Semua Bab Broken Wings : Bab 1 - Bab 4

She woke up in the afternoon, alone. The sun leaked through the blinds—too bright for how late it felt. The bed beside her was cold. Riko was gone; probably had been for hours. The apartment smelled like cheap cologne, sweat, and whatever takeout Riko had left behind the night before.Her stomach twisted, low and sharp. The cramps were back—angrier this time, like her body was catching up on all the pain it had been forced to delay. She curled in on herself for a moment, pressing a hand to her lower belly, but it didn’t help.She had to get up. There was nothing in the apartment that could help, and he hadn’t left her anything. No painkillers. No food. No care.She dragged herself out of bed and pulled on an oversized black hoodie—the one that hung down to her thighs and covered the bruises. It still smelled like him, faintly. That alone made her nauseous.Outside, the light stung her eyes. She was accustomed only to the dark. She kept her head down and walked quickly. Her body ached

A week later, she was in bed alone again.Sunlight crept through the blinds. Her eyes opened slowly—today, she was back on stage. She sighed. She hated the attention of those strange men, but she hated serving them drinks more.She got ready like every day. The routine was unbearable, but it was the only thing she knew. Today, though, she wore one of her performance outfits. She was dancing again—and tonight, she was the main performer. She had to be ready.After Ivy's light performance, it was almost her turn.Milo knocked on the door before sticking his head inside and calling her name.“Raven, you’re next.”He left immediately, and she rose to go to the stage._The lights dimmed to a deep, smoky violet. A slow, haunting melody hummed through the speakers—something sultry and atmospheric, like a spell in sound.Then she appeared.Raven stepped into the spotlight wearing black lace, sheer sleeves clinging to her arms, and a velvet corset cinched tight around her waist. Her skin glow