Secrets Of His Playhouse(Slowly Editing)

Five

Jermany's POV

The tears roll freely down my cheeks as I sit still. Moments later, I feel him wipe them away with a handkerchief. I look up to find him grinning.

"Now that that's done and dusted, you can begin with your schedule for today. First, you will leave here -accompanied by French- to the cafeteria to have breakfast. Then we, as in you and I, will go to meet your trainer Diamond; trust me, you'll like her. After that, you will have your first lessons with me. Is that understood?"

I just look at him with so much hate and anger without saying a word. He leans in and what he does next shocks me. He grabs my cheeks roughly and holds on to them firmly. I can feel his fingers digging into my cheeks as I whimper. He looks at me with harsh green eyes and speaks.

"When I ask questions, Sunshine, I expect answers. Is that understood?"

"Y-yes" I say despite the pain. He lets go of me and I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks again.

"Good girl. Now," he looks at French. "take her to the cafeteria."

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French pushes me in through medium-sized brown doors. It takes all my strength to keep from falling flat on my face.

"Alright Sunshine, play nice with the other girls." He says in a fatherly tone; he sounded like it was my first day of school. He shoots me a grin and leaves.

I look around my surroundings. It looked more like a prison dining hall than a cafeteria. Some people are lined up getting food from a stand; it was a buffet. The food looked decent. People sat in groups. One table had enormous men with way too much tattoos and bushy beards. They were all wearing the same uniforms, so I guess they were the guards. Girls with odd hair colours and a lot of piercings occupied the table next to theirs. With what they wore, I'd say they were better off naked. One girl who had a huge nose ring and purple hair wore a short net in the form of a "gown" and under it she wore a g-string pantie and a transparent bra. The other tables were mixed that is guys and girls or should I say bros and hoes. Some people at the mixed tables were making out seriously, some were throwing food at each other and some were doing weird things that my innocent mouth doesn't dare utter. Some guy and a girl were on top of a table and....and....it was just shameless and ew.

I didn't belong here at all. I turn to leave but I'm not paying attention so I end up hitting something or at least I wish it was something. Angry blue eyes scan me from head to toe.

"Can't you watch where your goi.... Who the hell are you?!"

I backed up a bit. The girl before me had hair as black as the night, with some stripes of pink here and there. She wore a tight knee-length leather skirt and a sleeveless crop top. She oozed drama and danger.

"I-I'm so sorry I wasn't looking." I say.

"You sure as hell weren't, who are you anyway?!"

"I..." I'm interrupted when a girl comes up to us.

"What's going on Silver, who is she?" The girl asks. She had brown eyes and blonde hair with blue stripes.

"I was just about to find out." the first girl; Silver says. "I asked you a question girl who are you?"

"What do you think you're doing?"

We all turn to see Shawn looking displeased.

"I'm just asking her who she is?" Silver says. I notice her entire demeanor change. It's not like she was acting like she wasn't just mean to me; she was shooting daggers at me, but she was acting weird like she was flirting? Yes, she was flirting, and it was very obvious.