ROTTEN {18+}

Ace Of Spades.

T.W: contains descriptions of rape and assault, abuse, drug usage and disturbing sex scenes.
(Reader discretion is advised.)

"No, stop please!!!" A girl screams. Sexual harassment was a regular thing here, assault and battery too.

Everything's in a haze. Nothing makes sense.
"Lay her on the table." Another poor girl is splayed across a poker table after being hauled by two bouncers.

There's a strange lack of emotion on her face, one that perfectly mirrors my own void of a personality.

What was she doing here? Mariana?

I see one of the men who lift her up onto the table have the signature 'X' marked across his face. Jason.
Not to be a hypocrite but how did the 'it' couple who had everything going for them end up in a stink place like this?

I worked here not for money but to have some excitement in my life. I overheard some girls i shared an apartment building talking about a 'dangerous yet well paying job."

I was all for danger.

She's completely naked with a gag tied in her mouth. I was a waitress here in a Paris underground gentleman's club.
I work here and see all manners of shit go on, and i mean all manners.

"You boy." The man commands pointing to Jason. "Entertain us."
With a face that showed all seven stages of grief in a few seconds, Jason unbuckles his pants and begins to have sex with Mariana.

That's what they meant, that's what they always meant.

While the men play poker, the sound of Jason and Mariana having sex is just for background noise as one of the men complained about the quietness at their table.
The old man eventually gets bored of Jason and eventually has seven men come for Mariana. She takes it all ~ gladly.

It isn't a strange occurrence here as on a pole on the ground floor a stripper is being banged by one of the club's regulars. The stripper seems to be enjoying it. A Lot, trust me she does.
I've spoken with her.
She sticks out her tongue to men as they stuff dollar bills in between her cleavage and shove some into her mouth. That was the girl that I overheard in the corridor of the apartment complex.

Gross.

I balance the tray of whiskey and other spirits on my hands and walk out. Call me crazy but i find this place greatly underwhelming.
I place the tray on the table and begin handing out the drinks before moving to another section of the table. I pass Jason's and Mariana's line of sight and they both catch me smirking at them.

They both jolt in shock. Shame immediately washes over Jason.

"Smile a little will ya sunshine?" One of the men at the table tell me.
I stare at him and he looks away, now uncomfortable.
"This little flea scared ya?" The first man says, making a mockery of his friend who couldn't hold my judgemental gaze for much longer than a few seconds.

The idiot grabs me by my tight covered thigh and i yank my leg away. I've only worked here for two months and this was the point I needed to really quit. This place was a boring hell hole anyway.

The mother fucker gets up and slaps me across the face. I haven't recovered from the shock but suddenly i feel it.
The literal blinding rage as the man rips open my dress shirt and exposes my bra.
He licks his lips as he turns me to face his friends.
"These are some really pretty tits." The man makes a move to grope me but instead in a fit of blind rage i pull out a gun from his friends garter and shoot him straight across the face.

The man now lays flat on the floor as there's a smoking hole in his head mirroring the smoke coming from the gun in my hand.

I don't flinch, I don't move. The club goes silent.

I just took someone's life, my first kill.....

and i bloody enjoyed it.

A cry of rage comes from his friend and I immediately back off as the man swings a knife at me, before i process further I've also shot him in the head, he drops beside his dead friend. Everyone armed and concerned suddenly pull out weapons in me.

By everyone armed i mean all the bouncers as they try to corner me, they don't shoot, strangely, it's against store policy for customers to bring weapons in here and because the men i killed weren't regulars but rather on and off'ers who like to touch the prostitutes here but could barely afford their services and yell at bouncers as if they owned them.
I did them a solid, but that meant that i was out of a job and going to prison.
I had one chance and one chance only.

No one who can recognise me leaves here alive.

I'm still armed, i raise my hands in a pretence of defeat before grabbing a gun from a shocked bouncer and there i have it, 20 men down. More running to their aid. I take a katana from the display case and slice open two gas pipes that ran along the wall.

I'm so sorry to that family that probably making dinner right now and i just cut off their gas supply.

I grab a lighter from the table and hold it up.
My face unreadable. They freeze.
"Try it kid, you'll die too." One of them mocks.
I drop the katana near the dead fuck's body and back away.
I knew what i was doing, the entire place had been filled with gas. One little spark and it's over, shooting was not an option.

I've seen these men, i know them. None of them are trained in hand to hand combat.
None, not one. How can an establishment this big be that careless.

It doesn't matter, it all works out in my favour anyway.
I tuck the lighter into my bra.

The men lunge at me and i Immediately start. All the caged wildness in me running free.
It's a bloody battle that leaves no one standing except me. They're no cameras in here. All this is illegal. Having any sort of proof hanging around was a terrible idea.
This was mismanagement at it's peak.

I walk out of the soundproofed booth where the whole lash out and violence took place. No one on the lower floor any the wiser. How could they be so dumb, didn't they smell the gas?

I guess they can't through the copious amount of freebase that they were consuming.

I get a few stares. I look and feel like some badass female action movie main character.
I did all that while in stilettos too. I hold the guns at my side, my bun still up tight, shirt still open and skirt now bunched up.

Standing in front of the unsecured building i aim upstairs where the gas leak was heavier.

With a loud boom the poorly constructed place comes crashing down, i get hit by a few glass shards as I'm not standing far away enough.
I clean the guns thoroughly using some wipes i carry along with me and make my getaway.
The news the next day stated that there were no survivors and after investigation it was concluded to be a gang fight which resulted in a gas leak.

It was framed so perfectly. While doing poker, a fight broke out and a crazy customer decided that it was the perfect time to commit suicide and the case had been brought to a close after a week of investigation after all, a single leakage caused the explosion and a lot of their wanted criminals were in that building.
It was best to turn a partial eye to the case but i was surprised when the news reporter announced the amount of people that had been killed in the explosion.

"Two hundred and sixty three people were caught up in the explosion and-"

I turn off the T.V smiling. I moved in and out so quickly I could've been a phantom, non existent, just a figment of their imagination.
I was lucky to be alive but i feel a wave of regret wash over me that causes my smile to fade.

Just how many kids did i render orphans?
That stripper just wanted to provide for her kid, Jason and Mariana had a daughter, the bouncers combined had several mouths to feed, i feel something stiff and so i reach into my pocket and pull out two poker cards.

An Ace. The most powerful.

"What the hell have i done?" I whispered out.

A/N: not so fun fact about Berenice, she is actually capable of human emotions, she just choses not to show it and that is what makes her scary.