Chapter 2

Astrid I started to observing the room. It's like every other VIP room in the club – lit with blue lights, but not too bright, just enough to see your surroundings. Fear creeps up my spine as my eyes land on the bed. I'm not a fool to not know what goes on in here. People only come here to fuck or carry out other crude activities. But I'm not a willing candidate. “Just let me go, please–” I cry helplessly, and a man appears from the shadows. “We're going to make it quick. Get on the fucking bed,” he orders, appearing in front of me, and my voice abruptly gets stuck in my throat. I can't tell the color of his hair or eyes, but I'm sure of one thing – he's muscular and handsome, with a perfectly sculpted face and clenched jaw. Is he in pain? “Let me go. What the hell is going on here?” I yell, tears streaming down my face as my heart thuds loudly. “Get on the bed. We're going to make this quick.” His voice is cold and lacks any emotion. I'm about to say no and plead with him when he suddenly grabs me by my wrist. “What are you doing?” My eyes shoot up in surprise and he begins to drag me towards the bed. “No….No…. Don't do this. Let me out of here. Please no!!” I begin to yell, struggling with him. But his grip on me is firm. “Let me go, somebody please help!!!!” I struggle still him as I scream out for help. No one will help me, no one will hear me. “Let me go, you bastard!! Haha!!!” I yell helplessly tears streaming down my cheeks. I hit his chest with my fists, but he's strong, he doesn't even bulge as he throws me on the bed. I stiffen at the very moment. No this can't happen. He's going to have his way with me. I attempt to stand up but he shoves me back down on the bed as he mutters in distaste, pressing a cold metal to my head. It's a gun! “You're just so fucking loud!!” “Let me go please.” I beg slowly as more tears stream down my face. “Shut up! We’ll make this quick.” He never removes the gun from my head as he hikes my dress up. “No!! No!! Please don't.” I thrash beneath him the moment I feel his hand on my underwear. Pinning me down, he rips my underwear, spreading my legs aside. I'm helpless. My whole body trembles with soft sobs as I keep begging him. He does not listen. I hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and my cries intensify even more. He brings his hardness to my entrance, pushing right into me. I'm a virgin or rather was. He stills the moment he hits that wall of resistance, then he utters something inaudible before going right it. I scream at the sudden pain I feel. It fucking hurts a lot. He's huge and to think he never takes it slow. He begins to buck his hips, thrusting in and out of me like an untamed beast. I sob helplessly, still muttering please as he fucks me. I know nothing can be done again, he already took what he wanted against my wish. …… I wake up feeling cramps all over my body. It aches so badly. A tear slips from my eye as I remember what happened. I sit up slowly from the bed, the only thing on my mind is to shower and forget whatever happened to me, though that will be a very hard thing to do. "Good thing you're awake. I thought you were going to take ages." A voice startles me, and I yelp in fright. Looking up, I see the stranger standing by the door. God help me. He's more good-looking than I thought. He has black messy hair with striking blue eyes. Blue eyes that hold no warmth in them. He's already dressed, which means he'll leave soon. Is he waiting for me? He wears his T-shirt like a second skin, showcasing his sculpted physique and striking tattoos covering both arms. Piercing blue eyes and chiseled features make him irresistible. Messy hair adds to his rugged charm. "Bastard!" I fume in anger, taking in shaky breath. I just got defiled, and reporting to the police is a no-go area. "This is your pay for the night." He utters, throwing a fat envelope at me, and I scoff. "If you needed a slut or a whore, you knew where to find one." I can't help but say. I'm pissed. I never sleep with men for money. I'm a stripper, but everything has limits. "When I asked my men to bring a stripper from the club, I didn't ask for a virgin. Too bad all strippers are known as whores." He deadpans, his eyes never leaving my body. "The deed has been done. I'm only doing you a favor by paying you off." "And I don't need your damn money!" I hiss, throwing the envelope back at him. It doesn't touch him but falls on the ground right in front of me. Thank God it doesn't. He will probably suffocate me with a pillow and leave my body for the next person who walks through that door. "You're pretty bold for a lowlife that you are." He tsks with a meaningful look on his face.. "What's your name?" He asks, sounding scary and intimidating "Astrid." I fucking have no idea why I tell him my name. "Your full name!" He demands in a cold voice and I flinch, his tone no longer calm and collected. "Astrid Russell." I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. "Be careful with your words, doll. You're still too pretty to die now." And with that, he leaves the room. I want to follow him and ask for his name; I should at least know the name of the person who took my first time. But I can't even move an inch.