7 Pet

Marilyn's POV "Thank you," I made sure to fill my voice with enough gratitude as I look at Alejandro. I never thought he would come to save me. He looked pissed, "I can't have a damaged goods working in my club now, can I?" His reply made me shiver. "Is that all you think of me? A good to be used to bring in profit for yourself?" I was on the verge of crying, but his emotions were shut off that I could barely get a read. One thing was for sure though, he meant every word. "Get back to making me money, pet," He grabbed me by the arm, pulling me out of the room into the dance floor where I can continue shaking my ass off to strangers that get off of it. I never imagined this would be how my life would end. Turning into strippers and dancing around poles for men’s benefits. I felt disgusted with myself as I danced for the men and women in the club. I raised my hand up to my face and allowed my hair to cover part of my face as I continued to dance. The way they looked at me, like I was nothing more than a piece of meat, made my skin crawl. But I had no choice. Alejandro owned me now, and I was at his mercy. As I danced, I caught a glimpse of a man in the corner of the room. He was watching me intently, but there was something different about him. He wasn't like the others. He didn't look at me with lust, but with concern. He had long black hair and black eyes. He was dressed in an expensive black coat and an expensive wrist watch. I continued to dance, but my eyes kept drifting back to him. Eventually, he got up and started walking towards me. My heart was pounding in my chest as he took my hand and led me off the dance floor. I turned to him with serious expression but he kept on walking until we were in a quiet corner. He pushed my back against the wall and stared at me intently. "What's your name?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. "Marilyn," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. He looked into my eyes and I felt like he could see right through me. But, before he could say anymore words, Alejandro came out of nowhere. "Slacking off now, pet?" His demeanour changed entirely and I knew if I were to reply sassily, it would mean trouble and I sincerely do not appreciate a knife being placed on my neck anymore. "No, I was just talking to a customer," I replied instead, hoping to get him off my back with the thoughts of me actually making money with my body. Alejandro looked at the man and then back at me, a sneer on his face. "Customers don't pay you to talk, Marilyn. They pay you to dance." He grabbed me roughly by the arm and pulled me away, his grip so tight that I knew there would be bruises. But as I was being pulled away, the man grabbed my other arm. "Let her go," he said, his voice firm. Alejandro turned to face him, his eyes blazing with anger. "Who the hell do you think you are?" he spat. The man didn't answer. Instead, he pulled me towards him, wrapping his arms around me protectively. "I said, let her go," he repeated, his tone even more forceful than before. The air around both men was now suffocating and I wished the ground could open up and swallow me right now. Alejandro's eyes narrowed at me, "You know the rules, Marilyn. No fraternizing with the customers." The man who had taken my hand earlier stepped forward, "I was just leaving," he said calmly, his eyes still fixed on mine. I felt a pang of disappointment as he let go of my hand. Alejandro nodded, "See that you do. And you," he turned to me, "Get back to work." I nodded, feeling defeated as I made my way back to the dance floor. But as I danced, my thoughts kept drifting back to the man who had shown me kindness. I couldn't explain it, but I felt like he was different from the others. Maybe he could be my way out of this life. The rest of the night passed in a blur, with me performing my duties as Alejandro's pet. At dawn, it was finally over and it was time for me to go home, but as I stepped into the bar, I saw a very drunk Alejandro, I wanted to leave, I couldn't. "What are you still doing here? I am doing my job, you don't need to spy on me every chance you got," I was obviously annoyed, but a drunk Alejandro is not to be reasoned with as I found out, he began to slur his words, saying things that didn't make any sense. His eyes were partly closed as he continued to gulp the drink down. "But, I am your boss, I can watch over you if I want to." he replied, stubbornly raising his voice. I took a few steps towards him and realized that he was indeed drunk, "You are not my boss, you are my owner. And you are nothing but a bastard, I hate you." I replied, my voice filled with loathing. He raised his hand to hit me, but I grabbed his arm and pushed it away from him, "You know what? you better get out." he pushed me away, but I didn't move. "You can't kick me out, I have this building, I am your owner, remember?" he laughed as he said it, as if he was being a smart ass. "I heard you talking to that man." He slurred, "What were you trying to do? Sell yourself?" he leaned in close to my face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and it made me sick. "You humiliated me in front of everyone, you're making me do this" I retorted, my eyes on fire. "You think you're so much better than me?" he hissed, his eyes were bloodshot as he tried to take a swing at me. I dodged him quickly, almost shaking in anger. "You're just a filthy whore. You're a piece of trash that doesn't deserve to live!" Before he could make another attempt on me, I dodged, "You should watch what you say. You're drunk." I slapped him slightly, but he swatted my hands away from his face. "You're just so pathetic," I had to pretend his words didn't hurt me, but they did, they pierced my soul like a sharp blade, but I couldn't let him see the satisfaction of me being hurt, so I made an attempt to leave, but he grabbed me by the arm, this time a little more gently. "Don't go Susan, I need you," he slurred into my ears and hugged me from behind, the hug felt as if he was holding onto dear life. I was confused, "Susan? Who is Susan?" He dropped to the ground, clearly too drunk.