• Haru •
I'm never alone. My own voices alway keeping me company. Protecting me. Hiding me from the cruelty of others. My soul was broken apart by the nightmare I called a childhood.
Now I need protection from myself, because I told myself to never...
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• Haru •
Men are idiots. Drooling over the slight glance of a woman's body. I spin around the stripper pole while swinging my hips on the slow beats of the music that is filling the bar. Men are shouting around me, putting dollar bills in my tight lingerie and throwing money around.
The club smells like sex, booze and cigar smoke. Dirty and fancy men walking side to side, all enjoying the sight of the half naked woman that are surrounding them.
I hate them, I hate all of them but I love the feel of controlling the crowd. Controlling their lust, their dirty minds. Giving them naughty fantasy's they will never be able to play out. I make them see what they want to see, when I want them to see it. They can't touch me, only look. I have the higher hand. And I love the feeling. It's my addiction. My not so guilty pleasure.
But the biggest pro of being here is that they can't hurt me when i'm on the stage. The stage is my kingdom, my throne. I won't allow anyone over the borders.
The music comes to an end and I walk another round on the stage, collecting the money that is being thrown on the stage. I give the audience a final wink, a seductive smile and walk of the stage.
"Hot as fuck, but I wouldn't dare to expect anything less from you, Samara." I look up when I hear my stage name find a grinning Pop, one of my closer friends. She is leaning against the wall, close to the stairs that lead up to the stage. Her tanned body on full display, her private spots "hidden" by see through fabric.
"Of course. I'm perfect" I grin, giving her a wink. Pop shakes her head and bumps my hip with her own. "I'm up, wish me luck" "Not like you need it" I shout back at her. She waves me off before disappearing behind the curtain and I chuckle softly when I hear the men losing their minds. Pop and I are the favorites of the club so it will be mess when she is done.
Making my way to the changing room, I walk into my boss, Oliver. "He creeps me out" my own voice tells me. The voice that holds the broken piece of my own soul. "Shut up, I can take care of him" I tell the voice, annoyed by the weakness I have inside of me.
I glare at my boss when he gives me his signature creepy smile.
"Looking good Samara." His voice sends shivers down my spine and not the good kind of shivers. I try to walk past him, but he steps in front of me, blocking my escape.
"I have an offer for you. You might consider taking it." I'm not going to consider shit, I already know what this offer contains. I've heard the girl talking about it before. The girls that are desperate for money. Oliver is trying to have a brothel on the side and what better way to start than asking strippers who are desperate for the extra money?
"No" I tell him and try to step around him again. Oliver grabs my arm and pushes me against the wall. My whole body immediately goes into the defense mode, ready to attack. "You don't have a choice, Doll. Someone specifically requested you."
My mind goes blank. That name. That fucking pet name. Rage consumes me and before I know it, my boss is on the floor. Screaming while holding his eye, blood is streaming through his fingers. I vaguely register than I poked out his eye.
"Fuck" I hurry towards the changing room and gather all my stuff. Using the emergency exit, I make my way outside and start running. I put on the oversize sweater that is always in my stripper bag when I'm reminded by the cold breeze that i'm half naked, but I never stop running. Thank god for my stripper career, sprinting on 10 inch heels is like a walk in the park.
After a good 10 minute sprint I arrive at my apartment. Locking the door behind me, I take off all my clothes and gather all the essentials I need to make a trip. I put on a basic black pair of jeans and grab another black sweater out of the closet.
I open the messages on my phone and look up Levi's last message, a message with her current address. I haven't seen her for a couple of months now, so I was due to pay her a visit.
My own voices are colliding in my head, giving me a raging headache. "Shut up, I will get us there. Don't worry" I tell myself.
I give my apartment one more look before turning and closing the door.
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A/N if you're not reading the first book "Mayhem" of this series you may not know, but I will only post the prologue for now. When the first and second book of this series are finished, I will continue with this one.
