Suppressed (EDITED)

Chapter 3

I stared at myself in the mirror like I did at the end of every scene. Wrapped in nothing but a towel and freshly showered, I took note of the light dusting of freckles that were normally covered by makeup or clothes and I sighed.

No red marks, no bruises.

Perfectly unblemished skin that made me jealous of my toys.

"I see that you're also staring at perfection."

I jumped and turned around to see a tuxedo clad villain leaning against the entrance to the dressing room, with his hands in his pockets and a devious smirk crossing his lips below the mask that he wore. The mask happened to be framing the oddest colored eyes I had ever seen but I couldn't stare long before I remembered that he wasn't supposed to be there.

I tightened the towel around my body and my eyebrows knit together. "Can I help you?"

"I hope so."

I started to fidget when I noticed that I was becoming uncomfortable and I had no idea what to do next aside from scream. He was definitely a lot bigger than I was and while I was normally very confident in my ability to defend myself, the thought that I would have to drop my towel just to follow through on that defense was enough to cause me pause.

He took a few steps toward me and I held my breath, waiting for him to reach out.

Instead, he walked over to a seat in the corner of the room and looked me up and down. "Are you done for the night?"

"Maybe." I replied. "Who's asking?"

He chuckled and bit his bottom lip before answering. "Marc."

"Marc." I repeated. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave, if you would like to have a proper conversation." I looked down at myself. "I'm not exactly my most presentable right now and I'm sure that you want a mistress at her best."

His head tilted to the side. "You think that I'm a submissive?"

"If you're not, then I'm not sure what you're doing talking to me."

"You didn't tell me your name."

"You're right."

He smirked. "How long have you been playing here?"

"About three years now." I looked around for my clothes and when I couldn't immediately see them, I assumed they were behind him somewhere. I decided to duck back behind one of the screens where there were several robes lying around. I took the opportunity to slip one on.

"But you don't have a consistent partner?"

"No." I replied from behind the screen. "I just have the ones that come in and out of here over the weekends."

I stepped out from behind the screen and he was leaning against the vanity where I had been standing before. His hands were still in his pockets and that menacing grin had returned.

"Aww, I liked the towel better."

"I bet you did." I sighed. "Seriously, who did you come back here looking for?" I looked towards the door. "Anthony usually puts someone at the door to make sure that patrons don't make their way back."

"They let me back here."

"Why?"

"To see you, obviously."

What the hell kind of puzzle was this guy?

"Okay, well, I'm done for the night and I would like to head home."

"Who's stopping you?"

I sighed and started towards where I thought I may have discarded my clothes. He removed a hand from his pocket and used it to grip me high up on my forearm. I turned quickly to hit him and he grabbed my other arm, turning me around so that I was facing away from him.