Chapter 1
One thing I loved about the job was the power. All eyes were on me, and the feeling was electric, almost like cocaine. After every night, I craved for more. Every move I made attracted the eyes of the crowd— I could feel their lust. They all wanted me, and they cheered for me.There was something sensual about stripping; the fact that everyone wanted me when I danced on the pole fascinated me. I loved the job, yes, but I was forced into it, and at that time, my biggest goal in life was to gain my freedom.I stood on the dimly lit stage, my heart pounding in sync with the rhythmic beat of the music. The spotlight shone down on me, casting a seductive glow over my fiery red hair and accentuating every curve of my body. With each movement, I exuded a confidence that made the audience gasp in awe.My on-stage persona had its allure too. That alter ego I created became an extension of myself, someone who exuded confidence and sensuality without hesitation. Remembering the reactions from the audience and the connections I made through that persona made me smile.The men in the crowd watched me with hungry eyes, reaching out with hands eager to touch, but I stayed just out of their reach. I had learned to reject their advances with grace, maintaining a distance that kept them yearning for more.A flicker of movement caught my eye, drawing my attention to the VIP lounge. Among the shadows, a figure stood out – his dark brows and magnetic icy blue eyes captivated me, tall and commanding, he exuded an aura of dominance that was hard to ignore. His silhouette was cast against the low light, his form cloaked in an enigmatic darkness.He was sitting comfortably in the VIP lounge separated by glass. He sat observantly, sipping what I assumed was whiskey. Obviously, he looked like he only drank expensive alcohol. The black-clothed man. I noticed him, he always sat quietly, always looked at me, but that was where our interactions ended, with stares. When he raised his glass, I could see knuckle tattoos and a ring on every finger. There was something dark and powerful about him; his ever-piercing gaze magnetized me.His stare was cold and piercing, the stare of a wild animal just waiting to pounce. Seeing him from that distance, from the barrier of the glass, I realized just how much power he held.The other men at the lounge smiled at him, and he didn't say anything. One of my best qualities was how observant I could be, and I knew this man controlled all the men in the lounge.The colored lights and the dark background added to the sexual allure. Climbing onto the stage, everyone's reaction and expression changed; Rosita was a good dancer, but I was just better – that was the Luna effect.I cat walked slowly to the stage, then kissed a loyal Luna worshiper upfront. Soon after, "God Is a Woman" by Ariana Grande came on. It was my favorite song to dance to, the power it had made me believe that God really was a woman. I wanted the attention of the man. I wanted him to see only me, so my movements became more deliberate, each motion a silent invitation to the enigmatic figure. The distance between us seemed to dissolve as our gazes locked, a tension building between us that was almost palpable. His eyes held a promise, a hunger that mirrored my own.I swayed my hips and did some hand movements, a little twirl as I mouthed the words of the song. The pole was my favorite tool on the stage, and I didn't let the six-inch bright orange pumps I was wearing deter me.My goal that night was simple, make them believe God is a woman, and get the sole attention of the man, easy like taking candy from a baby.My hair was another of my favorite tools to use when dancing on the pole. A simple hair twirl or spin could turn a simple hip movement into something sensual. I moved like I didn't have any bones in my body, bending and twirling and still looking effortlessly beautiful while doing it. I added a moan-like facial expression for the thrill of it, I looked straight into the man's eyes and at that point, men were throwing money at my feet.Coming down from the pole, I mouthed the words, "baby lay me down and let's play" and did a little twirl with the pole, using my legs to get back on the pole. I did a reverse, held on with my legs, and did a cowgirl ride. That was when the crowd really went wild.I danced with renewed fervor, my body a canvas of seduction as I arched, spun, and dipped. The crowd's cheers became a distant hum as my focus remained fixated on the tall, dark figure in the VIP lounge. With every step, I aimed to captivate him, to draw him into the irresistible pull of my performance.After some not so subtle hip movements, my favorite part of the song came on, and everyone began to sing along: "God is a woman, God is a woman."As the music built to a crescendo, I twirled and twisted, my body moving with the fluidity of a seasoned seductress. The room felt charged with electricity, and the crowd's longing for me intensified.A hush fell over the crowd as I approached the edge of the stage, my fingertips grazing the outstretched hands of eager spectators. Their desire