Playing With Destiny

The Dancers

Chapter Three

“There has to be a mistake. I didn’t sign up for this. Madam Rose told me that I will be a house maid not a w***e!” I shouted at France’ face when I regained my composure. I can’t just let them do this to me. To us!

“Stupid b***h!” She screamed back before slapping me. The force made me stagger but I pushed myself up. “You really believed that?!”

“I don’t want this! Let me go home!” my voice cracked as tears came running down my cheeks.

“There’s no way out of here. You’ll spend the rest of your life here. Try to escape and we will kill you!” she snarled before pulling me again.

“Oh, looks like we’ve got new company!” One of the women approached us. She was smirking. “Welcome to hell ladies!” she whispered and I almost lost it. I want to throw a fit but it might get things worse so I just shut up and suck my tears back.

“That’s enough Amanda!” France said. “This way.” She then glared at us.

We quietly followed her to another corner of the room. There is a seamstress there with her sewing machine and tons of fabrics behind her.

“Take their measurements. Come quick, we need to start training.”

After taking our body measurements, France took us back to the other empty room. Two girls followed with us.

“These are Amanda and Jenny. They will be the ones to teach you what you needed to know.”

“What are your names girls?” Amanda asked.

“I-I’m Stella and these are Diane and Julia.” Stella decided to answer after a few moment of silence from us. I don’t want to talk. I just want to disappear right now.

My head shot to the door when I heard it open. But to my dismay, the goons were back. They closed the door as soon as they went in then lined up behind it. They silently took out their guns then looked grimly at us.

“Now, all you need to do is be a good girl and listen to everything they say.” France said menacingly. “Or else a bullet will be planted in your pretty heads.” She c****d her head to the three goons and I shivered in fear.

“Am I understood?” we just nodded our heads in response. I think we’re all too shocked to even speak up.

Jenny went to a corner of the room where there are speakers.  She pressed some buttons and now a sensual music was playing. Amanda told us where to stand before she started dancing in front of us. Just watching her makes me want to puke. I can’t do that!

“Follow her moves!” France hissed and we all tried to do just as she said.

My body is so stiff because of fear but I don’t have a choice unless I want to die. As much as it’s a better option than doing this, I have to think of my family. They need me and I won’t give up without trying everything I can to escape this hellhole.

We did dance trainings for the rest of the day it made me feel sick. We were sent to our room after that. I was still so shocked from everything I can’t even cry. Who do I blame for this?

How I wish I could’ve just listened to my parents. Now look at where I am now, I don’t even know if I will be able to run away from here.

I can hear Dianne and Stella crying but my mind was elsewhere. I just laid there unmoving and staring at nothing. Finally the whole day of activities and roller coaster of emotions caught up to me and sent me into a dreamless sleep.

I woke up the next day feeling the same void. I took a shower and put on some decent clothes. When I went out of the bathroom, our breakfast is already there. The smell of bacon filled the room, the breakfast looks enticing but I have no appetite.

Stella took her plate and started to eat. When we did not follow her, she looked at us.

“We need to eat, if we won’t we will just die without fighting. We still need to find a way to escape from this.”

What she said knock some senses into me. I took a plate and start shoving the food inside my mouth. My stomach is churning with the thoughts of what awaits us for this day but as Stella said, we need to eat. I forced the food down my throat before drinking a glass of water.

I need to survive. Tears began to well up my eyes as I remembered my family the last time I saw them. The hopeful look in my siblings faces. I willed myself not to cry. It won’t help me now, it will just make me weaker. I need to be strong to be able to escape.

We spent a whole week trying to learn different kinds of dance. We did some sultry kind of dance, belly dancing and even the basic of pole dancing. It was so hard because I haven’t danced my whole life but with three armed goons behind us every practice is motivation enough to keep trying.

It was our eighth day today in this damned place. France took us to the dressing room after our practice.

“Are their clothes ready?” she asked the seamstress.

“Here they are.” She handed us each different colored clothes.

“Try them on.” France sternly said. I checked it and my jaw almost dropped upon seeing how the tiny piece of cloth looked like.

“Put them on if you don’t want to die!” France hissed once again when none of us moved.

“How are we supposed to put them on here?” Dianne tried to speak up but France just pulled her hair.

