A blonde-haired woman seemed to be shivering in one corner of the hallway. She rubbed her hands repeatedly to share warmth but to no avail. The air around her was no longer friendly. Plus, the clothes she's been wearing since last night are wet and maybe dry again on his increasingly caring body.
Her eyes began to dim as she looked around. Not much was passing by there. The woman didn't care. All she thought about was to step away again so that her pursuers would no longer notice. She looked back a few times to make sure she had escaped. Then, almost ten minutes, she stopped. Her head was like being stabbed by a thousand needles. Not to mention the toes of her feet, which only wore shoe mats with holes in the ends, were stiff and difficult to move.
She tried to remember if it was winter now?
"Unlucky. I forgot North Metro is a cold country," she cursed. She hugged herself again. Her breath began to smoke, and her walking hurt even more. She winced softly but tried to ignore it. Her head remembered the warmth that a place called home had to offer. But unfortunately, she chose to go out to find someone she missed so much where. The news made her tremble.
"Xavier is dying. If you don't get out and save him, Xavier could die. Soon, Bellamie. Quick."
It was that voice that eventually led her here. Searched everywhere but nothing. The lack of information and only being armed with a scrap of address brought her into the shackles of human trafficking. Stupid she is. Not. Now was not the time for her to complain. Opportunities will not come twice.
Last night the Vore Club was crowded with tourists and their subscribers. The buzzing noise is like a pulse that doesn't die in the day. There's always lived there. During the day, this ten-story building transforms into a hotel where most residents are customers who are reluctant to go home before they are satisfied. The lights were getting livelier in the evening, like music thumping inside.
Bellamie was a part of them before.
I don't know what the wind was. The North Metro authorities visited the hotel. Searched all around and was taken advantage of by Bellamie, who delivered drinks to essential guests. He said so. She fled after joining the other visitors. It didn't matter if all her steps made her shoes rip. Not to mention it's raining outside. Bellamie didn't care as long as anything necessary to her was still attached to her body, including the amount of money she had managed to collect.
She couldn't get out of there. Every time she wanted to go out, one bodyguard accompanied her. Layla, a fellow drinker who also doubles as an entertainer, said that once she entered the Vore Club, she was forever bound by a contract. They are turned into cash cows unless they can occupy a higher class.
Dancing Woman. It's called like that.
Where there is a group of women with above-average looks, selling everything beautiful they have to entertain guests. At night, they are dirtied by many men, but during the day, they have special facilities to pamper themselves. The opportunity to get out of the clutches of the owners of the Vore Club is also great as long as their redeemer can pay a certain amount of money.
Usually, those who want the woman are the ones who are willing to pay more. It rarely happens.
Bellamie no longer cared about the business there, for she had to get out. She chose to go home. Many years left his only son. What's fate? How did she grow? Why is she so easily deceived like that? If you remember, it all made Bellamie slump.
The speeding vehicles made Bellamie realize she was already in an even more open area. She looked around. She was wearing a short skirt where her legs showed off perfectly and her skimpy clothes. She was wrapped in a worn-out jacket to who didn't know who it belonged. In Her escape earlier, she found this jacket on the street. At least she was protected even though he felt more and more like a street beggar.
From the reflection of the car that passed in front of her, she could see how messy Bellamie looked. Especially her hair. She was also tangled, not the shape. Last night he felt he had combed it neatly. Ah, never mind. She just had to go to the border to cross the territory.
Her code person is always in her wallet and never leaves it. His head, which she felt was starting to warm from the light of the sun that was only slightly peeking out but perhaps because of the air from another vehicle, made her feel a little better. It seemed that if she had sat temporarily in a more open space, neither too humid nor dark, she would have been strong enough to head for the border.
Right. That is a good idea. Also, look for more decent clothes to dry. As she looked around to know which direction she was going to take, her heart felt like it was hitting the floor.
"THIS SHE IS THERE!"
***
Bellamie struggled hard. Several times she received a slap on the cheek because her body didn't want to stay still. sHe was also shouted at several times with harsh cursing and tugging at her hair as a form of annoyance from two people dressed in black who had the Vore Club logo on their left chests.
"You think you can escape, huh?" snarled one of them. "Troublesome! You bitch!"
Bellamie didn't care if she was tortured later. This time she let his emotions take over. The man who had scolded him immediately spit on him. Right in her face. It made him even angrier and gave Bellamie a slap in the beginning, which was already red.
The strong hand touched Bellamie's cheek even though the same hand came on the other cheek not long ago. It hurt so bad, but Bellamie endured it. She bit her lower lip hard. Her head was throbbing in pain. Even shouting for help on public roads like before, he felt very useless. It just takes a lot of energy. The people who saw it just looked away when they realized who was holding Bellamie. Everyone knows dealing with burly men with unique stamps on their clothes and the back of their hands, meaning they are related to the North Metro nightlife.
"Don't let her get hurt badly. The boss can be angry," warned another. He glanced briefly from behind the rear view mirror of the car speeding towards their destination. Voil Mansion. The residence of the Boss, Alexander Millian, ruler of Metro-North. Where a lot of his hotels and clubs are scattered there, the dark world is his kingdom. No one dared to get rid of him. If the slightest thing bothered him, he never hesitated to bring out his army to destroy.
In addition, it has never been defeated in terms of combat. It's said to be like that.