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Name: Helena Lynch (Lena) Stage Name: Raven Age: 27 Occupation: Stripper (under coercion) Current Situation: Trapped in a toxic strip club environment, manipulated by her controlling “boyfriend” and drug dependency. Appearance: • Slim build, sharp cheekbones, and pale skin that looks even starker under the club lights; 5’0” tall. • Jet-black hair with messy bangs she sometimes cuts herself. • Dark, tired eyes with heavy eyeliner—a mask of confidence, though the sadness still bleeds through. • Off-stage, she wears oversized hoodies and jackets she can disappear into. • Always appears a little anxious, a little wired—like she’s constantly bracing for something. Name: Eric Perez Alias: Riko Age: 36 Occupation: Unofficial manager/pimp at the strip club; acts like he owns the girls, as he’s the one who recruits them. Current Situation: Lena’s controlling “boyfriend”—manipulative, violent, and emotionally abusive. Appearance: • Muscular, gritty build with an intimidating physical presence; 5’11” tall. • Sharp, aggressive features: a perpetually clenched jaw, eyes that burn through people, usually under a furrowed brow. • Buzzed hair, some stubble—never fully clean-shaven. • Always in dark, fitted clothes—leather jacket, boots, a chain; carries himself like he’s untouchable. • His voice is low, coarse, and threatening, even when “calm.” Name: Jackson Reyes Prefers to be called: Jax Age: 32 Occupation: Detective Inspector (DI) Current Situation: The best detective in the station—once he focuses on a case, he won’t let it go until it’s solved. Appearance: • Black, shoulder-length hair, often messy from stress. • Grey eyes, sharp and unblinking—he studies people like he’s already seen their worst. • Thick eyebrows always knitted into a scowl, even when relaxed—gives him a permanently angry expression. • Wears plain clothes: a worn brown leather jacket, jeans, and scuffed boots; avoids suits. • Scar on his jaw and knuckles; rugged look; 6’0” tall. • Stands tall and moves with quiet authority—people feel his presence before he speaks. Other characters: The Club Members: Name: Gloria Alias: Mama G (by the girls at the club) – The Matron (by the clients) Personality and Appearance: • Harsh, strict, emotionally detached; enforces brutal discipline to keep the girls alive; bitter, sharp-tongued, but secretly protective • Respected and feared by everyone in the club • 55-year-old, stern and commanding presence; hair always tightly pulled back; wears dark, structured clothes and heels • Sharp features, tired eyes, faint scar on collarbone; Always put-together—dark lipstick, manicured nails Name: Monica Stage Name: Ivy Personality and Appearance: • Quietly observant, with a sadness in her that she rarely speaks about; obeys the rules, keeps her head down—she’s learned the cost of resistance; wary of Riko and terrified of Mama G, but hides it well • 26-year-old; brown, shoulder-length wavy hair; green eyes, often guarded; slender, but looks worn down from exhaustion and stress Name: Connie Stage Name: Cherry Personality and Appearance: • Flirty, sassy, and always ready with a sharp comeback; lives loud—laughs hard, curses often, and doesn’t hide her bitterness; doesn’t trust easily and always assumes the worst about people • Jealous of Lena’s closeness to Riko, and constantly picking fights with her; deep down, afraid of being replaced or forgotten • 32-year-old; dyed red hair with loose curls, always styled to stand out; heavy makeup—red lipstick, glitter eyeshadow, fake lashes • Flashy clothes on and off stage—tight jeans, fur-trimmed jackets, loud earrings; smokes menthols and chews gum constantly; tall heels, sharp nails, and a don’t-mess-with-me walk Name: Alexandra “Alexia” Stage Name: Domina Personality and Appearance: • Obedient, precise, and deeply loyal to the club’s rules; believes survival depends on discipline—never breaks routine, never steps out of line; doesn’t cause trouble, but will report other girls if she thinks their actions might bring risk • Feared by some of the girls for being a “perfect soldier” to Mama G and Riko; sees emotions as dangerous—especially compassion • 24-year-old; hair always neat—sharp bob; minimal but flawless makeup—professional and polished; wears club-mandated