{Clara’s POV}
[Reader discretion advised. This chapter contains themes of, Kidnapping, Violence, and Human Trafficking.]
“Dance flower, or I’ll make sure you never ignore my order again!” He seethed.
I shook my head, backing back up into the curtains. “No, please.. I can’t..” I whimpered.
He grabbed my arm again, this time pressing his finger tips in harder. “Fine, then I’ll give them another kind of show, you’re going to regret this flower!” He shouted, dragging me out of the room.
His promise hung heavy in the air between us as he dragged me down the long hallway once again. He opened up a door that had a lock with a passcode on it before throwing me inside. Once he turned on the lights I was horrified by what I saw. Tables and chairs with handcuffs and ankle cuffs on them. I tr
