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Richards Point Of View
N.Y.C
Lotus Ecstasy Lounge
time unknown.
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Richard and Michael had arrived in New York, their search for Rose had ended—they spent months looking. The airport that she had gone to, had a security upgrade therefore the camera replacements were too blurry to show her boarding and leaving. So much for leaving the country. They had broken into the apartment she had been living at before even realizing she was at work, with the help of a few fliers left behind on her nightstand for some club—Richard tucked them away and hid them. Michael stayed behind in case she wasn't at work and had ran some errands. Silently, Richard situated himself in the back of the bar, in the darkest booth. The only visible outline of him was of his silhouette. He watched all the girls with a cigarette tucked between his lips, staring around—he also caught glimpse of a man with two bulky men exit the room he assumed was the dressing room. The thick fur coat he used made him easily assume he was the owner. Just as he was about to leave, he recognized the curves of the body he so desperately craved.

Her eyes looked sunken in and sad, she had also lost weight. The way she danced on the stage couldn't help but raise Richards excitement in his chest, and pants. Even in the wig, he recognized every inch of her being. Her body swayed delicately along the pole, every stretch, every muscle flexed. The men watching made Richard swallowed hard, jealousy began to bubble in the pit of his stomach. Dollar bills and tears threatened to fall from her face, but she'd never walk away. Eventually, the song came to an end and she was quickly taken to another room. Richard followed before anyone else could and quickly paid to go in first.

As he entered the room, 'Sweet Sixteen' by Billy Idol began to play. Ironically, the lyrics themselves caught him off guard. As if she had been expecting him. Before she could turn around, he spoke up. "You little girl, are as slippery as a handful of water." His eyes wandered over her. Turning around, Rose nearly fell back, luckily—she bumped into the stage. "R-Richard?" She stuttered, staring at him. "In the flesh baby doll." He extended his arms and opened them, before Rose could run into them— Boris stepped into the room. Richard dropped his arms and glared in annoyance. "Rosa, the Japanese men would like to meet you— Pardon the interruption." He stared at Richard and eyed him, "Once she's done you'll get more time with her for free, you'll be her final customer of the night at that." Boris lightly took Rose's hand and pulled her out before Richard could answer. "My bar tender will bring you free drinks as well, relax in here." Boris bowed and the pair quickly left.

Rose looked back at Richard with pleading eyes and looked back at Boris as the door closed. She silently followed and walked up the stairs to the office alongside the Russian male. As the door was opened, Rose was met by the sight of two— extremely young and handsome men. One had long straight hair, his neck was covered in tattoos and so were his arms. The other was more dressed up and had semi long hair. "Ah this was the one dancing earlier?" The pair turned and looked at Rose. "She's as gorgeous up close." The one with the semi long hair stood up and greeted her. "Ah thank you." Rose shook their hands and looked around her surroundings. An evident tray of coke was sat on the desk of the office, so were a few unidentifiable pills—drinks had been served and halfway finished, judging from their nearly empty cups and melting ice.

Turning to Boris, she stared at him before asking quietly. "Whats my purpose in being here? My shift is nearly over." She whispered into his ear, this is the closest she had willingly gotten to him. "Oh these men simply wanted to meet you and share a few drinks." She frowned for a few seconds, she stopped drinking after she left california. "Well I don't drink, but we can share a cigarette and I can offer a conversation." Rose turned and beamed. Boris grabbed a silk robe and placed it over the girl, making sure she felt comfortable. "I could pay off her debt.." the male with the long hair paused and eyed her, "If you let me have her." Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. This situation felt dangerous and raised red flags in her chest. Was she seriously about to be sold off?

"There's no need for that." Someone stood by the door as it creaked open. Rose relaxed at the angelic face and sight she had missed so much. From his long honey blonde hair, to his piercing blue eyes. "Give them the bag and let's get out of here Rose— this should be more than enough." Richard tossed a silk red bag, which contained stacks of cash. Boris glared and furrowed his brows, "Who is your boss, I would like to speak to him?" He demanded, the Japanese men looked upset—even angry. Rose ran into Michaels arms and quickly tossed on the clothes that was given to her by Richard— they smelled like him, her chest tightened. "I emptied out your station and locker, we're good to go." Richard whispered into her ear. "Our boss? My dad?" Michael eyed Boris, although Richard was fast enough to show him his palm. The engraved scar of the pentagram was red and bulging. "Satan."

Before Rose could say goodbye, the two rushed her out and began making their way out the building. Rose wanted to apologize and blubber on how much she had missed them—even cry at their feet and apologize for being an idiot. Boris didn't chase, in fact— he couldn't. Rose was no longer his property, and she had been taken too fast. Hopefully, a friendship could flourish. Rose had something special about her that intrigued her young boss to his very core. But he wouldn't go out without a fight.

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