Then, I felt a hard slap on my face. "You slut! How dare you bite me? Come here! I’ll rip you inside out! Do you know how much I was paid to have fun with you?"
At that moment, my head cleared. It must be my stepmother. I had no time to think; my body heated up, and I needed to escape.
"No! I would have her first, then you come along!"
"Shut up!" I quickly formulated a plan.
As they argued, I seized the chance to run away. I dashed into a hotel suite, looking for the restroom to wash my eyes, dragging my feet.
"There she is!" I could hear the guards; they had located me. Just as I looked for a place to hide, I bumped into a tall, imposing figure. He had a rugged appearance, sharp features, and a confident demeanor that commanded attention. His dark eyes scanned me.
I looked up at him; he had the aura of a mafia boss,my voice trembling as I whispered, "Please, help me."
He barely glanced at me, a dismissive smirk on his face. "Your problems are not mine to solve.”
His attention drifted to his hotel card as if my plea was just an annoyance.
But as the guards approached, my heart raced. I gripped his arm tightly, desperation spilling from my lips. "I’ll do anything! Please..."