My only impetus to dance was to avoid his 'other' options.
The way his licentious eyes were observing me, I never felt that horrible before dancing before anyone ever.
Not that I hadn't done private shows, I have but I never felt this embarrassed and harsh before. My breaths became rough, my steps were refusing to obey me.
I began to spin and with each spin, my body stopped to function, tears brimmed in my eyes. I felt awkward, frightened, every negative emotion.
And he indulged in it until I was led to my edge and broke.
"Sir, I-I..."
My head began to throb when I was spinning, impotent to carry on anymore, I gradually stopped. My steps slipped so I forced myself to sit on the bed.
"I-I can't.. Do it.. Anymore.." I whispered, which obviously displeased him.
Maybe
