CHAPTER 002:Wrongmove
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BZZZZT!
The bright lights slam back on all at once, the heavy glare hits my eyes like a slap, that I have to blink fast.
I find myself down on the hard, sticky floor of the main room, right in the middle of a giant circle of staring people.
I look up, and I am right at the feet of Tony Vincent.
He sits high up on the big couch, but he is not the one holding my wrist right now. Standing next to me on the floor is a tall girl with long brown hair and sharp fingernails.
She is one of the pretty girls who was sitting next to Tony just a minute ago. Her thin fingers are digging deep into my skin.
She is the one Tony sent to go drag me out of the dark while the lights were broken.
Tony looks down at me from his seat, his face is full of a mean, dark smile that makes me feel cold inside.
He holds a small black remote control in his right hand. He presses a red button on it, and the lights in the ceiling flicker up and down..
I realized the light break was not an accident at all. It was all Tony’s doing, he used his rich power to turn off the lights just to trap me and bring me to his feet.
"You can look at me now, club girl," Tony says in a loud voice
Before I can even try to get off the dirty floor, Tony leans forward , wraps his strong hands tight into my long, dark hair and dragged it back so hard, forcing my face up so I have to look straight into his eyes.
The sudden pain in my head makes me gasp, but I bite my lip hard so I do not give him the satisfaction of a scream.
"Who do you think you are to ignore me?" Tony growls.
"You looked through me like I was nothing or invisible. Take a look at yourself ,you are nothing but a miserable w***e who f***s men for money. You sell your body to buy bread, and now you are playing hard to get with a big star like me? How dare you? You are not special."
You don’t get to mess with I Tony Vincent and go Scot free, ask around you dirty pig. He says
Those mean words cut deeper than any sharp knife.
All around the crowd starts to laugh.
The rich men in their fancy suits and the pretty girls point their fingers right at me. They are mocking me, making fun of my cheap shoes, my messy hair, and my ripped stockings.
"Look at the poor girl now!" a big man shouts from the back of the room.
"She really thought she was a princess!" a girl laughs, sipping her expensive drink.
My cheeks burn with a terrible fire of shame. I try to twist my body away. I use both of my hands to push against Tony’s heavy leather sleeve, trying to free my hair from his iron grip. "Let go of me! Please, let go!" I cry out, but my voice sounds so weak against the loud, booming laughter of the crowd.
Tony refuse to let go of me. My pulling only makes his eyes turn darker and angrier. He gives another brutal yank, dragging my body closer to his shiny leather boots.
RIP!
A loud sound echoes through the air.
Tony’s silver rings catch on the fabric of my black dress with rough turn of his wrist, he tears the front of my dress wide open.
The shiny beads scatter across the floor as cloth rips completely away from my chest, making my bare breast show right in front of the flashing lights and all the staring, mean eyes.
I feel like I am burning alive, never ever felt this humiliated in my entire life. I am poor but I always kept my pride like a secret shield inside my heart. Now, my shield is broken into tiny pieces on the floor.
I quickly draw my arms across my chest, squeezing myself tight to cover my body from the mocking eyes.
Tears finally spill over my eyelashes.
I bury my wet face in my knees and start to sob. Tony just made me feel like dirt under his expensive shoes, I just want the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
Through the loud noise, I saw Stella standing near the edge of the circle. Her eyes are wide with terror for me.
She knows she cannot fight Tony alone. She looks at me with sad eyes and turns around quickly.
few minutes later , I look up and the crowd suddenly parts. I wondered who it was
It was Rico the man we work for.
He looks at me on the floor, but he does not look angry at Tony at all. Instead, Rico has a giant smile on his face, like he is greeting a king. He walks right over to Tony's and bows his head.
He puts his hands together, trying to persuade the angry star.
"Oh, Mr. Vincent!" Rico says, his voice sounding like sticky, "I am so incredibly sorry for her bad behavior tonight. Please do not be angry with our club. We love having you here."
Rico steps closer to the couch, pleading with his eyes. "This girl, Mara, she is young and very stupid. She just joined our high-end group, and I guess she doesn’t know who you are yet.
She doesn’t know you are a great star. Please, let her go this once. I promise I will punish her myself later so she learns her lesson and never ignores a vip guest again."
I look up through my tears. Tony is staring down at his own large hand.
He has a strange look on his face now, He waves his hand in the air like he is chasing away a bothersome fly.
"Take her away," Tony says coldly. "She is boring me anyway."
As soon as he said those words , Stella pushes her way through the thick crowd of people, she drops to her knees right next to me on the sticky floor.
"I’ve got you, Mara. I’ve got you, sweetie," Stella whispers very fast into my ear.
I am still shaking all over, I cannot look up at anyone. Stella quickly unzips her own jacket and wraps it over my shoulders, so nobody can see my skin anymore.
"Come on, let's get out of here," Stella says gently. She puts her arm around my waist and helps lift me up from the floor, straight into the quiet safety of the girls' locker room.
She shuts the metal door behind us and turns the lock. CLICK.
The nightmare is over for now. I drop onto a wooden bench,
"I'm sorry, Stella," I choke out through my tears, "I’m so sorry. I should have just do as he says and not have tried to keep my armor on. Look what he did to me."
"Don't you dare say that, Mara!" Stella says. She kneels on the floor in front of me and takes my hands. She uses a clean white tissue to wipe the black streaks of makeup off my cheeks. "Tony Vincent is a monster. He is a spoiled rich kid and celebrity who thinks he can treat anyone any how he wants.
You did nothing wrong. You hear me? Nothing."
"Stay here and rest," Stella says, patting my knee with her hand. "Do not move. Let me go back to the main room to grab your purse and the rest of your things so we can go home."
Stella came back with my purse, Mara I can’t find the torn pieces of your dress. Stella says
Where could it be? I asked
I don’t know, I’ve searched everywhere can’t find it. I was looking for the torn pieces so you can sew it back because I know how much you love the black dress. Stella says
It’s fine Stella, please take me home.
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