Tied to the devil

Broken ⚠️

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Maia POV

After I rushed into the back room to calm myself down, my boss followed me in behind. "Celeste, a customer has requested a private dance from you in room 8. You will do it, they are paying a lot of money," he demands at me whilst tracing my body with his filthy eyes.

"Also, you need to wear this", he passes me a tiny white lace panties and bra which are practically see through with spaghetti straps on the back. Anger is built up inside me, I just want to slap him in the face as hard as I physically can.
"Sir with all due respect I will not wear that, nor will I be doing a private dance." I exclaim, extremely furious at him. "Oh, my gorgeous Celeste, I have always seen you as talented but if you don't do this you will be fired", he snaps back.

Fucking bastard.

I have no choice; I have to do this I can't afford to lose my job. Shit. Shit. Shit. I hate him so much; I feel like walking out the door so bad and shouting FUCK YOU on the way out, but I can't.

I take the outfit out of his hands a grin grows on his face at my submission, then I walk away into the changing rooms. Tears well in my eyes at the fear of being trapped in a room with a stranger staring at my every move. He doesn't know why I don't like doing private dances, but it brings up so much trauma that I thought I escaped years ago.

I go to my locker, grabbing some pills to calm my nerves.

"PAPA, PAPA, let me out, let me out. Help me please PAPA!!! I'm sorry it won't happen again, I'm sorry so, so sorry Papa." I scream and bang on the door until my fists bleed, tears stream down my cheeks at the pain. "I promise I will do everything you say just let me out" I shout at the top of my lungs; my voice begins to crack at the strain. "I PROMISE" I cry in terror, "I promise" my voice just a whisper at this point as I sit in the corner of the dark room hugging my knees into my chest for comfort.

Small whimpers leave my mouth as I stare into the darkness, the room feels like it is suffocating me, getting smaller every second, eating me up from the inside out.

The door swings open on the far side of the room flooding the place with light. I squint to readjust to the brightness when I see a huge figure walk in. My father.
His immense body towers above me tugging me up from the floor with his hand, bruising my wrist. He drags me to a chair in the middle of the room facing one way glass and restrains my wrists and ancles.
"No daughter of mine can kiss other boys; you will be married before you can go near any other men," he speaks too calmly into my ear. "Now you must suffer the consequences" he whispers whilst stroking my face with his finger. I flinch away from his touch in disgust, and he just lets out a low chuckle at my reaction.

Lights flicker on the other side of the glass revealing Dylan with blood dripping down his torso with cuts and bruises all over his once perfect face. His arms and legs are spread in a star shape chained to the wall and his head hangs low in fatigue. "No Dylan", I cry knowing this is all my fault. I should have listened, why didn't I listen.

I'm such a fucking idiot.

A man walks into the other room with a gun tucked into his jeans. I shake in my chair trying to escape so I can save him. "No, No, No Papa No, it was me I kissed him, it's my fault please don't hurt him" I scream at him.

He responds in a calm villainous tone, "oh sweety I think this is punishment enough and no man should touch my little princess anyway." Sobs leave my mouth as I know the inevitable ending. "I don't think your mother would be very happy if you were hurt now would she". I rock back and forth and pull at the shackles attached to the chair screaming and crying in terror for his life.