SOPHIA
The music thumped louder than my pulse, which felt like it was doing a sprint on its own. My blood rushed to my ears as I turned to stare at her in disbelief.
"I'm sure I didn't stutter?"
Her face was blank and now I knew why she had black lines around her eyes. She's a witch.
"I– I've ne– ver done that." fear threatened to seize my words but I managed to get them out.
"That's why it's called practice. Now go over, do not make me repeat myself."
But I couldn't move. Tears pooled my eyes and I wanted badly to cry. Is this what my life has now become? Some pretty little thing that can be thrown around whenever the master pleases?
"Move."
"Now, c'mon Cordelia, go easy on the girl. Why don't you teach her how to do it?"
She threw her gaze towards the other man, giving him a death stare.
"In your dreams, Lucas— don't waste my time." She turned to me, eyeing me under her gaze.
I swallowed and forced my legs to move. There was no one coming for me,but could as well face my fate. And with shaky legs, I made my way towards him.
The grin on his face brought bile up my throat and I wanted so bad to puke. Thoughts of me grinding on his dick and his hands all over me got me riled up.
I could barely hear myself think, let alone convince myself that I could do it. It wasn't rocket science. It was just… moving to the beat.
"C'mon baby, let's get to it."
I stepped between his knees, unsure of how to even begin. He leaned back slightly, one brow arched as if daring me, and I couldn't decide whether to be annoyed or terrified.
"No, not that way. Straddle him, that's the way you're going to do it."
Cordelia's voice pierced through the loud music and into my ears as I attempted to back the man. It was better not seeing his face as I grinded against him, but Cordelia had other plans.
My legs felt like they didn't belong to me as I placed my hands on his shoulders, grounding myself. His muscles were hard under my fingers, and the heat from his body made me feel like I was standing too close to a furnace.
I swayed my hips awkwardly to the music, unsure where to even put my weight. One of his hands moved to rest lazily on his thigh, a casual touch that made me more self-conscious than if he had just outrightly laughed at me.
My knees bent slightly, and I tried to mimic what I'd seen in movies or heard whispered among girls that walked past my street.
"It's a fucking dick not a hard board! Stop moving like your waist is stiff! Roll your hips! Grind against him, make sure you can feel his dick properly beneath you! " Cordelia screamed, making me jump a bit.
"Stop overthinking it," I muttered to myself under my breath, though I was sure he could hear me. My attempt at a hip roll felt more like a nervous twitch and I bumped my heart awkwardly against his lips.
"Fuck!"
"Sorry, I'm so sorry."
I turned my gaze to Cordelia and she looked like she could kill a thousand men with the look on her face. Instantly, I straightened myself and began to try again.
"Hmm….. yeah."
His grunt and his dick that had gotten hard under me was all I needed to know that he was enjoying himself. Disgust 3crawled up my skin and that was when I felt it.
The hair on my skin rose and the air in the room just suddenly felt overwhelming.
"What the hell is going on here!?"
My head snapped towards the direction of the voice and even before I turned, I knew who it belonged to. The music went off and the whole room went silent.
Fear got my body moving as I propelled myself off the man and shifted back under his gaze. Unlike the first time I saw him, this gaze was more angrier and— deadlier.
"I was teaching the new girl how to be a proper seductress."
I was surprised at how Cordelia's voice was firm despite how the atmosphere in the room was heavy.
"And under whose permission?" He asked, taking a few steps towards Cordelia. Despite how angry he looked, I couldn't help but admire his looks and physique.
"But I've never asked permission from you before I train a girl that was brought in."
In three long strides he was face to face with her, no doubt giving her a death glare. It was hard to see their faces from my angle.
"Not until I tell you what I want them trained for!"
Cordelia lowered her gaze and before Italian bad boy could say anything again, the man I was giving a lap dance to, spoke.
"She was just giving me a lap dance boss, just a test to know how good she is. Terrible, if I must say."
It happened so fast that my brain couldn't keep up. One second, he was just standing there, and the next, his hand moved. The glint of metal caught my eye, but before I could even process what it was, the deafening sound of a gunshot rang through the room.
My gaze snapped to the man in front of me—his eyes wide, his body jerking violently as the bullet sinked into his skull. Warm liquid hit my face as the man dropped to the floor.
I froze. I think we all froze. I could feel the sticky wetness on my skin and I didn't need to look to know it was blood. My breath hitched, shallow and rapid, as if my lungs had forgotten how to work properly.
The smell of blood choked me and I suddenly forgot how to breathe. Slowly my vision became blurry and the world began to tilt