Her Art Wall.

12

lmao  it's been awhile and i'm sorry. i've been really busy and i've been on my other account @MaySmiley . But i'm here now so yeet. Also if I post a story on here and it's not Camila/Shawn would you still give it a read? just curious.

I published a new shawmila story called "Lost in Lust" so check it out!

OH AND TO THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE ASKING WHY HER NAME IS KARLA AND NOT CAMILA : wait for it ;)

Chapter 12

My breathing hitched as those words slipped right out of his mouth.

Basically this strip club makes specific boys who have a high status or are of high authority choose whatever stripper they like and hook up with her. They have a choice : they'd choose an angel or a devil. Angel basically means normal sex , just two bodies foreplaying and joining as one. Devil basically means all that Christian Grey shit. The chocking , the whipping, the hand cuffing , the blind folding...

I didn't want to be an angel nor a devil.

"I'm sorry but i'm not up for it." He looked at me with an intense stare. He was a very attractive man, I'd give him that.

"Fine, only because I find you cute." He smiled at me and I smiled back , I was so relieved. "However, I would like to get to know you." 

Why does Orlando Torbev want to get to know me? A stripper?

"Errmm okay.Deal." I said as I nodded my head. That was nice of him, to get me off the hook that easily. I've never been chosen. I've never had to go through being an angel or a devil. They'd all go to Lauren or Evera. But somehow I managed to get Orlando Torbev to choose me. I seriously need to try and talk to my boss and see if he can make me an exception. I wouldn't want to do those kind of things with boys I didn't know.

"Tomorrow. 8pm. Meet me next to Starlin' Park." And with that  he headed out and left. Orlandso Torbev dwas the CEO of Euphoria Model Agency. He was crazy rich and crazy handsome.What does he have to do with me?

Clark came back and told me that I could leave. I nodded and told the girls i'd be at the alley. After I put some decent clothes on, I left to go to my favorite destination, the alley.My art walls.

It was just like I left it the last time , mine. My drawing of Shawn made me smile instantly. The world had a crazy way of twisting things. Just a month ago I was this desperate teenager in need of money ,drawing her heart out. I was so obsessed with him. I don't know why I said that sentence in the past tense. I am a desperate teenager in need of money, drawing her heart out. I am so obsessed with him. 

I looked at his smiling portrait and leaned my forehead onto it. I miss you so much. 
He wasn't even texting much. I'm okay with that though. I understand. 

But sometimes I just wished he'd text me a 'hey, i really miss you' in between breaks. Or just tell me what he's been up to. Him being this way just makes me think that he only wanted to get with me and leave even though I didn't believe that.

I didn't believe that for two reasons. One, he didn't seem like he was playing me. Everything we did felt really genuine to me. He looked at me like I was his most prized possession. I hope that hasn't changed.

The second reason was, I didn't want to believe it. Before all of this happened, I was a diehard fan of his. He was one of the people I looked up to. If he turned out to be a completely different person, i'd feel like part of the things I believed in the most ,were just a lie. Like he was just a lie. I didn't want to believe that.

Shawn Mendes loved me. That's all I wanted to believe, and so I shrugged off all the negative thoughts I had of him.

I looked around the alley in search of a blank face on one of the walls. I smiled when I found one. Shawn's face was all that was vivid in my mind and so unintentionally , i found myself drawing him once again.

I was peacefully drawing him. I blocked out the world and focused on myself and the paint. I was so into what I  was doing to the point where I didn't even notice someone walked into the alley behind me. I felt a hand on my mouth , covering it with a piece of cloth. I thrashed and thrashed within the persons hold, trying my best not to breathe into the cloth. But I couldn't resist not breathing so eventually i inhaled. I got to see the glimpse of the person.

He had a black mask. His dark green eyes looked at me furiously. I stopped thrashing since it seemed pointless at this point. The darkness consumed and so I closed my eyes.

I was kidnapped,
and I had no one to save me.

The last thing I saw was the drawing of shawn I was working on and I smiled to myself weakly.
Save me.

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It's summer now and so I can update more often.

I published a new shawmila story called "Lost in Lust" , check that one out!

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