Masked Emotions (ONE DIRECTION FANFIC)

Chapter 3

Before I can think twice about what's happening, I feel my arm being tugged. I'm trying to keep up with this man who looks to be 30 or so. He drags me away passing several rooms. The halls seem endless. I can feel the tears already building up but I blink them away before the man can see. After all, we "prostitutes" are suppose to show no emotion. The mans grip on my arm tightens as he stands in front of a door and states at it.

"This will do" he finally speaks. His voice is deep and raspy, but not in a welcoming way. He let's go of my hand and walks in. I do the same as I take in my surroundings. There's a rather large black bed at the fat corner of the room and a pole that connects from the ceiling to the floor. There are now windows, and the plain black walls fill me with fear. "Dance for me." The man interrupts my thoughts. This is it. This was exactly what the classes and rules were for. I knew exactly what he meant and every inch of my body shivered at the thought.

"Hurry up." his voice commands. I walk towards the pole and wrap my right hand around it. My left hand grips the space right below my right hand. I bend down and push myself against the pole. My hips continue to move around the pole as do my hands. Dancing like this in 6 inch Stalletos is not easy. My eyes haven't opened not once through my "dancing." I haven't dared to look at his reaction. Two pair of hands suddenly clutch my waist as the mans body grinds against me. I gasp at the sudden action and my eyes shoot straight open. The man's meaty fingers travel down the front of my thong. I place my hand over my mouth as I turn around to look at the mans face. His eyes are rolled back and his mouth is parted.

Why must I have to go through this?! Why me? Oh God, if there is one, help me! Please help me! The man grabs my wrist and tugs me to the corner of the room. He pushes me onto the bed and begins to unbuckle his belt. He pulls his pants and boxers down and all at once leans over me. He pulls my thong down to my knees and takes a hold of his length ready to enter me He gets closer. "Please don't hurt me." My eyes are closed and my voice is shaky and pathetic. "You're here to please me. Whether I hurt you or not, I really don't care." he barks. His length is now millimeters away from me. I open my eyes and pull up my thong. I scurry across the bed and fall to the floor. I run towards the door and bolt out of the room. The years fall from my eyes, and I don't try to hold them back. My vision is blurry as I trip over my feet to get out if here. I reach the front desk and the plump woman who owns this hell is sitting on a chair behind the desk as always. I'm not sure because I didn't even glance at her. I ran straight for the door.

"Hey, where are you going?! Come back!" the woman yelled at me. I didn't listen though. I grab the handle but before I could get out, someone outside ran into me...