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Chapter 6: Not Again

The club was nearly empty today, silent even. On my left, a floor size length, new glass window was being put up that gave a clear view of the outside.

In my opinion, it was completely unnecessary. What was the use of a window in a strip club? Clubs like these were supposed to be bounded by four walls and run secretly, not the other way round.

I had bet the window must have coasted these rich bastards some big bucks. They could have easily used this money to increase our almost nonexistent salary.

Our basic income depended upon the tips that the customers gave us, sometimes generous and at other times, not. It wasn't only unstable but was also pretty low. Excluding this, we were paid a fixed salary of an amount so less, that it would have been difficult for one to buy meals two times a day for a month.

I smoothed my sparkling red skirt as I sat in a more comfortable position on the chair, ahead of the long mirror. My eyes were heavily made up, black mascara making my eyes extra noticeable. Black, silky hair rolled down in waves around my shoulders, covering just a tiny part of the upper skin of my breasts.

I smiled but it didn't quite reach my eyes. My face fell and then I tried again...to smile. But it just didn't reach my eyes like it was supposed to. A person needs to feel happy from the inside to look happy on the outside.

But who was I kidding? I was far, far....from happy.

A knock on the door of my room disturbed my line of thoughts.

Dick stood there in all his tattooed glory, wearing his all-time perfect three-piece suit. I could have sworn that this guy even slept wearing these formal, uncomfortable clothes.

I smiled at him the fakest smile of the century. He returned the favour.

"How is my favourite girl?" He smirked as he entered my room without permission.

"Perfect, having the time of my life in this-" I gestured with my hands towards the broken sofa, the peeling wallpaper and the disgusting stench that the place possessed. "-this beautiful, extraordinary heaven." I scoffed at him.

"Yeah, thanks to me for bringing you here." He spoke in his low, rugged voice, which didn't seem as enchanting as it had seemed the first time he met me.

"Someone has perfectly named you, DICK!" I leered at him, my mood turning bitter.

Derrick Roshello and Avaline Broche had always been at each others' throats since the first day she had been brought or more like pushed in this world. The whole club staff and even the regular customers were aware of this fact.

The story behind the immense hatred also didn't remain concealed. At the very beginning of my career, people used to get startled when fights like those occurred and they actually cared for the safety of the individuals.

But now, to find them bickering was a common occurrence in the club and people chose to enjoy it rather than intervening to break apart the fight.

Though the fights weren't messy, it was wise of the people to choose to stay apart. It was definitely better than getting involved in the war of throwing atrocious comments and insults at each other, one after the other.

"Oh darling, as much as I would like to tell you for the ninth thousand, eight hundred and sixty-sixth time that it is all because of me that you get your meals two times a day, I really don't have the time today." He said it in such a supercilious way that I had to dig my nails in the inner skin of my palms to stop my fist from kissing his ugly face

"You have a special request, room no. 69, executive suites." He said monotonously, his face still containing stress lines as if talking to me had been a tedious task.

I scoffed at him and pushed myself up from my chair, brushing the edges of my skirt so as to stop it from rising.

While passing him by the door, he clenched my arms in a death hold and stopped me from moving any further.

"You had been a source of constant displeasure and annoyance to me, Miss Avaline Bronche and my hatred for you has only grown with time. Do not forget that I am your manager and I can easily kick your sorry ass out." He sneered at me and I released a defeated sigh. As much as I hated him for pushing me in here, the truth was that this job was my only source of money now and the dickhead knew it.

"The thing is that you need to pay some time for the endless favours I had done for you. Do you get what I am saying?"

Favours? It was the other way round. If somebody had actually done a favour, it had been me. I scowled at him and at the same time snatched my arm from his hold. My lips were sealed but hopefully, actions did speak louder than words. I hoped he could feel my resentment and utter hatred towards him.

He glared at me. "Listen here &lut, the customer sitting in there is none other than the boss." An involuntary shiver ran down my spine, hearing the undoubted fear in his voice as he talked about the boss. "Make your worthless self a little useful and behave like the good, slutty bitch that you are. Got it?" He towered over me and I had an uncontrollable urge to kick him in the balls.

What I would have given to experience the pleasure of seeing him in pain. I was turning into a sadist.

I fisted my palms and moved without saying anything. As I passed the new decorative table stand that had been bought to set up beside the big glass window, I smiled to myself inwardly.

Brushing past it, I poked my elbow out and the other second a loud crash resonated in the hallway.

"BITCH, THAT VASE WAS AN ANTIQUE!" I heard him yell behind me and I snickered to myself while simultaneously flipping him the bird. I heard him say something remorseful but I chose to ignore it as his voice faded away as I entered the next hallway.