outfits with exactness, no modifications; carries herself like she’s already one step ahead of everyone else Name: Sophie Stage Name: Doll face Personality and Appearance: • Innocent, timid, and clearly out of place; tries to stay strong, but her fear shows in every gesture; clings to any kindness, especially from Lena; still believes people might help her if she asks the right way • Struggles to understand the rules of survival—still learning the hard way; Mama G is harsh with her, trying to “break her in” before the men do • 18 years old but Riko forged a fake ID for her making her 22 • Big doe eyes, soft round face—why the clients nicknamed her “Doll Face”; long blonde hair often tied in ribbons or simple ponytails; petite, almost childlike frame—amplifying her vulnerability; light makeup at first, but the club starts layering more on her to make her “sell” Name: Vince Occupation: Front-facing businessman, acts like the “respectable” face of the club Personality and Appearance: • Cold, calculating, sees girls as profit; pretends to care about “reputation” and legality, but turns a blind eye; keeps records, coordinates with other gangs, launders money • Late 40s, balding, always in a cheap suit trying to look expensive; wears cologne to hide the stench of alcohol; smiles with dead eyes; always on his phone or behind the bar office—never gets his hands dirty Riko’s Men: • Luis – The quiet one who observes everything. Prefers black suits and always wears silver chains and rings. • Ozzy – Aggressive and loud; treats girls like property. Always in a tank top, showing off his tattooed arms. • Milo – Appears kind to gain trust, only to later betray or hurt those who believe him. Always in a black leather jacket. • All of them are always armed (knives, brass knuckles, etc.). They reek of cigarettes, sweat, and cheap cologne. Fiercely loyal to Riko, they handle enforcement, intimidation, transport, and the "training" of new girls. They act like predators—some more sadistic than others. The Club Bouncers • Brick – The largest and most silent; never seen smiling. • Tank – Loyal only to Riko; takes pleasure in putting people “in their place.” • Knox – Rough with clients and cruel to the girls. • Red – The youngest; unpredictable, sometimes laughs at others’ pain. • All of them guard the entrances, handle unruly clients, and ensure no girl tries to run. They see everything and report anything. Built like walls—tall, broad-shouldered, with shaved heads or tight fades. Dressed in black shirts, cargo pants, and combat boots. Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door. Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.The Red Velvet club was buzzing. Lights low, music pulsing soft and slow, the air thick with perfume and liquor. Raven moved through the crowd with practiced ease—head high, smile faint, just another girl working the room.Then she heard it.“Raven.”The voice froze her mid-step.She didn’t turn. Just glanced to her right—mirrored wall near the corner stage. There he was.Ozzy.Leaning against the far wall, watching her like a predator too lazy to pounce—yet. Then he moved. Started following.Raven's chest tightened.She turned away, pretending not to hear, and began walking faster, weaving between tables and dancers and drunk laughter. Her heels clicked over the marble as she slipped toward the back hallway, away from the crowd, the noise, the eyes.She rounded the corner fast.Milo stood there, talking to the janitor, pointing toward a storage door. He looked like he was giving instructions, tone casual but focused.“Milo,” she said quickly, stepping toward him.He turned, surprised
Raven locked the bathroom door behind her and pressed her back against the cool tile wall. The hum of the club was muffled here—just the bass thudding through concrete and the distant echo of laughter. Her stomach twisted, bile rising every time she remembered Ozzy’s breath on her skin, the way he leaned in like she was something he already owned.She squeezed her eyes shut and whispered to herself,“Hold it together. Just a little longer. Do it for them.”Gripping the edge of the sink, knuckles white, she breathed through her nose until the nausea settled. Her reflection stared back—composed, but only just.The door rattled with a knock. A voice followed.“Raven?” It was Cherry. “You okay in there?”Raven splashed cold water on her face. “Yeah… yeah. Just needed a minute.”Cherry waited outside, arms crossed and wearing a half-smile that faded the second Raven stepped out.“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Ozzy bothering you again?”Raven hesitated, then shook her head. “No. Just t
