Chapter 11
Amelia hated every minute of her captivity. They had taken her south to Mexico and then moved her somewhere else. She wasn't sure where. She was being kept alive but wasn't thriving. She needed some water, a good bath, and some food.
There were other women here, but she was the lucky one who had to go dance every night. At least if she was on stage dancing, she wasn’t being forced to have sex with every random man who came to the club.
There were no knives, no other sharp utensils. If she wanted to end this, she would have to come up with some other way. Escaping felt impossible, too. They were watching her like a hawk, giving her no chance to run.
The door opened, and she looked up, seeing one of the men who came to get her more than the other guys did. He wasn’t mean, but he didn’t speak much, so she didn’t know if he was nice.
“Come out. You need to put on your dress and get ready to dance.” He unchained her from the bed and stepped back.
She stood, grabbing the dress from the top drawer of the nightstand beside her bed. They weren’t feeding her much, so the dress hung off her body like a sack. She wasn’t sure who found her sexy in this, but she looked sloppy.
“Come on, hurry up.”
She grabbed the sandals they’d given her and followed the man down the hall.
The building’s rats looked on as they passed, not really paying any mind to them.
She longed for her clean apartment. Dena had been her best roommate ever.
If she ever made it home, she would…what would she do?
She wasn’t sure she would ever be able to hold down a job again.
She sure as hell would never work at a bar.
No way could she ever put herself in a situation like this again.
“Tonight, we got a bachelor party. You're going to dance like you love them. They paid good money to be here.”
She nodded, not caring who was there for the party. They were all assholes as far as she was concerned.
When she first started dancing, they tried to give her drugs, but they figured out all the drugs made her pass out. She was useless if they drugged her, so they let her go out unmedicated. At least she wasn’t hooked on drugs like the other women.
The party was already going on when she entered the room.
She went to the main stage and began moving to the music.
The men were busy with the other women, with only a few of them paying attention to her.
She kept moving, pretending like she knew what she was doing.
She wasn't a dancer, but they'd forced her into this, making her pay some debt that had nothing to do with her.
The bachelor’s party was no wilder or crazier than any of the other parties she’d been forced to work.
The only real difference was some of the guys pulled out their phones and took photos.
She wasn’t sure the guys who ran this place knew they were filming or taking photos, and she didn’t know what they would do if they found out, but she wasn’t going to stop them.
If they had their phones out, they weren’t trying to have sex with her.
She would much rather dance than be held down by these assholes.