As I passed a mirror fitted in the wall, I adjusted my bustier in it and then moved ahead, feeling a little disoriented and fearful. The boss had requested me.

The truth of the statement registered in my head and it made me feel unsteady on my feet. A dark scenario passed my head, a picture of the boss holding me by my waist forcefully. I shook my head to get rid of the memory.

For the very first time ever, I actually saw the tiniest gleam of fear in Dick's eyes making me feel a little unsure about the boss.

I had always been confident and most dedicated to my work and I didn't find any reason sufficient enough for the boss to summon me in his presence.

It must have been actually happening for the first time that the boss had specifically requested a worker's presence. The silly tittle-tattle that I had heard about him roamed around in my head and I got fearful of his intentions with every step.

I had a feeling that I was in deep trouble. I tried to rack my brain for all the possible misbehaviour of mine that had led him to call me.

The idea of him knowing that I used those drugs to make my customers asleep went through my head but it was impossible for him to actually find that out. Other than me, only Marcus had been aware of that and I was sure that he wouldn't betray me in such away.

In fact, I had been with Marcus in the morning as he had been the one to pick me up from my apartment. If something like that would have happened, he would have told me so that option cancelled itself.

What if he had a camera fitted?

That was the last of my thoughts before I found myself standing in front of executive suite no. 69. I wondered what had made him choose this particular suite, the number reminding me of the famous sex position.

What if the boss was a creep?

I had no time to think before the door opened. But I was surprised to see no one to welcome me. It made me wonder just how that door opened by itself.

With shaky footsteps, I made my way inside the royal room and my eyes zeroed on the big, black chair that was turned around from my vision and a mop of coal back hair was visible from behind. By the looks of the blackness of his hair, the boss didn't seem too old. The chair was set behind an extraordinarily large mahogany desk, void of any kind of papers.

I stood there awkwardly, confused and terrified at the same time. Was I supposed to say something?

An unnerving silence settled between us and the only sounds that could have been heard were the regular tapping of his shoes on the carpeted floor.

"Have a seat." Suddenly, the low, masculine voice of the boss was heard. I gulped as I took a step forward and settled myself on one of the two empty seats lying on the other side of the desk.

"G-good morning Sir," I muttered in a timid voice, unsure of what should I have said.

I didn't get a reply.

I waited for the longest time but he didn't speak anything. I was about to say something when his voice resonated in the empty room yet again. I didn't know what was it about his voice that made me feel intimidated and at the same time excited.

"What do you remember of yesterday?" His question didn't register in my head for a second as I was transfixed by his voice but then as soon as the effect of his voice drifted away, I focused on his query.

Was he asking me about my routine? I looked at the black back of the office chair intently, utterly confused by his question.

"Con suerte, esto hará que te acuerdas de las cosas." He spoke something in another worldly language and I gasped as the words struck some memory.

And then he shouted. "VIENNA!"

I stared at his back dumbfounded as he slowly turned around in his chair. I didn't know why but my heart stood still as he gradually turned around and my breath hitched as my eyes met his.

Time stood still as I stared at the familiar face. The beyond handsome feature, godly looks and the attitude of a king, it all struck some forgotten memory and I stood up in surprise.

"I have seen you before!" I exclaimed and he seemed pleased with my response as he smirked in the most arrogant way possible.

"Definitely, Perrita..." He whispered and memories hit me like a ton of bricks, pricking an unforgettable scenario.

"W-who are you?" I whispered, terrified as I slowly backed up, away from his intimidating stare. His lips lifted to form an evil smile and I had a feeling I was screwed.

I retraced my steps back and hit the door's edge, my hands feeling the polished material of the wood and at the same time my feet taking some more steps back further colliding into a soft surface.

I turned around to meet a pair of thirsty, bloody red coloured eyes and a scream bubbled out of my throat.

'You escaped me then but don't think for once you can escape now.' A sweet melody drifted in the atmosphere, a terrifyingly recognizable melody at that and a voice whispered those lines in a malicious way in the back of my mind.

My back stiffened and my eyes widened.

My blood ran cold as I stared at the man, now standing a few steps in front of me smiling at me widely and then again I turned my head to find those red eyes gleaming with hunger.

This couldn't be happening. Not again.

It was the only thought that went in my head as I heard the maniacal laughter of the two, one in my head and the other ahead of me.

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Hey, love!

I don't have an idea just how many of you have gotten the 'it will give you wings' things in the last chapter. If you have watched the Red Bull commercial, you would come to know that it is the tagline of the commercial. (You can watch the commercial above) So he was actually mocking her when he said this. Just clarifying for those who aren't aware of this :)

With all my love, 

King Ethan