need to drag this. The earlier we settled these scores, the more peaceful I became.
“You can go,” Rodrigo commanded in a serious tone without lifting his head.
I got to my room and sat on my bed, wondering how my life changed from normal to baddie in split seconds. I'm a modest girl. I've never strip–danced. I'm not even a good dancer in the first place.
“I just have to, I just have to,” I whispered as a drop of tear fell from my eye onto my pillow.
A violent knock woke me up. I didn't know when I fell asleep. I must have slept when I cried silently.
“Come in,” I called.
“It's time for dinner. The boss wants you to join him at the table.” Eduardo, the cook, said.
“It's night already?” I asked rhetorically. How long have I slept? Why does he want me to join him at the table?
I joined him at the table. It was fine dining. It radiates luxury.
“Sit”
I sat down.
“What would you like to eat or drink? You can have anything you please.”
There was champagne. Full-dressed chicken, paella and tortilla. Chef Diego came with the dessert. I salivated at the sight and couldn't wait to stuff my face with the food. It was a nice three-course meal.
I waited for Rodrigo to begin, and I admired his table manners. Then I rushed my food. I tried to avoid his eyes, but when our eyes met, he smiled.
“I'm glad you're enjoying your food.”
I was so embarrassed.
“Eat, eat, you will need lots of energy tonight.” Rodrigo reminded me.
My fork fell from my hand as I remembered that I was starting work. Will my mother recognise me if I make it out of here? Will I ever be the same Aurora Mendez? I lost my appetite immediately.
“Thank you for dinner”, I said as I stood immediately.
“Eduardo will package your costume. Be ready in 10 minutes”.
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