Black Rose

"Black Rose." A thick Irish accent called out. I looked around nervously as the other girls whispered and stared at me. I looked over at the girl next to me. "Why is everyone whispering?" I asked. "You're the first girl Niall Horan has ever taken home." She said. "Niall Horan?" I asked. "He's the biggest High Roller here."

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3. Why?

                  I sat in a chair in the dimly lit corner, my face burried in my hands as I went over in my mind what just happened. A tear fell from my eye but I quickly wiped it away. Why? Why did this happen to me? What did I do wrong? What did I do to deserve this? I could ask a thousand questions right now, but I knew I had to think of a routine to do. I sat back and thought of every option, then I got the perfect idea. I would use my ballet routine I was working on with Ms. Miller. 

                  I got up and danced, modifying the routine to be shortened. I heard someone start clapping and I turned to see Eva-Marie. "That's good, but that's not gonna fly here. That ballet shit isn't what the buyers want." She said. "I don't give a rats ass about what the buyer wants. I'm NOT stripping." I said. "Look, I'm trying to help you." She said. "I don't want your help. This routine is what I'm doing and that's final." I said. She shrugged and walked away. "I tried."

                 "Five minutes to show time ladies." A big man said, stepping into the room. I pressed my forehead to the wall and whimpered. "This cannot be happening to me." I muttered. "Oh, but it is." Someone said behind me. "Jesus Christ, everyone pops out of nowhere." I said turning to face another girl. "Sorry 'bout that." she said. "It's fine." I sighed.

                "I've been here for five years, y'know.. I got off of my plane from America and when I was on my way to my new apartment, these shits kidnapped me." The said. "Are you serious?" I asked. She nodded. "And like everyone else, I have no family. I did have a boyfriend back in America though." She said tearing up. "I haven't talked to him in FIVE years." She said getting choked up. I pulled her into a hug. "I'm so sorry." I whispered. "We were talking about getting engaged too." She whimpered.

               "Oh my-" I began before getting cut off. "Line up!!" A man shouted. I pulled away and walked to the forming line. The two men that had kidnapped me were now slapping name tags on our stomachs. One of the men stopped in front of me and smirked, lifting my chin. "Look here Justin, little miss ballet we kidnapped earlier." He said, his inching closer to mine. "Go to hell." I spat. "That wasn't very nice now was it, Black Rose?" He said slapping a name tag on my stomach.

             "I don't know Paul, I think I might want to keep her for my own personal needs." Justin smirked, pulling me close to him. "Fuck off." I said pushing him away. "Fine, go be someone else's whore." He growled, pushing me to the ground. I winced in pain as I hit the floor and the other girls were quick to help me up. "You okay?" Eva-Marie asked. "I hate those bastards." I sighed. 

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