Fell For A Stripper | 𝑠. 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑑 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 [COMPLETED] | 18+

I'm Lucky To Have You

*** VIOLENCE IN THIS CHAPTER***

MY POV

~30 minutes later~
I wake up and my head hurts, I can't get my arms to my face cause they're tired behind me and I saw my feet are tied together as I looked down at them.

But I put my head back up, I look around, and it looks as if I'm in an abandoned apartment complex or something. I can't tell, it's too dark, all I can tell is that it's abandoned. The walls look torn up, and just white and gray, there was only so much light coming from the window.

Then I hear footsteps, I pause from looking around in fear. As I hear the footsteps come closer, I hear a chuckle.

I then see him, a tall man, looks like he's mixed with something, may be in his late 20s to early 30s, he walks closer and closer to my direction.

Before I know it, he gets closer to my face, just inches away from being face to face.

He then chuckles once again, then asks "so, what made you wanna become a stripper? Something that's just filthy and disgusting, nothing but lust is in the air when it comes to something like that?"

I sigh, "I couldn't take how little money I was getting from my old job, I wasn't getting paid nearly enough. I needed more money. So that's when I decided to strip" I said truthfully.

He then slapped me in the face, I flinch a little with my face stinging now. He just started to pace back and fourth.

He didn't say much else, but every once in a while, he'd slap, kick, punch or hit me any way he could while keeping me tied up.

Shaking, and scared, wincing at how much pain I'm in. I've been suffering, I don't know for how long exactly. But I know I have some wounds, ones that seem minor but I couldn't quite tell. I don't know.

I keep squeezing my eyes, just blinking as hard as I can trying to see if this is a dream although I know it's not.

Then I take deep breath, thinking that I know this is what he wants. He wants me to do this, see me suffer and squirm. To see me cry or angry. So I suddenly take a deep sigh, with my eyes closed. Then slowly open them back up.

He came back to me with some water, which was the first time he had ever done so. He undid the kid and gave me as much as I needed.

After he was done giving me water, "why do you have such negative feelings toward strippers?" I asked. He ignored the question and kept walking back up the steps.

He was already half way before I asked, when I did he just stopped and stood there for a moment. Then did a light chuckle, shaking his head lightly. Then kept walking.

Next thing I knew I heard the door close. I'm breathing from my nose and out my mouth to be as calm as possible. I've been in a similar situation with Trevor. That's what I was thinking of, trying to put myself in that situation again and how I handled it.

I know Spencer is gonna be here as soon as he can be, but I hope it ends up being soon.

Im drenched in sweat, my hair is completely messed up and soaked, not to mention the times where he would throw ice cold water at me, so not only was I covered in sweat, but in water.

I tried not to move as much as possible, such little movement can cause so much pain. Any time I just moved my foot not even an inch, I started wincing and pressed my lips against each other as I was trying not to scream and cry out in pain.

Staying there in the same spot caused an aching pain, but it was much worse when I did move. I felt like I had no choice.

Eventually he did come back down and beat me. He used a baseball bat this time, and hit my stomach multiple times.