The booming from the music never seemed to end. Even when I'm at home, at a friends house, or even just at the beach, the rhythm was always there stuck in my head all day.
I had just rolled my eyes at this man who I had just served his 6th beer to. About 5 minutes later, he had asked for another but I refused to serve him. He had been very touchy to me the whole night and I was uncomfortable to even look at him. "What the fuck do you mean you are not going to give me another!" He yelled at me. I quickly turned around and tried to walk away but I soon felt a strong hand grip my wrist and pull me towards the person. I whipped my head around and saw the man again. "You will serve me another beer you whore." He spat in my face. I replied a little to quickly. "No." I plainly said. You could hear the shakiness in my voice. He tightened his grip on my wrist making me yelp out in pain. "Hey let go of her!" I heard someone scream. I turned around and saw the manager, David, walking up to the guy. He yanked my wrist out of the mans and pulled me over to the side. "I want you to just clean the tables okay?" I quickly nodded my head. "If he comes back, tell me and I will kick him out." David said with a wink. I gave him a shy smile and quickly started to clean the tables, but all I could hear was the mans voice in my head.
"You whore."
"You whore."
"You whore."
I was quickly put out of my train of thought when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a man about 6 feet tall with short dark brown hair looking at me. "Yes?" I asked quietly. "I was wondering if I could interview you for a article on young women being harassed in a bar?" The man said with a deep voice. "I'm willing to give 75$." He mumbled. I thought about it for a moment and I finally replied, "How about 90$." "85$." "95$." Me and the man, whom's name I still did not know argued for 5 minutes before we finally came to a deal. "How about 150$ so you will close your mouth?" Charlie spat rather forcefully. I had to admit, that did scare me at how vicious he sounded but i needed the money, so why not? We both sat down at a table in the corner. "My name is Charlie." "I'm Bella."
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Sooooooooo i published this a while ago but then deleted it because i thought it was terrible, but now i have a lot of free time so why not publish it again? :)
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Kidnapped by Cannibals
Horror- [ ] Bella was an orphan and has never had a family before. Her parents died in a car crash before she was 1. She became a waitress and lived a horrible life. That is, until a mysterious man comes in and interviews her. As she is walking home after...
