~Hercules~
I remember those years ago. When everyone respected me. But when my family died, I fell into a spiral of depression. They were murdered, and it happened before my eyes.
You'd think that I would play football, or soccer, right?
Nope.
I ice skate.
It seems dumb, and in a way, is dumb, but it's also so relaxing.
If I can make it back into sanity, and having people respect me, then life would be perfect, so here's my plan.
First, I need to find someone worthy, a prodigy of sorts, to train.
I introduce them as one of the best ice skaters, besides me, and people will know how normal I can be.
It should be simple, besides the point of finding a person, as I will be able to easily train someone, and make the outfits, and I have plenty of ice skates to spare.
So, lets head on to the first step.
~Timeskip~ -One day-
Okay, so I may have put it off for a bit. I just need to cool down before I start Ice skating.
That ironic.
I decided to head to a club that my friend Alexander showed me once.
I walked into the place and I immediately smelled beer, puke, and sex.
Wow, such a classy place.
I walked over and got to the front of the stage, waiting for someone to be sent out. Most of the time they have girls, but they also have male strippers.
Which is pretty much all I'm there for.
"Now introducing, the French belle."
The speakers said, and a beautiful man with a clean-cut beard and a beautiful bun walked out, his legs shaking, and obviously not wanting to be there.
He had a very feminine body and was wearing a corset and some booty shorts to display that.
He got to the pole and stared down at the crowd, gulping.
He gripped onto the pole not daring to move, obviously too scared.
A man came out with a microphone and started speaking.
"Now, ladies and gentlemen, this is what happens when you get a pussy-ass-bitch to work here." He said, smirking. Did he pull out a- whip? He then smacked the mans thigh harshly with the whip.
He yelped and fell forward, falling off the stage. I quickly caught him bridal style, confused and in slight shock.
"Okay, man, bring the belle back up here."
I looked down at the man who was shaking and on the brink of tears.
"uhm.." I contemplated my decisions.
"Nah." I said, and bolted off with the man in my arms.
I made a sharp turn and started to run for my apartment building, it not being too far.
God, this man must be freaking out, it probably looks like I'm kidnapping him.
He started silently crying. I ran faster and finally reach the apartments, bolting to the elevators. I pressed the button for the 16th floor and set him down gently.
"Are you okay?" I said, gently.
He looked up with fear in his eyes. "P-please don't hurt me." He said. So that's why they call him the French Belle, he's actually French.
"I won't. I'm just bringing you to my apartment. You looked uncomfortable at the club. I'm sorry I sound insane. I basically just kidnapped you- I'm so so so so-"
"It's fine.." He said, still shaken up.
