RESISTING THE DON

Shouts of praise and cheers filled the room after my performance again tonight. I am standing on the blood-stained ground that people lost their lives on yesterday, but nobody seems to care. Nobody is behaving like something as horrible as murder happened in this same room and in front of everybody's eyes. I might be wrong, but I think this is more than being loyal to the boss. I mean, are they not scared that the same thing might happen to them too? Where do they get the heart and courage to return to this club even after such incidents? What makes them stick to this club? Are they bound by an oath or what? I feel there must be something deep about this. The terms and conditions of joining How do they become part of this club? The aura in and around this whole club speaks nothing but darkness, and behind this darkness lie so many secrets that I will unfold one by one. I will find out the whole story behind this club and Ejay, whatever it takes.

I bow slightly as I turn to walk to the back stage to return the mic, as all the people raise their glasses and direct them to me with cheeriness. I bow to that too, and I leave the stage. "You have such a sweet, angelic voice." The DJ says to me as I place the mic on his table.

"Thank you, DJ," I say.

"You are amazing, honestly. Too bad I can't watch you perform."

"You can take a quick peak, though." I say this because he seems like he is genuinely missing out.

"You want the boss to kill me?" He asks.

Well, I wouldn't want that for him or anyone. I have made a lot of people lose their lives because of the short period I have been here. I don't want another one added to the list. And I never wanted any of that for anyone. I know I said I wanted Ejay to come and blow the brains of the men who were assaulting me yesterday on stage, but that was out of anger. I want nobody dead, especially because of me. He caresses my shoulder upon noticing I was frowning, but we are startled by the cold voice of Ejay.

"Your hands, young man." The DJ takes his hand from me and takes a few steps away from me, cowering down. "Keep them to yourself." Ejay adds.

"Sorry, boss." He answers, bowing to the boss, who is leaning in to kiss me on the lips. I don't want to kiss him, but I know better than to refuse him. I welcome the unwanted kiss, which tastes of alcohol, and when he was done proving his point, he took his left hand to my buttocks, resting it there. It's so uncomfortable, especially because there is someone else here. I playfully turn us around so that it's his back that faces the DJ. He squeezes my but before moving his hands up to my hips and to my belly, and he keeps moving.

"What's up?" I ask, expecting him to explain what he is up to.

"Give us some privacy." He says this to the DJ, who disappears in a flush, leaving me with this crooked man who pins me to the wall the moment the DJ leaves. I am terrified of what he is planning. He takes my hands into his one hand and presses them on the wall above my head.

"What are you doing?" I ask, trying to flee myself, but I end up failing miserably.

"I want to bend you over on this table right now and fuck your ass off. I want to get this huge cock of mine inside you, Gia. How do you like that?"

For crying out loud!

"Stop, Ejay! Don't do this to me, please." I try to plead, but he shuts me up with a kiss, his other hand molding one of my breasts.

I want to die right now. I want this ground I am standing on to open up now and swallow me.

"Okay. I won't fuck you now, just to prove that even a monster master like me can be submissive. But feel this." He says this after breaking the kiss and pressing his dick on me. "But we must do something to calm it down. Unzip your dress for me, like my good girl." He releases my hands slowly, his hands cupping my boobs. What the heck is he doing? I can't do this. I just can't.

"Ejay, please." I say, my hands trying to take off his from my breasts, but he is so strong.

"I will fuck your mouth if you don't shut up and do as I say." He orders with a voice that sounds so devious, making me flinch. How can I possibly do what he is asking? Tears begin rolling down my cheeks, and I can't control them. "Stop being a weak bitch and do what I say before I lose it." He orders.

"I... pl..ea..s.e, Ejay." My voice was shaky with fear.

"Then I will fuck you right here, right now. Maybe that is what you want." He says this and unbuckles his belt, and in a second, his jeans fall to the ground, leaving him with just a boxer, showing a very suffocating sight. "No. Please." I close my eyes, ready for whatever is to come. The music is loud, and I guess everyone is enjoying themselves on the other side. Or maybe fucking the girls upstairs. "I will do it." More tears fall down as I take my hands to my zipper on the chest.

