Born into an economically disadvantaged family, Nadine had to struggle to help support her family financially. Nadine needed a lot of money for her father's medical expenses, so she had to choose to work at a nightclub as a toilet cleaner. She never expected that she would experience a tragic event in her life. On her first night of work, she lost her virginity. What's worse, the man who took her virginity was a CEO known for his cruelty.
View MoreA young woman ran hastily down the back corridor of a nightclub, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She was trying to reach her workplace as quickly as possible—a restroom reserved for the club’s patrons, located at the farthest end of the building.
Nadine glanced repeatedly at the watch on her wrist. The numbers showed 7:55 p.m. “Oh God… why is this club so huge?” she muttered in panic. It was her first day at work, and she was already running late—all because of Clara, her friend, who had taken too long getting ready. Nadine couldn’t afford to be scolded before she even had a chance to prove herself. Her freshly bathed body was now slick with sweat again. The black uniform she wore looked far too large for her petite frame. The shirt hung nearly to her knees, its sleeves covering her elbows. A black cap shaded part of her face, and her long hair was neatly twisted and tucked underneath it. The uniform was actually designed for men—size XL—since no woman had ever worked as a restroom attendant there before. Nadine sighed in relief when she arrived just in time. She paused briefly to steady her breathing, then set her bag on a small table by the restroom entrance. There was only one table and one chair—her tiny workspace. Without wasting a second, Nadine began cleaning the men’s restroom. The moment she opened the door, her stomach churned. The stench that wafted out was foul and nauseating. Covering her nose with the hem of her shirt, she got to work. She splashed water across the floor and walls, sprayed disinfectant, and scrubbed the toilet until it gleamed. Gradually, the rancid odor was replaced by the fresh scent of porcelain cleaner and air freshener. Afterward, she wiped down the mirror and the sink until everything looked spotless. The women’s restroom was much cleaner, so she finished there more quickly. An hour later, Nadine sat in her chair in front of the restroom door, fighting the heavy pull of drowsiness. Her eyes were about to close when a woman stumbled toward the restroom. From her unsteady steps and glassy eyes, Nadine could tell she was drunk. Her dress was striking—a tight, glittering gown that accentuated every curve. Moments later, a man followed behind her. Nadine froze. She watched, stunned, as the pair suddenly embraced and began kissing passionately right in front of her. Her breath caught. Heat rushed to her cheeks; her hands trembled. She quickly lowered her gaze, but the sound of their kisses and soft moans filled her ears, making her heart pound uncontrollably. She kept her head down, trying to block out the sounds, until silence finally returned. When she dared to lift her eyes again, what she saw made her face drain of color. She immediately looked away, her fingers clenching tightly in her lap. Without shame, the drunken couple made love right there in the brightly lit corridor. Footsteps approached. The two entered the restroom—together. Nadine didn’t say a word. She knew they were both under the influence of alcohol, and anything she said would only make things worse. From behind the door that hadn’t fully closed, muffled noises and shuffling echoed. Nadine sat awkwardly, waiting until they finally emerged. When they were gone, she went inside again to clean up. She flushed the toilet, sprayed disinfectant, and sprinkled air freshener on the floor, making sure no trace of them remained. When everything was spotless once more, she sat back down. The night felt unbearably long. She had to stay alert, even as exhaustion dragged at her eyelids. --- The clock on her wrist showed 3 a.m.—just one more hour until her shift ended. Nadine breathed out in relief, glancing around the quiet space. But the calm didn’t last. A tall man with a cold expression stepped into the hallway, dragging another man by the collar—a thin, frightened figure. “Please, Mr. Justine! Forgive me! I swear I won’t do it again!” the man begged desperately. Justine’s eyes were sharp as steel. “Do you know what I do to traitors?” Nadine froze in her seat. She could see the blood at the corner of the thinner man’s mouth. Terror crawled through her veins. She didn’t dare lift her head as the two men entered the restroom. Moments later came the sound of a heavy blow—followed by a heart-wrenching scream. Nadine clamped her hands over her ears, but the noises still tore through her—the pleading voice, the crack of bone, the dull thud of a boot striking flesh. “Please, sir… have mercy…” the voice grew weaker with every word. “Stop pretending. You know the price of betrayal,” Justine’s voice was calm and merciless. He kicked the man’s face again, splitting the skin near his temple. Blood splattered across the floor. But Justine didn’t stop. He relished every strike, every groan. He could have ended it with a single bullet, yet torment seemed far more satisfying. The man was barely conscious now, yet in his agony there was a faint sense of peace. He knew his family was safe. He had made sure his wife and child were taken away before tonight. If his life was the cost of their safety, so be it. At least Justine would never reach them. “Death would be too kind for you,” Justine hissed. “I’ll make sure you go blind for the rest of your life.” The man—Tio—smiled faintly through the blood. “Do it, Mr. Justine. I’m not afraid anymore…” His hoarse laugh was cut short by a brutal kick to the chest. The sound of coughing and blood hitting the floor filled the room. Nadine bowed her head, her knees trembling violently. She held her breath as two men in black suits entered the restroom and dragged the limp body away. From the corner of her eye, she saw them throw it into a black car parked outside the door. Moments later, Justine emerged, his face as cold as ever. He washed his hands at the sink, then turned toward Nadine. “You saw everything?” he asked flatly. Nadine trembled. “I—I won’t tell anyone, sir,” she stammered. Justine frowned, scanning her from head to toe. Without warning, he grabbed her collar and lifted her off her chair with ease. “You came here undercover, didn’t you? Spying on me?” His voice was sharp, suspicious. “N-no, sir… I work here! I’m not a spy!” Nadine cried, her voice shaking. Her face turned pale, her eyes glistening with fear. