Burn The Floor

Kienna Moorlake loves to dance. Most of all, she loves salsa dancing. The subtle, sexy movements have entranced her since the moment she first saw them performed. She goes to peruse her dreams in Spain, but is kidnapped and sold to a man, who in turn sells her to another man. Doesn't seem like a pyramid scheme to me at all.


5. Chapter Five

I woke up in a bed. Damn, the guy moves fast. Also, I really need to stop waking up like this.

I took inventory: I had bruises stretching across my stomach, but they hadn't really got to my face due to the fact that I'd curled up in the fetal position. There were cuts and lacerations along my arms, but my thighs were relatively untouched. Unfortunately, my lower legs had taken most of the beating. It hurt less than I had expected it to, but I was sore all over.


I was still in my show clothes– red leotard, feathered sleeves, heels. Whoever had helped my had taken the liberty to take off the massive headdress I had been wearing, thank god.

The door opened, and an extremely sexy young man walked in. I only got a glimpse of his profile– muscular physique, blue eyes, blond hair– before I reached down, took off my pointy stiletto heels, and chucked then at him as hard as I could. He caught one and dodged the other, wincing at the thwack! sound it made as it imbedded itself in the wall. I was in a clean white room, like a hospital.

"Why hello there firecracker," he murmured, looking surprised. "Firecracker my ass! Get me out of here, you fucking monster!" I screamed. He smiled. He fucking smiled.

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