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12.45 PM
September, 2018
Goa , India
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Bethany stared at the window as the tides , hit the shore
The young children playing around, there giggles
Those soft cheers
Something looked real, for her after really a long time
Something she could dream of , some day
The sun was hitting up , it was early and a very sunny afternoon
"Lizzie
My cugina" ( cousin )
Bradley, pulled her into a warm hug, like he had missed his cousin for a long time
Bradley Simon , an agent of SSL working undercover
He was just a helper
A handy man kind
He never got himself involved in any kind of risky business but kept a close watch and turned the information back to the state
Bradley was smart but not a brave one
He could prove right into wrong by his talking skills
His hairy chest , open shirt with a denim shorts
His stomach showing a bit of fat , his bald shaved head with long bear
He was a local bar guy and a tourist
Working in a local Italian restaurant , spending his weekends partying with the foreigners
He had nobody
No family but a distant cousin and that was Elizabeth , her new identity
Bethany smiled back , as she greeted him with a soft kiss on his cheeks as she spoke
"Come stai"( how are you ?)
"hai messo su peso?" ( have you put on weight?)
She teased him with an foreign accent
Even a native italian , would have agreed her intalian accent
Which was not even anywhere near to a person , who had started to practiced the language ,a few days ago
People , who could grasp multiple languages and speak different languages at the same time, was told that they can focus on multiple things at once
It was a naive thought
She was trained for speaking foreign languages to match her created profile
Elizabeth McCarthy eighteen year school dropout
A New Yorker, moved early to LA
Mother , a fashion designer named Mr.Bella McCarthy
Father , a businessmen named Mr.Brain McCarthy
She had lost both on a car crash , when she was fifteen
Never been to college
Elizabeth waanted to peruse modeling as her career
A professional pole dancer , a women who could run with her heels on .
New name and new identity
Which never matched her personality
But did she have one ?
Because now she doesn't
Everytime she wanted to throw her mask down , she reminded herself the purpose behind this whole scenario
She was like a water , turning into shapes depending on the surface
It didn't happen in one day , but six months
Six months of special training
"Come back " George, bid his good bye
As he waved at Bethany as she left the centre
George , was her coach
Who had trained her , which was not limited just for physical fights or ordinary training
She was trained to control her body , her mind
And how to influence others
From learning Italian, to how to hold a gun
How to read a person expressions
To learning how to do pole dance
She did it all , convincing her holy mind and heart
That this was for her father
To bring him back
She didn't miss a thing from her old life
All she missed was her quietness and her church visits
Bethany was religious , grown with her grandmother had a great spiritual influence on her , which she had carried even today
She never thought she would be here , this all felt like a dream
Which she wanted to wake up from
She wanted it to end
'But God had everything planned '
That's what she had told every single morning to herself
" smettila di dare fastidio" (stop making fun of me )Bradley put his arm around her as he walked her down to a quite room
Laughing at her
The people who looked at them , had it convinced
They were cousins
Once he was sure, no one was around
He moved away quickly and he didn't waste a second
"You can stay at my place today
I'll take you , to the club tomorrow
I have spoken to the manager
He wants to see your performance first " Bradley spoke , as he looked around before he handed over phone to her
"My number is saved in it
Incase you need it
The people here, are friends with Jerald , the manager
Of The Pirate-dice "Bradley spoke softly, like he was afraid to raise his voice
Pirate dice
The club she wanted to work in
A club which was owned by the devil
It was one of the club, among various clubs he owned , but he visited it often
It was his safe entertainment
Many times , he was there
Atleast that's what the reports had managed to come up with
And the only way to find the devil
Was to get into the Pirate - dice
Bethany took the phone and the keys to Bradley's place as from him , as she left
Smiling at everyone as she made her way
She looked vibrant, in the neon mini dress she was wearing
From today , she neither had modesty or her quietness
Because Elizabeth didn't posses those traits
The place was near by
Just a ten minute walk
By the time she reached , she looked around the place as she entered in
Just to make sure , she was alone and not followed by anyone
The place was small and shabby
Just like Bradley's appearance
All the used bottles shattered on the ground along with the burnt cigars
The cards spread all over with his clothes , his dirty garments fallen apart
She sighed as she placed her bag on the floor
She picked out a t-shirt and a baggy shorts
For a girl who never wore any skin showing clothes
Wearing a thong and a lace bra
Wasn't easy
She cried the whole night after her first practice
She just didn't feel humiliated, but she left betrayed by her own self
She always believed her body was sacred
She never once stared at her naked self , considering it a sin
Neither touched her private parts
It was all wrong in the name of God
But now , she will be performing, with just two piece of tiny clothes which covered nothing mostly
Spreading her legs against the pole , teasing the audience with a taste and leaving them with a want
Stripping on the stage , for money
Calling herself a slut
But everytime she thought about it , it made her weak
A small urge that, she was here for her father
Brought back her little confidence
She laid down on the rough mattress , as she held the blanket
Her eyes closed as the tears shattered
It had been a routine now
Everyday she cried to bed when she was alone and was sure
She wouldn't be needing to pretend to be someone else when the day was over
'Maybe, if it was just a dream 'she whispered to herself
If it was a dream , when she woke up
It will be done
Everything will be over
She cried letting her tears flow , sinking into her pillow
The first day she cried , she felt weak
Like she was loosing the battle before she even started the war
But , the fact was she stood stone cold as she had no tears left for the next day
Even when she was asked to strip naked in front of the group boys or when asked to stab a man , to his death
She didn't let one tear pass down her cheeks
She held it all tight
Till she got her comfort in that small pillow
It was not a painful cry
It was cry for something new
Which feared her
Something that was going to break her
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