was palpable, and they reached out to me, trying to bridge the gap between us, hoping to touch the woman who had stolen their hearts.But I stayed just out of their reach, teasingly pulling back, maintaining a delicate balance between allure and restraint. Their pleas for my attention grew louder, their calls and cheers filling the air like a chorus of desire.With each beat of the music, I shed layers of my costume, revealing more of myself, not just physically, but emotionally too. The crowd's eagerness reached a fever pitch as they yearned to see more, to know more about the enigmatic woman captivating them.That performance was an act of liberation, a declaration of my autonomy and the power I held over my own body. As I moved in sync with the rhythm, I caught glimpses of the faces in the audience, their eyes filled with admiration and longing, their bodies leaning forward in anticipation.And to finish up, I did a full split from the pole, and everyone went wild; that's right, and that woman was Luna.As the performance came to a close, the applause from the audience was thunderous. They begged for an encore, wanting to be captivated by my presence once more. I took a bow, feeling a sense of accomplishment and liberation, knowing that I had left them craving for more.I executed a final move that brought me to the very edge of the stage. Our eyes remained locked, the charged connection unbroken. And in that fleeting moment, I knew – my dance had succeeded in ensnaring his attention, a dangerous game of desire and power had begun. I didn't know how much time passed with us just staring into each other's eyes. Finally, I saw the need to leave the stage; a new song came on, and I honestly wasn't in the mood for dancing anymore, not when he was watching. I wanted him to see me dance without the glass barrier.But as I looked back to the dark corner, the mysterious man was gone, lost in the sea of eager faces. I was left with questions swirling in my mind, wondering who he was and why he looked at me with such intensity. That night would forever be etched in my memory, not just for the intimate performance as Luna, but for the enigmatic presence of the man who watched me from the shadows, and the crowd that begged for my attention and affection.Chapter 2I didn't think much of it when I decided to storm Antonio's office. By my calculations, I should have finished paying my father's one million five hundred-dollar debt–fifteen valuable years of my life wasted, living in this dump, and five years dedicated to paying a debt that wasn't even my own. I chuckled at that. I didn't know what I wanted to do when I gained my freedom. Maybe I'd get a job waitressing, and then eventually save up to go to college. I didn't even know what I wanted to major in; I just wanted to go to college.Tony wasn't a good man; there aren't good men in this line of work. He had saved me from my hell but dragged me into another one, and my biggest promise to myself was that one day I'd leave The Cellar Door alive. I was brought here when I was ten, and I worked my ass off so one day I'd leave. I had danced here since I was seventeen, started serving drinks at fifteen; you could say my whole childhood was at The Cellar Door.I always thought it would be
Chapter 3I was done for the day, but with me being desperate to pay Antonio as soon as possible, I tried to see if I could still make money from tips, so I redid my makeup."You did well," Rosita said, and I smiled. She didn't need to tell me, I knew already, but I still thanked her for the compliment so I would not look at his name, Antonio, or sometimes Tony when he was being a pain in the ass. Though Rosita was the closest thing to a friend in the cellar door, her fucking Antonio was a major screw up. I couldn't help but recall the camaraderie I shared with my fellow dancers. We were a tight-knit group, supporting each other through the highs and lows of this profession. Memories of laughter, shared experiences, and the feeling of belonging warmed my heart."The boss wanted to see you," Rosita said. I laughed at the way he had summoned me after our encounter earlier tonight."Good luck," she added, which was weird since she never told me good luck if I wanted to go into Antonio's
Stepping out of Antonio's office, my heart was beating hard, thoughts raced through me, I was about to become the darklord's toy.The corridor was dark, the shadows played tricks on my senses as I paced, my mind raced. I couldn't let this happen. I had to fight for my freedom, for the life I wanted. I contemplated fleeing but that was near to impossible. As I was moving, three huge men suddenly blocked my path. I wouldn't deny that I was taken aback for a minute. Their height appeared to be the only similarity they had. The one in the middle was African American, the one at the left had a full head of blonde hair while the one at the right had dark black hair and he wore glasses, maybe trying to be James Bond, the mafia's James bond."The dark lord instructed us to escort you to your dressing room, where you are meant to pack your bags," said the Mafia James Bond, his voice deep, as expected from his height. It wouldn't make sense if a man as tall as him would sound like SpongeBob fr
