Chapter 144 See-Through
Dean drags me down a darkened hallway until he unlocks a door and shoves me into a dark room.
I growl because I still can't see a damn thing! Are they going to blind me with darkness? What the hell is the point of all of this?
"Put these on!" He snarls at me, flipping on a light, and I blink. It's not bright, just enough to see what the hell I'm doing. Do these people not believe in lights?
He hands me some strappy bra that leaves nothing to the imagination, a scrap of cloth pretending to be a pair of panties, a garter belt and thigh high stockings... And a fucking collar.
What the fucking hell does he plan to have me do in these? Is this what he was planning when they called me a fucking dancer? I have a sinking feeling I know exactly what kind of fucking dancer they want me to be.
"Fine! I'll play your fucking game, Dean. And when I get out of here, you are going to wish you'd never met me!" I growl, shoving him out. Not that I can move him, but he goes chuckling darkly.
"You've got two minutes, sweetheart," He smirks before closing the door. I hear it click behind me, so there is no chance of escape.
I place my hands over my belly. I'll keep you safe little one, no matter what the fuck I have to do, I'm not letting them get to you! I promise the small being growing in my belly.
I close my eyes and strip off my filthy clothes. I'm grateful for the moment of solitude. The last thing I need is them to watch me undress, even in a dark room.
I look down at the clothes I'm throwing to the floor and growl. My pretty clothes Rick bought me a couple weeks are ruined! They mostly have holes in it anyway from all the pulling the bastard did.
I slip on the 'clothing' he's demanding that I wear. I'm surprised the shit fits. I'm going to pretend I'm at the beach and I'm just wearing a bikini like every other girl. I can pretend every stitch of fabric is more or less see-through.
Maybe if it's dark enough, they won't be able to see a damn thing. Wishful thinking, I know, but it's the only thing I can do to keep myself from throwing up.
I stand there in the dark room fiddling with the damn collar, wanting to throw it in his fucking face. Or better yet, wrap it around his fucking neck until he can't breathe. I want to see what he thinks of his fucking accessories!
I pull up the stockings and attach them to the garter belt. What the hell do they even do? They don't give warmth. They sure as hell don't protect my privacy. They are just fucking sheer black things for men's entertainment.
Just as I finish, Dean unlocks the door and looks me up and down with a filthy sneer on his lips. Lust is written all over his face and I'm fucking disgusted. This guy is not only more than twice my age, but he is also married! He has his own child! How the hell does he convince himself this is okay?
"Good girl! Now, you are going to do exactly what I want, or we are going to hurt your little sister," he growls, putting his slimy hands on my body. It sends shivers of revulsion down my body.
Does that mean they still have Liv? She was the whole reason I got caught off guard. She'd been tied up to the fucking chair and before I could even turn around... I can't even remember what happened next!
I just woke up in the fucking dark room surrounded by bastards who are too scared to show their faces! Do one of them have my sister? Are they keeping her here so I will do whatever the hell they want?
Would I be surprised if that was the case? I don't even know anymore! Lately my life has been so messed up.