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"Julian Raniero" I called out softly, finally remembering the face. 

My eyes shifted between his face and the way he held the gun with a determined glare. Was he really going to shoot me? 

"Are you going to shoot her or what?" Russo hissed from behind Julian. Julian tilted his head, the gun pointing at my forehead. 

"You know what, I've changed my mind" Julian frowned, tucking his gun in his back pocket after taking it back to safety.

You wouldn't have taken it back to safety. It would've roasted your ass. 

"What's fucking funny?" Russo spat at me.

Did I laugh?

Grisella, can't you learn to smile at your thoughts inwardly? I scolded myself. 

"Do you have a personal problem with me, Russo?" I spat back at him, matching his glare. He just knows how to rile me up.

"Enough, you two!" Julian yelled. "Especially you, Grisella!" 

I wanted to say something to him but then my eyes fell to Cyrus lifeless body and my mouth clamped shut immediately. I wouldn't want to be in that position right now. 

Maybe I like my life too much even though I have limited time on mother earth. 

Julian beckoned on Russo to come closer whispering something in his ear. Whatever he said seems to make Russo smile evilly. When Russo's eyes met mine, I knew I was fucked. 

"Take care of it" Julian said, turning to leave.

"Julian! Come on, don't leave me here with this fucker!" I called after him, crawling backward as Russo took threatening steps forward. That seemed to make him stop. Thank God, he listens!

He turned abruptly, walking towards me. When he got to me, he crouched down to my level, his icy cold eyes bore into mine. "It's Master to you" He sneered. 

Don't tell me that's what he travelled down here to tell me because so help me God.

There's actually nothing I can do to him. Well, that's because my hands are tied. 

Keep giving yourself imaginary power, Grisella.

"Pfft!" I scoffed, throwing my face away.

"It'll sink in. I'll make sure it does, trust me" He stood up. "Don't go easy on her" 

"Wait, what?" My heart began to beat fast as Russo smirked at me. 

I hope it wasn't what I was thinking. Why was he looking at me like that? 

"Ju... Master we can talk about this?" I yelled after Julian but he didn't stop or anything. He left me there.

"It's the both of us now" Russo cracked his knuckle, licking his lips. He looked like a predator right now but I wasn't going to show that I was mad scared.

I just wish this rope can loosen. Urghh!!!

"If you touch me, I'll make sure I break your fingers" I growled lowly, trying to scare him. He laughed in return, making me shiver. Not a sexy, hot shiver but a scared, disgusted type. 

"I hope you're tough like this when I start breaking you" He touched my hair gently. Glaring at him, I moved my hair away from his touch. 

"You can't break me!" I spat at his face. Like actually threw saliva on his face. 

"You bitch!" He raised his hands, making me shut my eyes, waiting for the impact but never got one. "You're lucky I was taught not to hit women" 

Thank you, Mama Russo. I swear, his slap would've left a cut because he had a ring on. 

"What are you doing?" I wiggled when he lifted my shirt up. "Bastard" 

"You thought I was going to use my hand to wipe your stinky saliva?" 

Suddenly, I'm being yanked by my arm and pulled out of the room. As we moved further into the passage, I saw half naked girls lurk around the corner, their eyes trained on me as they smiled. 

"And who do we have here?" A lady said, her voice coming out rough and masculine. Hell, she had biceps. 

How did you escape being a man? 

No, not now thoughts!

"Your new student" Russo smiled, tossing me in front of the woman. I stumbled on my feet, falling to the ground with a loud thud

My ass cheek!

"Let's see what we have here!" The lady smirked, raising my chin up. Even her softest touch was hard! 

Oh goodness. I curse you, Cyrus. 

Her hand went to my breast, carrying it up. I squirmed eyeing her up and down with disgust. I felt harassed. 

"Worth it?" Russo asked the lady. 

"We can try her" Her rough voice echoed around the room. "Benita? Inform everyone that we have a newbie" She pointed at a slender girl who stood around the corner, wearing a very transparent gown. Guess? She had only undies on!

"Rosa, if she doesn't comply.... Deal with her. If you can't, send her back to us for drilling. She's very stubborn" Russo said, glaring at me. 

"Don't worry, she'll listen. They always do" Rosa chuckled, gripping my hair and pulling me up. 

I groaned out in pain, before biting my lips drawing out blood. I was used to pain and so this was nothing to me but it didn't mean that it didn't hurt. 

"Name!" She ordered, her grip stronger than before. This woMAN was going to rip my hair off, I tell you.

"It's... It's Grisella" I winced. 

"Ris. That's your stage name" She said, letting my hair go before untieing my hand

See?

A woman can do it more better. I've been begging those scumbags to untie me! 

I wiggled my hand, trying to get the blood flow down to every part that felt numb. "What.. what stage?" I managed to ask, massaging my wrist.

"You'll know" She said, pushing me forward as she trailed behind me. 

"I.. I can't sing" I turned to face her. 

"If you call doing whatever you're paid to do in a secret room with different men, singing? Then fine. Whatever works for you, Ris" She laughed

What?

In swift seconds, I am being pulled to a chair with my hands tied to the arms of the chair. I watched as different half naked girls walked in with different things ranging from clothes to undies to hair brush and whatnot.

Realization began to hit me slowly as

I watched everything unfold slowly. "This .... This is ... Pros.. Prostitution" 

"And you have a client already!"