As we walked into the open space of the runway, I was greeted by an impressive view of a freaking private jet.Matteo's voice broke through my thoughts, his words laced with a hint of amusement. "Impressed, aren't you?"I tore my gaze away from the grandeur of the private jet and met his gaze, my expression guarded. "Don't mistake my curiosity for approval."He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Feisty as ever."I have never seen a private jet before apart from in magazines or books, but this one looked magnificent. His guards lined up at the entrance, two on each side. We walked in between them and I felt as if I was the Queen of England.They greeted each other, then one of them opened the door revealing the rich interior of the jet. Stepping onto the jet, I was enveloped in luxury unlike anything I'd ever experienced. The rich furnishings and lavish surroundings felt like a dream, a far cry from the dimly lit stage I called my home.The dark lord's intentions rema
The dark lord's intense gaze bore into mine, sending a shiver down my spine. It wasn't a shiver of fear, it was of want, at this point I had no control of my own body, he did.The air hostess girl was still kneeling on the floor, trying to catch her breath. I gave her a look of pity, which lasted for about a millisecond. He didn't even spare the girl a glance, his eyes were focused on me.Without warning, he closed the gap between us, his lips capturing mine in a forceful kiss. The suddenness of his actions caught me off guard, and for a moment, I was paralyzed. I won't deny it felt good, I found myself caving in, I let out a soft moan, then realizing that was what he wanted, my instincts kicked in, a surge of anger coursed through me. With a burst of adrenaline, I bit down on his lower lip with all the strength I could muster. His lips parted in a mix of shock and pain, and a faint metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. His blood not my own."Ah!" he exclaimed, his grip on me tigh
When I opened my eyes, it was night. I looked around and realized I still had no idea where I was. I was lying in an enormous bed in a faintly lit room. My head hurt and I needed to puke. What the hell happened? Where was I? I felt like I weighed a ton. Even my head was too heavy to lift from the pillow. I slowly regained consciousness. The fog in my mind began to lift, and I realized I was no longer on the private jet. Instead, I found myself in a room that exuded an air of luxury and power. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—I was still trapped, still at the mercy of the man who was called 'the Dark Lord'.I managed to lift myself up to sit on the edge of the bed. For a while, I waited for my head to stop spinning. There was a night lamp by the bed that barely lit up the room. The looming darkness made the room to be overwhelmed and hugged in mystery. The place smelled like an old building—a combination of age and luxury. But then, all of a sudden, as if a magical wand w
The dark lord's chilling words hung in the air like a heavy cloud, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease crawl under my skin. His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine."Now, Laura, let's make something clear," he began, his voice low and dangerously calm. "You're under my control now. You will obey my rules, without question."I squared my shoulders, refusing to show any signs of weakness. "And if I refuse?"A slow, ominous smile crept onto his lips. "Ah, if you refuse, my dear, there will be consequences. You see, I have a rather . . . unique pet named Leo."I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued despite my apprehension. "Leo? Is that your dog or cat?"His laughter echoed through the room, sending a chill down my spine. "Oh, Laura, Leo is no ordinary pet. He's a tiger, a majestic beast that I've trained to follow my commands."My heart skipped a beat, and I felt the hair on my back stand. A tiger? This couldn't be real. It had to be some sick
My fists clenched at my sides, my nails digging into my palms as if grounding me in the reality of the situation. I was ensnared within the confines of Matteo's web.A humorless smile played at the corners of Matteo's lips. "Your resistance is admirable, but it will not change the outcome. you are mine now, and you will learn to accept that."My heart pounded in my chest, a rhythm of defiance and fear. I had come so far, fought against insurmountable odds, and yet here I was, facing a man who saw me as nothing more than a possession to be claimed."Never," I spat out the word, my voice quivering with suppressed rage. "You can try to control me, to bend me to your will, but I will never be yours."Matteo's eyes locked onto mine, a dangerous glint flickering within their depths. "Such fiery determination. it's almost admirable."I scoffed, the bitterness of the situation tainting my words. "Save your admiration. I don't need it, and I certainly don't need you."He took a step closer, hi