AT HIS MERCY

CHAPTER 5 - BOUGHT

Macane couldn't get her out of his mind. Fuck he couldn't even call her a stripper in his mind. She haunted him. Since that first night, every time he closed his eyes he saw her, always dancing. He kept seeing her on stage, dancing, undressing for him. The dream always ended the same way every night, them reaching each other and the hands of the men around the stage grabbing her back. He was going crazy and couldn't think straight. Even the burn of expensive Bourbon wasn't lessening the tension and frustration anymore.

He would drive to the club and make his way into the back, sitting in the dark...watching. He went to every show each night since. He was consumed, obsessed...addicted he just couldn't get enough. He had to keep himself in check every time one of the men on the stage touched her or yelled something obscure. He tried numbing his temper, feelings, and thoughts with cheap liquor. But that only helped for a little while, nothing was working anymore.

Macane had almost missed her last show today. He and Murphy had a little in-house cleaning that took longer than they had wanted. So after they made their way to PP, if Murphy disapproved he never mentioned it just made his way to our usual booth. Fuck even thinking that they had a usual booth at this unsavory establishment made bile rise in his throat.

The Prima Ballerina finished her show and left the stage. The darkness welcomed the rise of anger at missing her show tonight. Sal's round frame passed by their seats, talking in a hushed voice to men seated near them, which men stood and followed him, he pulled another few men aside and escorted them all to the room next to the office marked private. After the door closed the giant bouncer stood outside of the door which peeked enough of Macane's interest to nudge Murphy on the shoulder. Murphy nodded, swallowed the mouthful of the last of his drink, and made his way to the hallway into the Bathroom. Macane stood lazily and made his way to the bathroom, just as he passed the Bouncer he felt a hand grabbing her arm. He turned and looked at the giant fingers grabbing at his suit's sleeve just as Murphy stepped out of the men's room right on time, his hand going behind his back automatically.

"Help the girl, she's a good one..." the giant said in a scratchy voice, Macane looked at him and his hand again, and the Bouncer let his hand fall, "What girl?" Macane asked through gritted teeth. "The Ballerina, ya gotta help her" A freezing chill wrapped around his lungs, his Ballerina was behind that door. He could hear commotion through the door. He slowly pulled his hands through his dark untrimmed hair, as he pushed past the Bouncer and opened the door.

The giant Bouncer standing to the side nodded his head, as if in silent agreement that no one but us would leave this room tonight. The room was dark, lighted up by red and yellow lights, he could hear the men's voices shouting out bidding amounts. He walked closer and saw men surrounding what seemed to be a small bed shouting out amounts "$100 000!", "$100 001", "$150 000!", "$150 001", "$500 000!"!

The amounts grew as the fat owner repeated the amounts eagerly while standing on a chair as he greedily wanted more. Macane walked closer and saw the ballerina lying, half-naked on the bed seemingly unconscious. Anger crackled in his veins, as he listened to Sal shouting, "Come on man she's a real ballerina, that class baby. That's at least worth $500 000 more,"

One of the men fell next to her on the bed touching her face, "Come on Sal she's mine now. These other losers won't have more than me. Stop teasing them." the man said as he drew his hands down between her breasts, groping her. Macane welcomed the darkness pouring from his veins and he bouldered out loud "DON'T TOUCH HER! SHE'S MINE"

At the sudden silence, Macane turned to the nearest man and snapped his neck, whereafter he beat bloody with his fists and emptied his Magnum's magazine into every last man there feasting on their panic and fear. Leaving Sal for dessert. However, was still alive Murphy finished. Macane took a calming breath as he darkly called out to Sal who was cowering against a sofa at the corner of the room.

Macane growled low and called over to Murphy "Take her to the car" Macane said coldly as he made his way over to where the unconscious body of his Ballerina lay on the bead and leaned over her to close her exposed breasts with her gown.

Macane opened the door for Murphy who picked the girl up and walked out. As he turned back to Sal, a deep dark smile crossed his face. He pulled out the switchblade in his pocket and walked over to where Sal crouched. "Take off your pants, and put your junk on the table" he spitted at Sal, and after a few minutes of waiting, he grabbed Sal by the neck, "okay, okay man please....please" Sal cried spit and snot covering his face, he leaned over unbuckling his pants, laying his flaccid dick on the table and in one swift motion Macane cut the knobby piece of at the base. Blood spilled out of him like an open tap. Pocketing his blade he turned knowing the agonizing long death of bleeding out that awaited the shit stain. Normally he would wait but the fact that he had preciouses cargo in his car, made him hurry outside.

Murphy standing against the door of the back SVU. He nodded and got into the passenger side of the car without a word, Macane walked over to the driver's side getting in, he couldn't help himself looking at the lifeless girl in the back seat. Relief flooded his body.

She was now his.