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Rei X slave!Reader || Slave to the rhythm

She dances in the sheets at night.
She dances to his needs.
She dances 'til he feels just alright,
until he falls asleep

She dances at the brak of dawn
and quickly cooks his food.
She can't be late, can't take too long,
the kids must get to school.

You were promised to a rude man, your family was a noble one. You had no choice.
He let you dance and strip for him every day and night when he wanted you to do it. You can't say you don't do that, he would ruin you. Again, you had no choice. You danced for him whenever he needed it, he touched you and made you regret that you were born in such a family like yours. You liked dancing, but not this type of dancing! You wanted to dance for your own, not for anyone else. You thought about running away often but when you did run, he always catched you and brought you back to his house, throwing you in a dark room and locked the door. Sometimes you spent whole days in this room and he left you hungry. It was horrible. Your family never knew about anything. You were too afraid to say something. This man might ruin you even more.

She's a slave to the rhythm.
She's a slave to the rhythm of...
She's a slave to the rhythm.
A slave to the rhythm of...
A rhythm of love, a rhythm of love.

She's a slave to the rhythm.
She's a slave to the rhythm of...
She's a slave to the rhythm.
A slave to the rhythm of...
A rhythm of love, a rhythm of love.

There was one good thing when you were locked in this dark room. You were hungry, but it didn't hold you back from dancing even if it would made you more hungry. You danced in your own style, just to make yourself happy. You sure felt free. Breakdance. Even without music, you wouldn't hold back. You were sure, someday you'll break free and live a normal life like the others without a rich family who promised you to a man you didn't like at all. You would dance your own style until your feet leave your body. You made mistakes of course, everyone makes mistakes, but you would never give up. Your day would come, the day when you have your freedom back.

She dances for the man at work
who works her all the time.
She can't be rude as she says:
"Sir, I must be home tonight."

She dances to the kitchen stove.
Dinner is served by nine.
She sets his food an hour late.
She must be out of her mind!

You didn't see your family often, even though you wanted to visit them every time, maybe you could finally tell them the real version of asshole this man was. But he didn't want that, you almost forgot the feeling of freedom. Just your own dancing brought you back to life and gave you the best feeling you ever could feel. You had to work for him in the house. You had to wash his clothes. You had to make his breakfast, his dinner. You had to clean the house. You were like a housewife and a slut for him. He used you for his own fun and needs. You hated him. You hated it when he touched you, when he kissed you or when he held your hand with his dirty fingers which could were who knows where. You wanted to hit him, you wanted to push him away, you wanted to run away from him, you wanted to leave him, you wanted to break free from his hands who held you back. It was horrible.