a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

The Night Shift

Georg had only booked me for an hour, and after our conversation, we kinda just sat, in silence while he rubbed my hand with his thumb. I know he wanted to reassure me, but now I'm just, terrified.

Once time was up, Georg walked out and left the club I assume to go and meet Bill and Gustav. I followed shortly after and I made my way down the stairs, right into the predators pit where i was greeted by Angel and her jarring small talk.

I left her and went to the bar to get a few drinks for myself.

##TOMS POV##

There she is, my girl. She looks so hurt, so fragile but in this instance I hate it. I hate what that Roman could be doing to her.
Her dress hardly even covered her arse and she was gripping it at the bottom to keep it from riding up her thighs. Her usual beautiful messy red hair was as straight as a board and was pushed back by a headband. Her eyes weren't the same they look tired and drained of all life.
My heart keeps breaking over and over as i notice each scratch and bruise on her body. Shes gotten thin and she looks stiff and uncomfortable. I down my shot and keep my eyes directly on her as she walks to the bar and collapses into the bar stool, she just puts her forehead onto the counter and the only movement she makes is from her chest moving up and down from her breathing.

The bartender walks over to her and taps her shoulder, she looks up at him and orders multiple drinks while pulling out a box of cigarettes. Taylor doesn't smoke... or drink.
She puts the cigarette to her bright red lips and takes a long drag before inhaling and exhaling the smoke. Her drinks are set before her and a few men take looks at how unbothered she is about her drinks being out in the open, and I swear if anyone puts anything into her drink Im not going to sit back and watch.

She looks around, taking in her surroundings and she picks up one of the drinks and downs the whole thing she pushes it forward, then takes another drag of her cig.
She then picks up the next drink swirls it around in the glass and downs it, the same way she downed the last one.

Two drinks turned into three, and three drinks turned into four, each time pulling out another cigarette. I haven't taken my eyes off of her not once, how could I?
"Tom?"
"Tom? hello?"

"what do you want Georg i'm fucking busy"

"we need to get out of here, its been 2 hours, you cant watch her forever Tom." How could he say that? How could he tell me I needed to leave the only thing keeping me alive again.
But i cant even cause a sene all I can do is nod and walk out on my precious girl once again leaving her to the greedy eyes of other men.
"Im coming back for you my love, I'm coming back." i whisper to myself, and with that I up and leave

##TAYLORS POV##
"Crimson!" What the fuck does Lucy want now
"you have a booking follow me" she says in a hurry
"Two bookings in one night?" i ask not even expecting an answer
"yes Crimson two bookings in one night." she scoffs a bit "oh God you didn't think you'd only be getting one booking per night did you?"
I shut up. If this is what its going to take to get me out then so be it.

"have fun!" she says just like she did earlier
"and behave."

"Crimson! Ive been so eager to finally meet you." he had a scary voice, you know the type of voice to make you shiver even if they told you things were going to be okay.

"hello sir." I huff a bit under my breath as i go to sit next to him.
He stroked my arm up and down just staring at me with a greedy look. Then he moved one of the straps of my dress down, and did the same with the other one.

not again. please. i don't want this again. don't let it happen Taylor, please fight back, please Taylor please

I don't move. He moves his head so his lips are at my ear and he whispers into my ear, I try to block it out I try so hard.
"you smell so edible"
"your skin is so innocent and soft"
He pushes my shoulders down and i lay there on the bed, awaiting my fate.
He slides the silk dress off of my body and unbuckles his belt, it makes a clonk as it hits the wooden floor. It echoes in my head over and over and over and over again.

He licks my neck and fondles my breasts

STOP. STOP IT. GET OFF. FUCKING SAY SOMETHING TAYLOR. SAY SOMETHING.

I don't move. As he plays with my body my surroundings start to blend together, all the dark browns and reds bleed together like a water colour painting, and the sounds of him grunting into my ear become muffled and fuzzy.

OK STOP. MAKE HIM STOP. KNEE HIM IN THE BALLS. THAT ALWAYS WORKED. DON'T LET HIM TAYLOR. TAYLOR PLEASE.

I don't move. I lay there, my body limp as he moves my limbs to where he wants them like i'm some kind of fucking sex doll.

Before I know it he's inside of me. I slowly turn my head to look at him, his eyes are squeezed shut tightly and he's biting his lip so hard i think he might accidentally bite it off.

IT HURTS. TAYLOR STOP. STOP IT. MAKE IT STOP. IM BEGGING YOU.

I don't move. My whole body aches and my heart is pounding away in my chest so hard I think it might come out.

My eyes begin to fill with tears, and before i know it, tiny little tear drops are rolling down my face, just like the rain was rolling down the window of the SUV when Roman drugged me. I just cant let that happen again. I cant.

STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP

I don't move. The mans legs start to tremble and his arms collapse under him, Id like to think he died, but he didn't, he lay on top of my exposed body huffing and puffing trying to catch his breath.
I finally sit up pushing the mans arms off of me, then i slip my slutty little dress back on, pick up my purse and wait to see if id even get a thank you.

"good bitch" he spits at me

And with that i walk out of the room and go back downstairs to see the SUV pulled up outside waiting for me.