The Blind Deception

BlindTrust

      She's smiling?

"Rere, what's going on?" I let out a strained laugh, wanting to believe this was a sick joke. "I caught on, this joke isn't funny anymore."

I take a look around me, and all the men were huge and looked dangerous. Was this really a joke?

"A joke, hmm? Where's the joke, Aemilia? These men here aren't here for kiddy games, and they promised to show you a good time."

"Right, men?"

They let out a "yeah" in unison, and she continues, "You'll have fun, right? But unfortunately, they'll make it so you never set foot on an ice rink again," she says, her eyes filled to the brim with hatred.

Slowly backing away, I turn on my heels, trying to run away again, but someone caught my arm and pulled me down, making me fall hard on the floor.

"Please, let me go. Please, please, I'll do anything. If you men need anything... money... sexual fav-" I start to plead, but those words soon fell upon deaf ears when suddenly, I was yanked across the floor by my legs.

The men in the locker room showed no mercy as hard kicks and punches flew my way. The bitter taste of coins filled my mouth, which told me I was bleeding.

My half-naked body felt oddly heated in the cold locker room under their lust-filled glares. My tears became silent.

While Aloere slowly approached me with a piece of glass in her hand, her men refrained from beating me to just holding me down, unable to fight back as the men overpowered me. I felt so powerless, my strength held nothing over these men.

I didn't want my death to be painful at all. I wanted to go out as quickly as possible, but those thoughts sounded as if I was giving up, and unable to accept that fact, I thrashed around, screaming, but again kicks and punches came violently, quietly telling me to shut it.

I was too much of a coward because I wanted to live.

I kept fighting.

"Please, just let me g-" I start to beg, but another kick to my stomach shut me up once again.

Oddly enough, nothing felt broken or out of place, like it was intentionally done to keep me in the "best" shape until they were satisfied.

Aloere leans down and grips my shoulder, bringing the piece of glass to my—

A hand on Aemilia's shoulder brought her out of her thoughts, and she jumped away quickly, turning to see who had touched her.

When her eyes met the figure before her, she was stunned.

Beauty, they say, is in the eye of the beholder. Yet, anyone who set their gaze on him would greedily drink in his features, and envy would attack their confidence, regardless of gender or race. His beauty was so ethereal, so otherworldly, that the angels could mistake him for one of their own.

Okay, maybe she was exaggerating, but he was hot. Model hot.

The guy looked down at her through long light brown eyelashes. Unable to meet his eyes, she let hers drop from his face down his body instead.

He stood around 6'2", not completely towering over her 5'8" frame. Tall and skinny, with a subtle strength to him, as though he worked out to keep in shape. Aemilia slowly took in his outfit, and once again, she was shocked.

He looked completely comfortable, as if he were at home. He wore sweats, Nike slides, and a tight-fitting white tee, supported by a silver chain that hung around his neck and silver rings around his fingers.