Y/Ns POV: It was early in the morning in the middle of winter, the sky was still blue-lit. The entire apartment that I live at was so cold, and I was covered by 3 different blankets. I get up and rub my eyes, shivering as soon as I throw the blankets off of me lying on the cold sheets for a while. I get up again and I drop my clothes to the white-tiled floor of my bathroom. I turn on the shower to a good temperature, and stare at myself in the mirror as it heats up. Mom always said i'd end up a prostitute. I could see why. And, the strip club is hiring, so why not head over there today. It's some extra money and my aunt used to let me use her pole when I was over, and i'm pretty.. acceptable? Kind of a feeling that this is going to be a fucking dumpster fire, but it's ok to be publicly humiliated. Just once. I get into the perfectly warm shower and start shampooing my hair, trying not to get any soap in my eyes, the warm water hits my chest and warms my cold.. everything. I rinse my hair, and put conditioner in my hair, feeling how soft it is while I run my fingers through my hair. I rinse it all out after letting it sit for a while, and I start washing my body. It's this new coconut body wash scrub kind of thing. It feels nice on my skin. After rinsing that off, I get the face wash from the little shower shelf and start washing my face. I rinse off the soap and turn off the water, getting my towel and blow-drying my hair. Just to try to look presentable today. My mom always told me I had such long, Rapunzel hair. As a teenager, I figured i'd cut it all off after she started drinking more. Just to show her if I don't get my mom, she doesn't get her little Rapunzel. It's a few inches above my shoulders. Short, black hair. I put clothes on, consisting of a short black skirt, a black, strappy top where the straps in the front look like a pentagram, and a fishnet top. I put on fake lashes and smokey ish looking black eyeshadow with my favourite black lipstick. I put on the black stripper heel thigh highs that I was gifted as a joke years ago. They fit. I look in the mirror and they look quite nice. I look quite nice. I get into my 2003 lexus, walking out on the frosted grass to get to my car. I turn the keys and I exhale, it fogs up the windows. My car smells like black ice, the car scent and weed. I drive through the light rain to the strip club, seeing that nobody works there anymore, i'm sure they'd hire a rookie. I start talking to one of the bouncers when I see some long, brown haired guy in a black suit grab maybe 600 dollars off of the table. He makes eye contact with me, looks down at the money, looks at me, and winks. I disregard that and ask about applications. "Can you give a good dance?" The 6,7 bouncer asks while he towers over her in the purple-lit club. "Y-yeah I can.. I think? I'm okay at it but it's just you know, the basics and whatev-" I say before being cut off. "You're hired. Go to the back room. The girls would have you covered outfit wise." He says, giving me a special card that says "dancer." I walk through the club, trying to find the changing room. As I spot the changing room, that asshole is standing right next to me as I try to get through. I feel him put his hand under my skirt, grabbing my ass. "Cheeky little thing." He says. I feel myself almost choke up. He isn't bad looking at all now that I see how he.. yeah. I get into the dressing room and make friends with a few of the girls, and I start telling them about the bracelet my uncle gave me. It was the most expensive thing he owned, and he gave it to me before he left. Worth about 800,000 Dollars. It was black metal with red diamonds.I look down and realize that it's gone. It was that little bastard. PROBABLY GOING TO SELL IT FOR ALL I FUCKING KNOW. it was CUTE WITH THE GODDAMN OUTFIT. "Hey uhh.." I say, fixing my makeup in the mirror. "Elizabeth." Elizabeth says. "Yeah, have you seen a guy with longer brown hair, black suit, crooked smile.. sketchy..??" I ask, hesitant. "Oh, yeah, Mr. Gold. He does weird deals and shit with the boss of this club. He's ok I guess." She says, doing her mascara. "Yeah i'm pretty sure he took my bracelet.. red diamond and black metal bracelet.." I say, shaky. "Honey i'd take that up with him, he'll fold i'm sure, I don't know much about him though." Elizabeth says, going out onto stage. I see Mr. Gold and he's leaving the club, and I run after him after changing into my regular outfit. He starts getting into his car and I stop and knock at his window panting. He rolls it down with a smile. "Wanting more, are we?" He says. "Wanting.. my bracelet.. back.." I say, panting. "That little thing? perfect piece." He says, opening the car door and walking out to me. "Probably going to sell for something near 750,000. Really, such a generous donation dearie." He says. "No. Actually. That's mine, was my uncles, it means so much to me, it's all I have left to even know he existed, everything else was burnt, I don't know what to-" I say, being cut off from Mr. Golds finger to my lips. "If you want your precious little bracelet, you're going to have to offer a fair trade." He says, grabbing me by the wrist and throwing me into his car. As my body hits the floor of the back seat, I feel myself unable to move. I struggle to move, and I finally give up. I start seeing flashes of white while a cold, tingling sensation rushes over me. I hear Mr.Gold laugh in the front seat as he speeds, my body slams against the seats. I wish I could cry. "LISTEN,, listen,, it's not as bad as you think." He says, turning into somewhere, I can't quite see where it is. I pass out completely out of fear in the middle of him rambling to me. I wake up in a cold sweat, chained to a wall, hanging in a dark room by nothing but handcuffs, I feel the metal sting my skin, because of how cold it is. The room seems to be made up of black bricks, a number of torture methods, a desk with papers, and the floor appears to be cold, cold, concrete. Mr.Gold hears me, beginning to cry. "Ah! looks like someone's awake, hm? dearie?" He says examining my naked body, feeling every single curve, leaving goosebumps on my skin as he memorized my curves. "Pretty little thing aren't you.." Mr . Gold says, spanking your ass with a thin wooden stick. It stings so much that you whine like a little dog. You continue to hiss in pain as he feels over the mark on your ass. "Sensitive skin you have! Welts quite easily." He says, continuing to whip the backs of your thighs, letting out cries of mercy every time the wooden baton makes contact with the backs of your thighs and your ass. You scream cry, in the way that anyone would know that it's enough. His heels click on the hard, cold, concrete as he steps in front of you, leaning in. "You see, in the end, dearie," He says. "I wanted you that whorish little body of yours." He says, sliding two fingers into you, already knowing that you're dripping wet, you look down to see a crooked smile on his face. Your stomach is instantly filled with butterflies, and your thighs go numb. You can't help but to let out a soft moan as he forces his fingers further into your cervix, holding your hip with his other hand.
