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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. My mind raced as I thought deeply if he was really going to shoot me.

"Are you going to shoot her or what?" Russo hissed from behind Julian. Julian tilted his head as he aimed 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. I thought to myself.

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

I swallowed hard, wondering if I laughed out loud. 

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 knew how to rile me up.

"Enough, you two!" Julian yelled, his voice hoarse. "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 dear stepsister here with this fucker!" I called after him, crawling backward as Russo took threatening steps forward. That seemed to make Julian stop. Thank God, he listened!

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. 

I stared at him blankly, internally praying that this better not be the only thing he walked down here to say to me because so help me God.

There was actually nothing I could do to him. Well, that was because my hands were still tied. 

Keep giving yourself imaginary power, Grisella. I encouraged myself.

"Pfft!" I scoffed, throwing my face away as I replied to his long due request or whatever that was.

"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 didn't like his smirk at all. Usually, when men like this smirked, you should be scared as hell. 

I hoped it wasn't what I was thinking though. I glared at him, trying to figure out what could be up his sleeve. You know what, I didn't want to even figure out until it happened.

"Ju... Master we can talk about this?" Trying my luck, I yelled after Julian but he didn't stop or halt for a second. He left me there. Again.

"It's the both of us now" Russo cracked his knuckle, licking his lips. He looked like a predator right now but I managed to keep a neutral look not wanting to show that I was mad scared. My hand trembled slightly behind me as I glared at him in an attempt to scare him away.

I just wished this rope could loosen. Urghh!!!

"If you touch me, I'll make sure I break your fingers" I growled lowly, still attempting to scare him since the glare didn't work. 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, by ducking down

"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 i 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 almost screaming but clamped my mouth shut when he dropped the shirt down. "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 like a thief. 

Oh wait. I stole.

As we moved further into the passage, I saw half naked girls lurk around the corner, their eyes trained on me as they smiled sweetly.

People really found amusement in weird things or act. 

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

Accessing her, I wondered how she escaped being a man because damn!

No, not now thoughts! I scolded myself.

"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!' I almost yelled out.

"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 as she used it to pull 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 could do it more better. I've been begging those scumbags to untie me for ages! 

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 and it wasn't even sexy but manly too. Oh God!

What?

In swift seconds, I was 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!"