Semua Bab Her Neglected Scars: Bab 1 - Bab 9

When you dig your own grave, you better be ready to lie in it, but damn, this is one deep hole.Bloody pupils that look and feel like it’s seen murderous things penetrated right through the small slats of the closet. He doesn’t move, nor does he stray his eyes away from mine. Instead, his lips, captivating and sexy as they are stained with one of the guard’s blood, curved in a fascinated smirk. It was looking at something delicious to mock.He knows I’m here and yet makes no move to find out or drag me the fuck out like any other normal people catching someone hiding themselves in a small closet would.He doesn’t say a word and silence befalls the two of us, adding to the suffocation from being trapped in this small piece of furniture.I want to get out. My instinct is telling me to run, like a small prey in the presence of a predator. He is a predator.We both stay silent until a strained knock thudded on the door, as if the person behind it was debating whether to disturb the monst

Staring down danger over a tea party is a great reminder that life loves throwing curveballs when you’re least prepared. But on the bright side, I think I’m finally sure he’s six-foot five.I swallow the lump in my throat as those muddy, red eyes penetrated through my very being, sending electricity shooting down my spine. I could see the way his gaze swept over me even with the man in front of him still speaking to him. It’s like he was weighing my every secret. It’s scary, I want to look away, but I can’t. As they say, the most dangerous connections are the ones that make your skin crawl in fear and your body to heat in arousal.“Evangeline . . .” It’s both disgusting and confusing. I can’t believe he, a total stranger, would be able to make me feel so small under that lethal gaze. “Evangeline . . .” My heart hammered wildly. My hands, trembling despite my efforts to keep them steady, clenched into tight fists on the new dress my father paid for. Is he seeing me do that? Does h

Blending in has never been my strongest suit, especially when it involves pole dancing and psychopaths. I was taught to dance by world-renowned professionals from all over the world, but not this—no, not this. As much as my father wanted me to seduce men, which would mean dancing like this in a nurse costume would be a good start, but no, he never had someone teach me this.So I blended in, or so I thought.“Damn, girl. You got accepted here with those moves? Their standards are low these days.” one of them whispers as she does a split in front of some old men who I recall I last saw on the government news.“Oh, come on. I’m trying my best here.” I mumble behind the mask. It’s not very easy knowing someone from afar is staring at you with blood-red eyes which will be the color of the liquid that will be coming out of my body if I get caught. So as much as I abhor myself for this, I dance my heart out like the bitch I was raised.I’m running my hands all over my body as slutty as I c

“Hi, I’m Lisa’s manager,” The blonde man in his tight suit, flushed red face probably from the booze he’s been drinking all night and that oddly—probably fake gold watch, introduced himself.If I was sober and not in the utmost need of help, I would definitely laugh thinking how someone like him would be a believable manager. But no, this is a slut dancer group we’re talking about. So perhaps an alcoholic would be a fit guardian of all those sick girls.I subtly took a peek at Konstantin Morozov’s reaction. He still doesn’t know who I am, just that I’m a dancer and he’s at a party, so he’s getting what he was invited for. A lap dance is not a big deal when it comes to experienced sluts and I should be appearing as one.“I need you backstage right now.” He orders. My brows raised from how much command was in his tone. Probably from trying so hard to be ‘my manager’ but I did ask him for help so however this situation should turn out, it’s going to be my fault.It was quick but it didn’