Dancing With The Devil

It was Auction Day. The sun had barely risen, casting a pale light through the grimy windows of the old warehouse. Inside, the air was thick with the stench of sweat and desperation. Shadows danced in the dimly lit space, moving with an eerie life of their own. Her father had taken another loan to gamble, chasing after dreams of quick riches. As always, luck had not been on his side, and the creditors were relentless. This time, he had nothing left to give. Nothing except her. The auction room was packed with men, their faces hidden in the dim gloom. They clapped and cheered as different girls were brought onto the stage, each one a sacrificial offering to their base desires. The auctioneer's voice echoed through the space, a frightening chant that punctuated the filthy spectacle. The men raised their tags, their laughter mingling with the cries of the girls, creating a roar of misery and greed. Two sturdily built men dragged her onto the stage. She stumbled, her feet barely catch

Ten minutes later, she was still sprawled on the floor, her body tense with anticipation, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. Her heart pounded in her chest as she listened for any sound, any hint that the door might open. And then, finally, she heard it—the faint click of the lock turning. The door knob twisted slowly, and she bolted upright, ready to spring into action. As the door creaked open, she lunged forward, pushing the maid aside with all her strength. The maid stumbled, taken completely by surprise, and fell against the wall. She didn’t waste a second. She bolted down the hallway, her bare feet slapping against the cold stone floor, driven by a desperate need to escape this horror of a life her father had created. Her surroundings blurred as she ran, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. She spotted two bodyguards stationed by the door of what looked like a living room. Without hesitation, she sprinted past them, her speed and determination not fazing them. She

Dante's phone buzzed loudly, cutting through the tense silence that hung between them in the room. His expression darkened as he glanced at the screen, and without a word, he turned on his heel and rushed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him. She was left standing alone, her heart pounding in her chest. The room seemed to close in around her, the shadows deepening in the absence of Dante’s oppressive presence. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. This was her chance. She moved quickly, slipping out of Dante's room and into the hallway. The mansion was a labyrinth of dark, ornate corridors. She moved cautiously, her footsteps echoing off the polished wooden floors. Eventually, she found her way to the front of the house. The heavy front doors opened easily, and she stepped outside, drawing in a deep breath of the cool evening air. She paused on the front steps, taking in the sight of the mansion. Despite its dark and gloomy vibe, there was something

She clutched the bedspread, her knuckles white with tension. "What do you want?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady, though it wavered with fear.He took a step closer, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You looked so scared earlier," he said, his voice a low, menacing purr. "it was almost cute.Thought I'd come check on you." She backed away, pressing herself against the headboard. "Stay away from me," she pleaded, her voice shaking. He ignored her, advancing with a predatory smile. "Come on, don’t be like that. You'll enjoy this," he said, reaching out to grab her. Panic surged through her, and she tried to push him away, but he was too strong. His hands were rough, tearing at her clothes as she struggled and screamed for help. The fear and helplessness were overwhelming, choking her as she fought in vain against his advances. Just when she thought all hope was lost, the door flew open with a thunderous crash. Dante stormed in, followed by two guards. His eyes blazed wi