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him—the handsome yet terrifying man towering before her. Justine dropped her to the floor. Her black cap fell off, releasing her long hair. The corner of his lips lifted slightly. “So, the restroom attendant turns out to be a woman…” he murmured, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking it harshly. “Please, sir… let me go. I’m just a worker,” she pleaded, her voice trembling between pain and tears. ---Nadine woke up from her sleep with her body feeling strange. Cold sweat drenched her temples, her stomach churned as if it wanted to throw out everything inside. With staggering steps, she groped along the wall to keep from falling, her head spinning violently as if the entire room was swaying. The moment she reached the bathroom, she collapsed in front of the toilet, vomiting everything out.Yet even after throwing up several times, the nausea wouldn’t stop. Until finally, only clear liquid mixed with yellow remained. Her throat burned, her tongue tasted bitter. With the last of her strength, Nadine flushed the toilet, rinsed her mouth, and walked weakly, forcing her body to keep standing.She returned to her bedroom and dropped herself onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. “I really don’t feel well… if I were home, Mother would have given me medicine right away,” she muttered softly.Memories of her mother came rushing in. Back then, whenever she got sick like this, her moth
Saturday night was always the peak of the crowd at the nightclub. The music thumped loudly, colorful lights danced in the air, and guests packed tightly into the room filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol. Yet behind the glitter of the night, there was Nadine, constantly going in and out of the restroom to clean up the filth left behind by the guests.The slippery floor, the stained walls, even the toilets that repeatedly became the target of vomit—these had all become familiar sights to her. Disgust had long disappeared, replaced by resignation. Her wrinkled hands burned from hours of scrubbing with cleaning chemicals.With her body nearly collapsing, Nadine finally sat for a moment in the corner chair. Tonight was truly different. The number of guests was five times more than usual, making her work feel endless. Yet behind the exhaustion, there was a flicker of relief when her eyes fell on the watch on her wrist. Three o’clock in the morning. Just a few more hours until her shi
Nadine’s body felt completely exhausted. But at eight in the morning, she already had to prepare herself to work again at a different place.“I’m so sleepy… I just want to rest for a moment. After that, my body will feel fresher,” she whispered softly as she lay down on her thin mattress.Still wearing her clothes and shoes, Nadine fell asleep within seconds. It hadn’t been long when the sound of her phone’s ringtone woke her up. Her mother’s name appeared on the screen.“Hello, Mom…” Nadine spoke with her eyes still closed.Her mother’s sobs were heard immediately. “Dear… your father’s condition is getting worse. He’s now being treated in the hospital, and the doctor said he must be referred to a bigger hospital right away…”Nadine instantly sat up. “Mom, I’ll send money today. Please don’t worry, Dad will recover,” she said, holding back her tears. Deep inside, she wanted so badly to go home and accompany her father, but her job and the salary she had just received were their only h
Nadine sat on a chair facing Teddy. Her face looked restless, full of impatience as she waited for her first salary to be handed over. Her heart was pounding, as if every second felt unbearably long.“Hello, Miss Nadine. How are you?” Teddy asked while observing the young girl’s face.“I’m fine, Sir,” Nadine replied, her smile blooming cheerfully though her eyes revealed a trace of nervousness.“I am very pleased with your work. At first, I had doubts when I saw you choose this job, but after observing, your work is truly clean and neat. You have never once made a mistake. That makes me proud.” Teddy smiled sincerely, praising Nadine.“Thank you, Sir,” Nadine answered politely, her heart blooming with joy upon hearing the compliment.“I have actually been looking for a worker to clean the toilets. But until now, no one has been willing. I am sorry if you have to work alone,” Teddy said with a regretful expression.“It’s alright, Sir,” Nadine replied. In her heart, she did hope for a c
It had been a month since Nadine started working at the nightclub. There, she worked without any days off, as she was the only one assigned as the toilet cleaner.That night, Nadine sat on a small chair near her desk. Her heart was pounding, impatiently waiting for the moment her salary would be given. The image of her mother’s joyful face when receiving money from her kept dancing in her mind. A faint smile briefly appeared on her lips, but her daydream was shattered when she heard footsteps approaching.A drunken man appeared, staggering with unsteady steps. The smell of alcohol immediately hit Nadine’s nose. He stopped right in front of her, his body swaying as if he might collapse at any moment. His blurred eyes stared straight at Nadine. That empty gaze was terrifying, as though it pierced deep into her.Nadine’s heartbeat grew faster, as if it might explode. Her beautiful face suddenly turned deathly pale. Her hands, folded on her lap, began to tremble, while her legs felt so we
Eva was trying on the wedding gown she would wear on her special day. The white dress flowed gracefully to the floor, its length sweeping elegantly, adorned with sparkling crystals that shimmered withJustine’s eyes never left his bride-to-be. Eva looked stunning and mesmerizing in the white kebaya, its slightly open neckline adding both elegance and sensuality. The silver embellishments on the gown’s details made Eva’s beautiful figure appear even more perfect.From the way he gazed at her, it was clear how much the man loved his fiancée. That very look filled Eva with pride.“How do I look, darling?” Eva asked as she slowly spun around.“Absolutely beautiful, darling,” Justine replied with a faint smile. “But seeing you in this dress… it makes me impatient to take it off.”Eva blushed at his teasing words.“This gown is truly perfect for you, darling. I know exactly your refined taste,” said Melly, the designer, with her soft, graceful manner.“That’s why I entrusted this gown to yo
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