The dressing room was quieter than usual—most of the girls had already gone out front or were still fixing their makeup. Raven lingered near her locker, biting the edge of her thumbnail, eyes darting toward Cherry, who was lounging on the couch and scrolling through her phone in her rhinestone bra and platform boots.“Hey… Cherry?” Raven’s voice was barely above a whisper.Cherry looked up, arching a brow. “What’s up, baby bat?”Raven shifted awkwardly. “Can you… show me how to flirt?”Cherry blinked, then burst into a laugh. “You? Girl, Riko likes you all quiet and soft-spoken. I’m the one he hates—says I’m too damn shameless.” She smirked and tossed her phone aside. “Why would you wanna change that?”Raven hesitated. “It’s not for Riko.”Cherry sat up straighter. “Ooooh?”Raven’s cheeks flushed. “Forget it. Nevermind.”Cherry let out a low whistle. “Didn’t take you for the cheating type, sugar.”Raven’s eyes went wide. “No! I’m not—I wouldn’t—I just…” She leaned in, her voice sudden
The low hum of the station felt sharper that morning—like the city itself was holding its breath. Reyes leaned against the board cluttered with missing persons reports, his eyes fixed on a photo thumbtacked near the center. Cold cases. Forgotten names. But not to him.Morgan sat at his desk nearby, skimming paperwork, tapping a pen rhythmically against the edge of a file. The silence was broken by a brisk knock.Jonas, one of the forensic techs, stepped in, still in his lab coat, a clipboard hugged to his chest. His expression was tense.“Detectives,” he said, clearing his throat. “We pulled some results from the debris at the farmhouse.”Reyes turned immediately. Morgan straightened. “Go on.”Jonas stepped inside, lowering his voice. “We recovered fragments of old mattresses beneath the foundation—charred, degraded, but intact enough in parts. Took a while, but we managed to extract traces of biological material.”Reyes’s brow furrowed. “You get a match?”Jonas nodded. “Several parti
The door slammed open with a violent clang against the wall, making the girls inside flinch.Ozzy stood in the frame, his bulk casting a shadow over the dressing room. His face twisted in irritation, eyes bloodshot, breath sour with smoke and booze. He grabbed at the small figure beside him, shoving her forward with a rough hand.Dollface stumbled inside, her hair a mess, mascara smudged under her eyes. She looked smaller than usual. Broken. Her arms curled around herself, trembling.Ozzy’s voice boomed, gravelly and mean. “Get her ready for tonight. I don’t give a shit how—just make her look decent. She must be up on the stage tonight.”Raven stood frozen, halfway through slipping on her boots. Ivy dropped her lipstick, already moving toward the shaking girl.Ozzy scowled, scanning the room like it offended him. “Fucking cop comes around and suddenly no one knows how to do their job. Always sticking his nose where it don’t belong. Always at the worst time—ruining the mood. Ruins the
Raven’s eyes snapped open to silence.She lay still, heart pounding, staring at the ceiling as her ears strained for any sign of him—Riko’s boots, the bathroom door, the creak of leather from the couch. Nothing.She shifted slightly, muscles stiff from the night before. The dull sting in her arm reminded her of what came after—the familiar burn where he’d slipped the needle in, like a twisted lullaby.She sat up slowly, letting the sheets fall away from her. For a moment, she just sat there—her skin cold, her chest hollow.Then: Sophie.Her breath caught.She stood fast, unsteady, and padded through the apartment—checking each room like prey checking for a predator.Bathroom: empty. Kitchen: quiet. Living room: undisturbed.She moved to the window and parted the curtain with two fingers. Riko’s car was gone.Her chest loosened just enough for her to breathe again.She rushed back into the bedroom, dropped to her knees, and reached under the mattress. Her fingers closed around the burn