This is an insult, but I don't have a choice. I don't even have a bra because the dress is padded, so the moment my shaking hands pulled down the zip, my bare chest was exposed. He pulls the dress sideways, exposing my boobs, and orders me to put it in place for him. "I like it that you are already hard for me." He says this as he takes the nipples into his index and thumb fingers, pinching and twisting them. He is enjoying torturing me. Fuck you, Ejay. You will pay dearly for this someday. He continues, pinching and sucking them out roughly while I am groaning in pain. The pain of being used like an object like this The pain of not being able to do anything to help myself The pain of helplessness

He sucked and pinched my nipples, which are painfully hard by now. He then turns me to face the wall, forcing me to arch my back to him, and I was not aware of what he wanted to do until I felt him pressing himself on my but and starting to pound on me like we were having sex, his hard cock hitting my but. My eyes are an ocean of tears now, but he doesn't care. When he finished with his nonsense, he turned me around to face him again, going back to my breasts.

"You are mine alone. You hear me?" He grumbles, and I don't care to open my eyes to look at him. "Answer me, Gia!" He roars, pinching my nipples so hard, forcing me to nod my head as a painful scream leaves my lips. "You don't nod to me." He pinched them harder. "Answer me."

"Y..e...s!" I cry out. He then kisses me so roughly that I am scared I might have a swollen lip afterwards.

"Now pull this up for me, my princess." As per his orders, I pull his trousers up, button them up, and zip them up. I am still shaking and hiccuping from all the cries. I buckled his belt, and before I could walk back to fix myself, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me for another forced kiss. "I don't know how my kisses taste to you, but get used to them already. You are mine alone, Gia. I am sending someone to fix you up. Make sure you change this face when you come on stage." With that, he walks out of the room.

surced soul! Rotten, sick, son of a bitch! How I wish I didn't have to cross paths with this monster!

I straighten my dress and zip it up immediately, and I sit on the DJ's chair as more tears of humiliation continue to warm my face. I feel so dirty. So used. So helpless. "Aahhh!... I screamed when someone tapped me from the back, crossing my hands around my chest.

"Hey, sorry." The guy spoke, and I looked up after making sure it was not Ejay. "What did he do to you?" Ajay asks with a look of pity in his eyes. I stand up and fall into his arms. I need some comfort. I need someone to tell me that all this will be over. And in this whole place, he is the only one who can make me feel better. His advice is always wise. He hugs me, caressing my back, but only for a minute before he pulls away. "What did he do to you?" He asks, wiping away the tears from my eyes.

"I want to die." I say it in between sobs.

"No. Dying is not an option for you, Gia." He consoles.

I shake my head. "That monster was all over me. He alsmot had his way and i dont know for how long i will be lucky. I can't allow myself to be used like this. I can't stand it." I whimper.

"I am sorry, but there is no escape from that, Gia. You will have to bend to his rules. Ejay just want you to submit to him. Stop resisting him." He says, almost making me puke at his words.

"I want to disappear from this place. i want to break away from him. i want to freedom from all this hell." I crey out.

He rubs my shoulders. "I know, but look at it this way. This is the only way. Through submission, you will be able to negotiate your terms with him. I do not want to see you getting hurt, that is why I am telling you this."

Submit? Have I not kissed him just yesterday? Wasn't that enough to convince him? What more do I have to do?

Devine surrender? That will will be my devine destruction too! Surrendering myself to that monster will close all the hopes of me getting loved the way i deserve. But then, what if it is really the only way for my escape?

"I will be going now. If he finds me this close to you I will be as good as dead. Think over what I said." Ajay says.

"Thank you, Ajay. You are different from everyone here. Have you accepted that you are fated to die here?"

"You have no clue about the misery surrounding everyone here." That got me curious, but he didn't pause for long before speaking again, giving me no time to ask any questions. "Anyway, think about what I just told you. Next time we meet, I want to see a smile on your face." I nod my head, wiping the remaining tears away from my eyes.

"By the way, Ajay, do you know why Ejay is sending someone to fix me up? What am I going to do on stage again? It's almost midnight." I ask.

"He is crowning you the queen of the club."

"What?"

Queen? What queen?