𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕭𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖗 (𝕯𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖍)

Like any other day

"Rise and shine, Seavey," Eben said, opening the curtains of his side of the dorm. 

Daniel groaned, not wanting to wake up. "Come on, Daniel, you're gonna be late for your job," Eben continued shaking Daniel until he yelled "Alright! I'll do it!" He threw his blanket away, the first sign that he has a bad mood. 

Daniel Seavey, a 17-year-old boy from Portland, Oregon. He just moved here to Los Angeles for his university and his part-time job as a barista at the local cafe near the campus. 

He went to the bathroom, opening the bathroom drawer, and took some toothpaste and his toothbrush, and started brushing his white teeth. After he brushed his teeth and brush his hair, He went to his walk-in closet and picked his usual work clothes, some jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and his sneakers. He proceeded to go to the kitchen, took an apple, and ate it. He took his bags and said to Eben his roommate, "I'm going to work, Do you ever throw parties without my consent," Then he closed the door of his dorm and walked out of the campus.

As he went to his usual route, eating an apple while checking his phone, he felt some strange feeling. A feeling that he was being followed. He looked around but saw no one. He walked away but this time, a white van started to follow him. Daniel walked faster and faster, running away from his usual route. As soon as he saw the local cafe, two hands grabbed him on the hips and dragged him to the van. As the van door closed, Daniel tried to let go and scream, but his mouth was covered with a cloth, soon Daniel began to faint. As the men tied Daniel up, one of the men dialed their leader's number "Boss, we got another hooker," his gruff voice spoke with such excitement that the other men were happy to finally have another stripper in their male strip club. 

Time skip:

Daniel woke up, laying on a king-sized bed, to the sound of party music and sex moans. Then Daniel felt a cold breeze on his chest. He looked down and he saw that his clothes were replaced by lingerie. Fishnet stockings and gloves, and high heels. Then some men in black went inside the room. Then the manager of the club came to Daniel with a long black leather belt in his hands. "Welcome to the club, Daniel!" he said with open arms

Daniel was confused. How does he know his name? Why is he wearing this stripper shit? Most importantly, Why is he here? "Why am I here?!!" the only thing that he can think of, then the manager replied "Well, you are now my new stripper. You better do want those horny men to say, or else," his tone gradually changes "Or else, what?" Daniel asked with anger in his eyes. Then Daniel felt a sting on his face, the manager hit him on the face with his belt. "Don't you dare question me, you slut!" He ordered one of his men to handcuffed Daniel. 

Daniel was handcuffed to the bed, trying to let go. "Your customer will arrive tomorrow," the manager said as his men exited, "You better behave, slut," His words haunted Daniel as he cried, he doesn't wanted this, he's young and innocent. Why him? So many unanswered questions rounding his head.