I knew there was no point in struggling, And stood silently in front of his red wine sofa.
He gestured me to take a seat, in front of the red sofa was a wooden chair, I slowly sat down not making eyecontact with Silco..
I immediately said that the dance wasn't anything personal, and that I just did that to distract the crowd. I was terrified when he slowly stood up, I flinched
then he immediately stared me in the eye's
That orange pupil terrified me, I felt sick by only looking at it. "get up" he said, I was shocked and stood up immediately.
Then he circled me. the half of his disturbed face getting closer to mine. when he came to close I slapped him right in his face.
I collapsed to the ground, in fear and adrenaline, I leaned against his concrete wall and I saw him walking up to me, the red partying lights and the loud music from The Last drop filling the room
his hair was messed up from the slap, and boy did he look..neutral???. I closed my eyes and expected the worst.
Instead of beating me to a pulp, he told me to fix my make-up and get ready for the next show. oh and y
?
Don't run off, I'll see you tomorrow for your 9 pm shift.
With that he wanted me to leave his office, I was so confused, I quickly fixed my make-up and went back on stage.
It was now 3:00 AM in the Undercity, I was quite tired and devastated, I wanted to just lay down and never wake up.
when I got home and threw my desinger futurestic dress off
I jumped in the hot shower.
washed my hair.
the bathroom got all steamy and warm.
I didn't feel like eating anything, like at all. I live in a small 1-floor apartment, so everything was in one room, when I walked to my bedroom I saw Someone in my kitchen.
I thought it was a burglar, I froze on the spot, but when he turned around I saw it was...Silco.
Silco POV:
After Y/n left I couldn't stop thinking about her.
I liked that she was scared of me, her body was perfect and she even managed to look pretty while crying, begging for mercy...
I couldn't focus, at all.
It was annoying that she was in my office, but was irritating when she wasn't there, crying, begging.
God, this is just very inappropriate to think of one of your best profitable workers. hm, y/n
L/n
I basically own her, she signed the contract, she probably didn't read the small lines, she is so naif, really suits her.
I followed her home, she looked devastated, tired, exhausted. she lives in a small apartment. She is very sloppy, her kitchen is a mess, as I examined her room I heard her bathroom door open, there she stood, wrapped in a soft white towel.
She stared at me, with one hand holding her towel, I saw her collarbone and her beautiful legs. I love her, she is already mine. only mine.
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