ChapterFive
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I bent my head low as he slapped me. I wasn't expecting it. I had no choice but to allow his hand to roam around my body. It made me feel extremely helpless.
“Where is my father?” I managed to ask as his hand rummaged through my body.
“Meet me downstairs.” He commanded.
I heaved a sigh of relief as he left the room. At least he had not touched me. I had to think of a way to leave this place. I grabbed a jacket which I found in the wardrobe. It was the only decent cloth I could find. I wore it over my scanty outfits and tiptoed out of the room.
There were no bouncers or guards in sight. I closed my eyes thankfully as I walked out of the club.
My escape seemed so easy.
“Cowards.” I scoffed inwardly. Did they really think that they could abduct me so easily?
The next thing was to push the heavy gates open and embrace my freedom.
A hand grabbed me from behind.
“I wanted to see how far you'll go. Impressive, you even reached the gate.”
The single thread of hope that I held onto was torn.
“You were watching me the whole time.” I stuttered like one whose heart had been ripped apart.
He ignored my question and pulled me along with him.
“You see that. It's a CCTV camera.” His voice sounded like it was mocking me, but I was grateful that he hadn't slapped me.
I was still surprised at how he followed me without me noticing. I dared not ask him that question.
“It seems like I'll review the rules a second time.”
“Number one, I'm not someone to be messed with. I let you off the hook today doesn't mean that I'll pardon you everytime you misbehave. Am I making myself clear?”
“Okay.”
“When I speak, you reply yes sir.” He corrected me. “Am I making myself clear?”
“Yes.” I responded, trying not to roll my eyes at him.
Before I could understand what was happening, his hand sprung out, hitting me across the face.
“Are you daring me?”
“Yes sir.” I corrected myself as I said yes earlier.
“What?” He spat in annoyance. “You're saying yes to the fact that you're daring me.”
“No sir. I mean yes. I…I just want to go home.” I stuttered, tears clouded my statement and I held my burning face. This was the second slap I had received from him in one day.
He scoffed and shot me a disgusted look.
“Let me rephrase the rules. Your duty is to dance for me and satisfy me. This is your new home.” He looked at me, expecting a reply.
“Yes sir.” I answered, succumbing to my fate.
“Now be a good girl and come here.” He stretched out his hand, motioning me to join him on the bed.
Tears clouded my eyes as he pulled me towards him. I lay helplessly underneath his body and in a split second, my scanty clothes fell off my body and I could feel his rod penetrating me. I struggled to push him away, but it was helpless.
He kept plundering me and after some seconds, I felt a mixture of pleasure and pain. But the pain overshadowed it all. The pain of losing my house, my dad and my body to a ruthless mafia lord.
I still felt sore and the maid who had forcefully undressed me came into the room.
“These are new clothes to wear for the night.” She dropped the clothes on the bed and I looked at them, none of them looked like a night wear. If I wore these to sleep, I was sure I'll freeze to death because they barely covered the body.
“Where are the pyjamas? There's nothing for me to sleep in?”
The maid chuckled and looked at me.
“You're so innocent. There's no sleeping for the night. If you want to sleep, do so now. By night, you'll be dancing for the boss.”
She left the room without even waiting for my reply. I gave the clothes one last look and threw them off the bed.
“I won't dance for anyone.” I asserted firmly.
“Why are you moving your waist like a rock.” Don Pablo shot in irritation. Look at me who had agreed that I won't dance for anyone. It was night and I was seated on Don Pablo's laps, giving him a lap dance. The only problem was that I felt like I was embarrassing myself rather than dancing.
“Have you never danced in your life? Your moving like a worm that has been poured salt.”
“Are you still feeling sore?” His voice sounded low and concerning. The question took me by surprise.
I nodded my head shyly, muttering a yes.
“Then go and rest.”
I stood up from his laps, not knowing if I should thank him. I turned to the other side and walked away like a shy school girl.
“Everybody down on the floor.” I heard loud gunshots and cowered in fear. The club goers began running in various direction. I think we were being attacked.
I joined in running, not knowing which direction to turn. I saw Don seated calmly in one spot, unmoved by the attack.
“Hey b***h. Down on the floor.” One of the attackers locked eyes with me and I went down on the floor fearfully.
I heard the sound of bottles hitting against each other. The men were fighting against themselves and their weight caused the cupboard of glass cups and bottles to collapse. Everything fell on top of me. I laid helplessly on the floor, cuts and bruises were visible on my body.
“You're lucky you didn't get killed. I don't know how stupid you are to be watching a fight instead of running away.” I heard Don's voice echo through the room.
I winced in pain as the maid applied ointment to my wound. She left after dressing my injuries.
“Rival gang members.” He spat in anger and I watched him pace around restlessly.
“What!” I stuttered. “ Are you dragging me into your sick mafia—”
“Shut your little mouth.” He snarled. “ We have better things to do than drag you in it, you don't have anything to offer.”
“I don't want to die.” I whined.
“I can protect you.” He said after a little while.
“Really?” My eyes opened wildly. “ Thank —”
“Don't thank me sweetheart.” He squatted to my level. “ I want you to tell me where your father hid the Golden Griffin.”
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