Inked Desires

Chapter 12

My days off flew by, and all I did was visit and care for my grandmother, who was looking better and better, but I knew this was not to her advantage; rather, her days next to me were short, so I did my best to give her the most amazing moments.

I hadn't seen Hades since our last meeting, but the truth was that I hadn't had time to go out to do so.

The time had come for me to return to work, and the thought of having to go back to that horrible place and let those bastards stare at and touch me sickened me.

I entered the club through the back door and went straight to my changing room to avoid facing anyone in my path.

I was organizing my things on the sofa before going on stage and performing my number when I heard a knock on the door.

"Yes!" I responded without hesitation, assuming it was Crystal. "Come in!"

I heard the door opening again but remained silent, waiting for Crystal to speak first.

I was leaning slightly over the couch to fold my jeans when I heard a thick, low voice whispering in my ear while two strong arms wrapped snugly around my waist from behind.

"I've missed you so much, princess." You have a really nice tattoo. So sexy." exclaimed the man, whom I recognized immediately by his voice and the intoxicating perfume he wore, as he leaned down and delicately kissed my neck.

"A-Alberto. Hi." I stuttered nervously and tried to spin and get out of his clutches, but he was far too strong for me.

"Oh yeah, trust me my day is a lot better now that you're back." He responded with a sensuous voice that revealed his excitement, and I felt him softly bite my neck before licking away the pain, leaving a filthy trail of saliva behind.

If I had been in another situation and with the person I desired, this gesture would have literally melted me off my feet, but this time it horrified me to the core of my being.

"Please, God, not him too." I prayed in my head, but the bulge in his suit pants, which now felt pressed to my ass, confirmed that this was not a bad dream, but the horrible reality I was experiencing.

"Alberto, I'm the next one to go on stage." I won't make it on time if you don't let me go right now." I muttered in a weak and fearful voice, attempting again to free myself, but it was impossible.

"Do not worry about it. I have already taken care of it. Crystal and Cherry will finish their numbers before you. I want to fuck you, Diamond. I want to fuck you so hard that you shout my name in front of the entire club." He replied, and this time I felt as he grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed it firmly, while the other went down my tummy, between my thighs, which I immediately pressed together.

"Please do not do this. Please, Alberto, do not do this to me." I pleaded him, my eyes welling up with tears, but he ignored me.

"Oh baby, I can't wait to feel that delicious cunt of yours tighten around my cock," he whispered, slipping his hand into my underwear. "I'm going to make you moan my name in pleasure and fall to your knees, begging me to fuck you once more. And maybe I would if you are a good little girl who listens to me."

I pressed my legs together with all my effort and seized his wrists to remove his filthy fingers from my body, but all I could do was exhaust myself, because Alberto was far too strong for me.

He pulled his hand out of my panties, and I felt him shudder as he unbuttoned his suit pants to reveal his cock. He gripped my neck and forced me down, forcing me to bend over the sofa. With his other hand, he shoved my panties aside and plunged into me, causing me to shriek and him to roar from deep within his chest. He stayed still for a few seconds, breathing heavily, while bitter tears streamed down my cheeks. I could feel him shivering in every bone, or perhaps it was my own body shaking. I was praying to God that He would take my life and I was sobbing as he began to move, softly pulling out of me and ramming back in, each movement making me tremble even more, but not for pleasure.

I cried and begged to get out of his clutches, but his stone heart made him immune to my pain.

I closed my eyes and accepted my fate, exhausted both physically and mentally from the situation I was in.

He began pumping faster and harder, and I was so angry and humiliated with my body for reacting to his touches, that I could feel my orgasm approaching. It hit me hard as Alberto's hand was placed between my legs and his fingers began to encircle my clit.

"That's it, princess, come on my dick. God, how tightly you wrap around it!" He hissed through his teeth and immediately followed me.

He slid out of me and grabbed a pack of wet wipes from my cosmetics table. He took out a tissue to wipe himself before throwing it next to me on the couch.

"Nick was right. You feel great to fuck." he chuckled as he inserted his member into his slacks.

I didn't respond or react, instead I remained still resting against the back of the couch. I was far too sick and weak from what had just happened to me. I felt empty inside, all I could feel was rage and frustration because there was nothing I could do about the monster.

"Now get cleaned up and get ready to go on stage!" He instructed before grasping my hair and pulling my head back. "Until next time, my beautiful Milla." He eventually spoke and walked out of my changing room, slamming the door behind him.

Only after I had ensured that his footsteps were no longer heard on the floor of the dark club hall did I struggle to my feet and begin to clean myself, after which I went in front of the mirror and allowed myself to cry from the bottom of my heart, watching the tears ruin my makeup even more than they already had. I wanted the earth to swallow me up so that no one would ever know I existed, and I wished with all my heart that those who had harmed me would pay dearly for my misery.I grabbed the bottle of perfume from my makeup table and raised my hand with the intention of throwing it at the bastard in the mirror because she was so weak in front of monsters of men, but I stopped in time and gave it the way to fall down on the floor and break into dozens of pieces, which was followed by me falling to my knees, covering my face, and feeling how my soul and heart were exactly like that bottle... broken, not in dozens, but in millions of damned pieces

With one last heavily sigh, I stood up and sat in front of the mirror, then began touching up my makeup and hair. I stepped up to the stage with my chin up and performed my number as if nothing had happened, avoiding Alberto's leering glances from the club's second floor railing.

I wasn't going to cry foe myself anymore, and I stopped asking myself why all these damn things were happening to me, or why no action could be taken about the abuses in this club, because I knew I couldn't fix anything as long as my grandmother lived, and for her sake, I had to be strong and not let her see that the disease she had was not only crushing her, but also destroying my soul piece by piece.

It had been a few days since the incident with Alberto, and I was relieved that he hadn't touched me since then, but never say never, because I knew I could anticipate anything from that bastard. I was surprised to see that I hadn't seen Nick since I had returned to the club, and I was even more surprised to learn that he had been out of the country for a few months,which made me feel relieved because I had finally gotten rid of one of the monsters, but I was also sad because I had encountered another.