(Mature content ahead) read at your own risk.
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Trigger warnings 🚬

The sudden music that played startled me, I didn't even notice he had a remote in his hand; I limited my observation of my area, this man watched me like a hawk as my every step my every move.

I started fidgeting playing with my blouse buttons along my feet rocking left to right. He then pushed a next button causing the floor behind me to open up bringing forth a metal pole.

He then again repeats the word 'dance' a little louder than before, completely ignoring what was happening in the room behind him, a sudden curtain fall concealing the other room he must have followed my eyes. He sat even more comfortably awaiting my move.

"No" I said under my breath, seeing his eyebrows raised even higher in a hasty manner. "what did you say I didn't quite hear that" he spoke so calmly it scared my very core, his words spoke meaning as if daring me to repeat myself but I didn't know how I composed myself standing my ground with a false strength inside.

" No, I don't want to do it" I said a little louder finding my voice but I soon regret it as a click came to my ear he pointed a gun at my head his finger steadily on the trigger.

'Where did that come from'

"Last time I checked, I didn't ask for an answer" he said once again in a calm voice which scared me even more giving me a 'do you get it look', "are you asking for death? I suggest you crawl back in that shell of yours if not"

I look down slightly only to hear the gun go off "Look at me when I'm talking to you" he shouted his eyes meancing as the smoke came from the gun I didn't dare look at where he shoot knowing his next bullet will hit me for sure.

I look in his eyes not breaking contact, basking in his cold stare.

I didn't know what to do I was standing in the devil's palms knowing if he closed it I'll be dead.

I kept his eye contact even as he repeat the word 'dance' in a much serious tone than the last, I watch as he place the gun on his lap as if daring me to to go against his words.

I was shaking and the warm liquid running down my cheek explains my fear. I started to move my hips slowly but stiffly to the beat, I feel so embarrassed as I fight back the tears. His eyes watch my hips as cold as he be. He held emotionless eyes, I know for a fact my movements were awkward I thought when the music end I was done but the words I dreaded came.

"strip" that single word break my walls, even with that one word my nerve started to break, I didn't miss his hands resting on his gun. I slowly began to remove my tainted shirt the white color it once has looks cream now. The new music began to play, my hands shake even more as I bit my lip tightly that it almost bled.

I caught his eyes as he look at my exposed chest i had on no bra under the shirt that made me feel disgusted at myself.

My hands fall to my shorts pulling it down exposing my baby blue undies. I threw the shorts on the ground, my hands instantly came to cover my breast but I stop my movement knowing I shouldn't do that.

I began to dance again, this time holding unto the pole, his eyes burn as I move my hips rubbing against the pole he was consuming every movement.

"take off that and play with yourself" he said watching me his emotionless eyes burning into my eyes, I wanted to cry even more harder as my fingers fall to the waist of the material. I was mentally calming myself, taking the humilation as it is, I was powerless.

He push a button stopping the music from playing, I stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do, rubbing my arm I hated how I felt his eyes look down to where he was sitting as if telling me to come I walked over to where he was sitting I almost trip for my legs were shaking with every step.

I sat on his lap without meeting his eyes, he place the gun far from my reach as if knowing I would take it if I got an opportunity.

'He was right'

I didn't know what to do so I started twisting my nipples completely avoiding his gaze. He move his leg together, putting his hand behind his head. I completely avoided my lower area I was disgusted at myself what more shame should I take.

Then suddenly my body was thrown on the couch, a surprise gasp left my lip as I shiver from the cold touch of his finger rub my folds. I bite back the pain when his finger suddenly entered, I glance at his face the look in his eyes scared me anger pure hatred pointed at me. He violently fingered me tears started to fall down my cheek blurring my view as I fight to pull away. It was useless when did I became so weak, I couldn't stop the tears from falling.

"play with your breast" he gave me the most coldest look as he started to finger me roughly, he completely ignore my cries of pain but I couldn't do anything as the pain was too much.

A knock came on the door he stop his movement suddenly. I prayed to god for the life saver in that moment.

He roughly pull his hand out of me causing me to hiss in pain. I fold myself in a ball covering from him but I didn't miss the blood on his finger as he walked, my heart drop seeing that but I didn't dare look down the fear ate at me.

He came back taking up his suit jacket without sparing me a look or saying a word he threw the jacket on walking to the door, he stop for a moment but proceed to exit.

I was left alone in the silence curl up in a ball of my shame. My tears ran down my cheeks I felt so used.