THE SPACE by Paige Turner (Outlining And Editing)
intended for mature audiences only, sexual themes, strong language... TRIGGERWARNING: sex trafficking, graphic violence, drug abuse, speaking of r@pe(remembering\alluding too), sa, fetish play including but not limited to, knife play, bondage, gray con. Torture interrogation scenes, graphic gore(flash backs) mutilation (the main characters perform of the antagonist) mentions of self harm (More will be added as needed. Please put your mental health first)
summery:
I felt eyes on me... it was just like clock work. There was a long pause despite the loud music, and the feeling only amplified as I decided to ignore it.
"You seem out of place here..." His voice was low muffled by a cigarette he held to his lips. But I could still hear his voice rise over the music.
"I've been to a night club before." I turned my head to look at the man who spoke, his green eyes had a trace of amusement once he recognized I finally addressed him. I leaned against the bar and sipped my drink. The taste of the alcohol washed over my tongue, it was strong but I managed the sip with ease.
"You seem out of place, in general. A lot on your mind?" the low voice asked however it sounded more like a demand.
"Isn't that what the bartender is for?" I look away from him, as I down my drink. "I'd hate to spew all my problems on to a man who is trying to enjoy his night." I continued as I kept my eyes forward. But I saw in the corner of my eye, his hand lifted and he snapped his fingers. Soon another drink was being poured in my glass despite the many asking for first rounds. I glance over at the man who has not let his eyes falter from my face.
It was the man in the rain...
"I'm better than the bartender." I watched him raise his glass and take a sip before adding. "I'm the boss."
