Six Different Kinds of Love

A Rather Unpleasant Sight

There where two girls standing on a higher platform. These girls looked a little older than the other three.
One was blonde, she had a strong figure and was-beautiful to say in the least. The other was the same only she had jet-black hair and beautiful deep, navy eyes.
It was a strip tease.
It boiled my blood to see people cheering. Laughing. Taking photos.
I wanted to punch something. But I had to maintain it. I had to stay calm if I wanted to do this right.

"How long before their next....break?"

I asked, there was a hint of desperation in my voice. Not good.

"Luckily for you, 5 minutes."

Great. That was perfect.

"Uh-wait here.."

They nodded, but also looked at me as if I had gone mad, and backed up into a nearby corner.
They also looked like they wanted to run away, but they didn't.

I'll grab the rest of the girls and then I will gain their trust by protecting them.
Ok.
I can do this.
I snuck backstage and waited.
Gods it was crowded in here.
I stepped on a piece of cloth.
I was a school shirt.
No way...
It can't be...
Why..?
I felt like punching something again.
These girls where only school girls. All the more reason I had to get them out of this devils place.
Five minutes later, I heard two feminine voices coming down from the stage. It was them.
Ok-now was my chance.
The blondie stopped and looked at me. She looked at me as if I were a ghost, as expected.

"What the hell?!! Why is there someone down here!!!"

She screamed.

"No, no, no, no hang on a sec-"
I flailed my hands infront of her trying to calm her down.

"Get lost before I call the guards!"

Shit not the guards again.

"Hang on-j-just hear me out! I'm here to help you!"

"What on earth are you talking about! Get lost-"

"Calm down! Let's just hear her out and if she's talking crap then we'll call the guards, OK?"

The black-haired girl said.
She seemed totally calm and carefree. And hey-she recognised me as a girl! That's probably the kindest thing someone's said to me all week..
I took a deep breath and tried my hardest to convince them in the little time I had.

"I saw what you guys had to do out there-but I also saw the looks on your faces. I know this must be absolute hell for you right now-and that's why I'm here. I'm here to get you out."

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"Yeah-as if we believe that bull-crap-"

"We said we would hear her out!"

"Yeah but we also said, that if she's talking garbage then we would call the-"

Just then, we heard heavy footsteps in the distance.
Guards.
The two girls and I hid behind the staircase and waited.
Crap. Not good.

"Why are they here?"

I asked the girls.

"They've come to make us go to the next booth."

The black-haired girl said.

"...Booth..?"

What did they mean by booth?

"You don't wanna know."

Hang on...
That guy I beat up earlier...
He said 'private booth..'. That meant...Oh no no no no I was NOT about to let that happen.

"Come with me."

I said to them.
The black-haired girl followed but the other one didn't move.

"Like hell I would follow you."

"Please. Unless you wanna go with them..."

She hesitated at first.
She looked so hurt.
I could tell by the look in her eyes that she felt trapped.
She got up and followed me without a word.
Man, this was painful to witness.
We ran out backstage and hid in the bathroom whilst the guards walked past.

"That was too close."

The black-haired girl said.

"Ok let's go!"

When we made it to the other three and regrouped, we all sat down at a table and pretended to look like customers. I explained my plan to the girls and tried to reason with them.

"So you're saying, is that you're going to try to break us out of here?!"

The blonde girl said, slightly too loud..

"Shh...if anyone finds out, you girls will have to stay here forever and I'll get arrested."

They all said nothing.

"Tch. Why should we care if you get sent to jail?"

The blonde haired whispered sharply but also loud enough for me to hear.

-Ouch-

"Well, if this person is actually here to free us then I think we should take this as an opportunity to escape."

I was so thankful that the black-haired girl had a levelled head.
The blonde just rolled her eyes with a 'Whatever' look and sipped on her juice.
I sighed and proceeded to ask them questions.

"Are there anymore girls left..?"

I asked hoping for an answer of no.

"Unfortunately, yes. But there's only one more. Her job is...pretty gruesome though..."

How could anything get more gruesome than the things I've seen today?

"What does she do...?"

They all sighed and looked down.
Something about this didn't feel right.
My stomach twisted.

"...It's better if we didn't-"

"No! You have to take me to her. Please."