Mr. Stripper

Your grave.

When he snapped his finger, five large men rushed towards me, and before I could process what was going on, I was being hauled out of the room.

"Please let me go!" I yelled in an attempt to get away from them.

If I was still in my macho body, I might have been able to release myself from their clutches, but I'm in a lady's body.

I tried to wingle, but the more I tried, the more futile it seemed, so I had no choice but to give in to them.

I let myself be dragged by them, and the mystery Mister man led the way till we arrived at the VIP room, where all the other strippers were dancing.

"Please let me go!"

I knew I didn't have authority, but I had to do something, so I snapped with an authoritative voice.

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and stared at the young man and those who were still holding me.

The young man nodded softly, and I was thrown to the ground.

Thank God for my strong legs, since I was able to keep my balance and avoid falling when they dropped me off.

The booming music in the background abruptly came to a halt as everyone's attention was drawn to me.

They were all looking at me with a strange expression on their faces, and I was looking back at them with the same expression.

"I'm not happy with all that's going on here, Mrs. Rita, but for the time being, I'll be removing Delilah from the club."

His voice was chilly and frosty, and his words made my entire body fill with goosebumps.

'Seriously! Who is him?'

Mrs. Rita sighed, biting her lower lips.

She wanted to say something but bit her bottom lips to keep herself quiet.

"Are we good?" He inquired, maintaining his chilly tone of voice.

Mrs. Rita inhaled again before summoning the confidence to continue. "Delilah is the best stripper in our club, sir, so I'd like to know if she'll return to us?"

Following Mrs. Rita's statement, Mister Man slowly shifted his gaze, and his eyes were bright red, as if someone had set fire to them.

"Do I have to give you feedback on how I do my things?"

Mrs Rita shook her head solemnly in response to his query, and I nodded as well because I felt compelled to.

"I won't remind you who owns this club, and if you try to get on my nerves, I'll shut it down. I don't even benefit from this, therefore I can't keep running a charity for this hellhole." He spat, scanning his entire surrounding.

Almost all of the strippers present clasped their hands together, biting their bottom lips and looking at Mister Man with a pleading glance.

Some were all staring at me, as if to say, 'Everything is in your hands, Delilah.'

Currently. I was still not sure how much Delilah's parents own the club owner or how much Delilah needs to pay to cease being a prostitute, but I'll work my tail off to pay the bill.

I despise how others look at me as if I'm the one who must atone for their faults.

If I were a priest, I would be relieved that they are looking up to me, but my spirit was currently trapped inside the body of the greatest stripper.

"I sincerely apologize for offending you. You can take Delilah, and I won't mind if you carry some other people with you."

I could read Mrs. Rita's look and realized she didn't mean all she said.

She was merely attempting to make the strange young man seem more appealing.

'Where on earth would this man take me to?' I questioned myself, but I couldn't even answer it.

The young man whose name I still don't know smiled, and it was literally the first time I saw him grin sincerely. "Who would be interested in following me? I'm going to sacrifice Delilah to my gods, and who would truly follow me and give their life to the gods I worship?"

His words were firm, and he didn't sound like he was joking.

Or was he joking?

I had to examine his look several times, and from what I could tell, he wasn't trying to hide anything.

He seemed to mean what he said, which gave me additional goosebumps.

The room has become so frigid that no one dares to blink their eyelids, much alone open their mouths, for fear that he will think that the individual has wilfully volunteered himself/herself to him.

Despite the fact that there were a lot of strippers here, they all valued their life, which was a good thing.

Mister Man scanned the room once more, but no one freely surrendered to him.

With a smirk on his face, he declared coldly. "I can tell you all care about your lives. That's a good thing, and Delilah would pay the price because she's the one I'm after."

He walked away after his cold-hearted statement, and I was hauled outside once more.

I attempted to break free from them, but I couldn't.

As I was being pulled outdoors, my sight was drawn to the lady who they claimed was Delilah's best friend.

Anna was merely staring at me, her face calm. She appeared both sad and happy at the same time, which was perplexing.

I moved my gaze to Mike, who appeared to be secretly in love with Delilah.

Mike was staring at me with a sad expression, doing everything he could to stay in the same position.

They were all watching as I was taken out by a man I had never met.

"You may let her go. She has legs." He gave a chilly declaration.

When we were well outside the club, the large men let go of me.

A white Lamborghini car was parked outside, and I assumed it was waiting for the young man.

"Get in." With a cold voice, he spat.

"Can you tell me where you're taking me?"

I had to summon up the guts to question him because I needed to know what was in store for me.

He swung around and grabbed my hair with both hands, pulling my face closer to his.

He whispered, his hot breath stroking me. "I'm taking you to your grave."