I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to beg. "You can have Victor. Take everything. Just let me go, please."
The stack of photo cards Abigail had slipped into my bag scattered across the floor.
The man’s eyes gleamed with sick excitement. He licked his lips, swallowing hard as he took a step closer. A violent tremor ran through my body.
Abigail, meanwhile, was doubled over in laughter. "I heard dancers are basically just high-class escorts—same deal, just pricier than the red-light district! You love your fans so much, right? What's a little fan service?"
The man pulled out a piece of lingerie and held it up against me, chuckling as he sized me up.
I curled into myself, trying to shrink away. Something filthy was shoved into my mouth. I knew exactly what it was.
With every ounce of strength I had left, I bit down. The man let out a shriek, kicking me hard in the stomach.
Pain caught me in its palm as my head snapped back, slamming against the steps. Warm blood trickled down my pale face.
Abigail suddenly dropped to the ground in the most dramatic way, clawing at her own dress. She clutched at her chest as she sobbed.