A gun in my mouth

MALIA'S P.O.V.

"Say that again."

Patience left his voice.

"I-I'm not a stripper. I'm just a partygoer that ended up on the stage…" I don't feel like telling him that the goons are after me, who knows if he learns that fact, there's no guarantee that he won't hand me to them.

"And?"

"A-and people started to bid…" I tried my best to look pitiful, maybe he'll let me go if he pities me. "I-I was just partying but I-I ended up on the stage… I don't know…" I added.

Please! I need your pity right now. If he's the man who won the bid, and not some grandpa, I'm sure he won't let me go until he f*ck me. So my best choice right now is to win his heart and persuade him to let me go.

He took a couple of heavy breaths.

"Ha." He ran his hand through his hair and said, "-And you don't want to be f*ck."

It's not a question.

I told him earlier that I'm not a stripper so I don't want to have s*x with him.

I can't help it. Although I don't want to reveal what I truly am, he was about to f*ck me that's why I ended up confessing.

"Please..." Although being f*ck by your big and long d*ck is tempting, I promise myself that I'll never whore myself for money if I can earn money the other way.

"Okay." He walked towards the table where I saw him first.

That's it? He's letting me go?

I knew it! He'd fall for my antics.

I let out a sigh of relief.

A few strands of my hair loosened so I tucked them behind my ear, but I stopped when I heard a click.

What was that?

Then the man turns around, and I gasp when a pistol pointed at me.

W-what- "I'll just kill you then." His voice meant no joke.

"N-no! No please."

God*mn, how did he have a gun? Is that even legal?!

He walked towards me while still pointing the gun at me and said, "Too late."

Nervousness attacks my system. Sweats are starting to build on my hands.

"P-please... I-I have a brother." I pleaded.

How am I supposed to escape when he's holding a gun?! Am I going to die here?! Oh God…

"Good for you." His voice sounds merciless, I just know that he will pull the trigger of that gun any time he wants to.

I tuck myself on the headboard.

My eyes are wide open, it's focused on his gun, I can't see any hesitation in his actions, and although I can't see his eyes clearly, I know that he's mad right now.

Sh*t. I think I've made a wrong decision.

Stupid! I always knew that bad luck was on my side. But I never thought that I'd die this early. What would happen to my brother if I die?

No… The only person that my brother has right now is me, and vice versa. I can't afford to die and leave him, he still needs to recover from his coma.

"Please! Please mister…" I clasp my hands together. "I'll do anything…" My lips tremble as I speak. "I'll do anything, just please spare my life…"

I place my hand in front of my face to cover it. I don't want to see him shoot me. I'm too scared to see myself getting hit by the bullet.

Oh please… Don't let me die here…

"What the fuck?" I flinch. His voice sounded like thunder. What did I do wrong this time?!

"-stop praying in front of me."

He steps on the bed and walks towards me.

"Stop praying. I'm not a saint." He added.

I know! But you are the one who's threatening my life right now!

"Please, let me go."

I felt like something was blocking my throat. I can't breathe properly.

"Shut the fuck up."

He kneels when he's inches away from me.

He hissed and added, "Open your mouth."

I did what he said, I felt my body moving on its own when he ordered me.

Is this what hopelessness feels like?

"Wider."

I can see the gun pointing at me clearly from the light coming outside the window.

I want to see his face too but I can't see him anymore.

My eyes are blurry from the tears that are flowing continuously.

"You'll do anything, right?" There's sarcasm in his voice.

I nodded my head. Do I have a choice? If I try to run right now, he'll surely hit me without hesitation and leave my body here.

His aura isn't something I can take lightly, so stupid of me to think that he'd fall for my antics when I already saw different people and I'm no stranger to how they usually behave. I'm so stupid to not notice what he is.

"Good." The next thing I knew, a cold metal entered my mouth.

"Ah!"

"Stay still." He pushed the thing inside my mouth. "-that is if you don't want me to accidentally pull the trigger, right?"

I froze. The thing that's inside my mouth is his gun?!

"That's right. You guessed it right. Now, be a good girl and do what I say."

I closed my eyes, letting the tears flow freely as they liked.

"Suck."

He wants me to suck his gun? Is he insane?

What if he accidentally pulls the trigger?

"Don't make me repeat, bitch. I'm not very patient," he said.

I gulp. Just please don't kill me…

I suck his gun. F*ck. It tastes bland.

"Your tongue." He demanded.

Again, I did what he said.

"That's right." Pleasure is visible in his voice.

You f*cker!

I feel so helpless right now. You just wait, I'll kill you if I get the chance! But before that, I'll let you do the things that you made me do.

He would thrust his gun in my mouth from time to time.

"Good girl."

F*ck you!

A loud bang from the door made him stop.

"What?" He asks.

"Boss Callisto. There's an emergency."

The man on the other side said.

The man in front of me withdrew his gun.

"Blah!" I want to vomit! I want to wash away the gun's taste from my mouth!

My attention went back to the man as he walked away. I watched him as he tucked his gun on his side and casually did his things as if he didn't make me give his gun a blow.

He walks out of the room without saying anything.

The breath that I'd been holding since earlier left my body as soon as he closed the door.

"Haaa!"

Am I finally safe? I'm not going to die?

I run to the table and wipe my face with the tissue there.

I don't have the time to act as a damsel in distress here. My feet searched for the door, I made sure that none was outside anymore before I left the club.