“I said put it on. Now!”

We had no choice but to strip in front of him and the seamstress. I tried to look around and the other women there are all busy not minding what’s going with us.

It was like a skimpy two piece bikini that is made out of a shiny red material. The top hugged my chest perfectly. The bikini bottom just covered the front as the back is only a string. I wanted to wail when I took a glance of myself from a mirror nearby. I tried hard to bit back my sob. I just turned to Dianne and Stella.

They were wearing the same style of bikini but Dianne’s is gold and Stella is wearing a blue one. They all fit perfectly to us.

France pulled Stella’s arm and made her turn around.

“You’re perfect dear!” she gushed before slapping her bottom. It made her squeal in surprise.

A lone tear escaped my eye and I hurriedly wiped it off. I don’t want to anymore cry in front of these monsters.

The busy room suddenly fell quiet and when I turned to the door, I realized why. Madam Hirushi was walking in with another set of goons. She went up to us.

She inspected our bodies quietly then turned to France and gave her a nod. France then pulled us into the make-up table and made us sit.

“Take care of their make-up girls.” She ordered and three women went to us and started putting on make-up on us. Three other girls went behind us and started to do our hair. Madam Hirushi was just there, looking at us amidst all the fiasco.

After they were done with our hair and make-up, Madam Hirushi grinned. She looked like an evil mistress.

“Great! They will sure to bring us a fortune.” She said in a different accent I barely understood her words. With that, she left the room again.

“Wait, there’s something missing.” France went to the costumes area and took some feathers with her. Turns out they are scarves and headdresses made out of feathers. She put them on to us.

“Now, that is perfect. Come on, let’s go.” She excitedly squealed while rushing to the door. The other girls pushed us to follow her.  Outside the door, the same men who were guarding us from the beginning are there. They took each one of us by the arms then led us to the elevator.

It stopped on the second floor. This is our first time here, I don’t know what to expect. But I guess I should always think of the worst in this place.

The hallways are quiet when we went out. There was a large tinted glass door near the elevator but we went past it. They keep dragging us until we reached a small door in the furthermost area of the second floor.

Inside was a small room with a lot of beautiful women inside. They are wearing bikinis that are also similar with our though others have skimpier ones.

Dianne was gripping my arms tightly when we walked in. Almost everyone turned to us. Some were smirking while the others have this sympathetic look on their faces.

“What are we gonna do Julia? I don’t want this.” She whined.

“I don’t know.” I whispered, I don’t know if she heard me but it’s like there was no more fight left in me. I feel so hopeless. How can we fight these armed men? How will we be able to go out of this hell of a building? Anywhere I turn there were huge armed men, there’s no chance for us to escape.

“Listen, tonight is your first show. Since you are the newest addition to our harem, you will be the finale tonight.” France started to brief us on what we’re gonna do. “I will give the cue when it’s time for you to walk out of that stage.” She pointed to where that is.

“You will go to the middle of the stage; there will be other girls around and just do what they do. It should be easy since you already trained for the dance routine.” She strictly looked at each one of us. “There are a lot of security scattered on the whole are so don’t you try some funny stunts or else…” she threatened before turning to the other girls.

One by one, the girls came out of the backstage. I can hear the sultry music from here and it’s making me feel worse. I feel like a person who’s waiting for his death sentence. I’m praying so hard to make these all stop or maybe for me to wake up. This is just a nightmare, at least that’s what it feels like.

But no matter how hard I pray, I was never heard. France came up to us and said that it’s our turn to perform. We were all glued to our seats so the men once again dragged us forcefully.

“Hurry up!” she pulled us into the stage’s entrance but did not order us to go in yet. I took a peek on what’s going on there, my chest tightened more with what I saw.

On the stage were several girls dancing almost naked, I even saw one on the front topless. Men are swarming down at her feet. I can’t see much below the stage because the area is dark. Only the stage has dimmed lights in different colors. The scene in front of me made me dizzy. I badly want to throw up.

“Okay, go now!” France pushed us leaving us with no choice but to walk in. My body shivered with the cold seeping on my bare skin. The music got louder and the lights went moving around, I think I’m gonna pass out.

I heard some whistles from the audience as we got near the front stage. My eyes roamed around the area. I can see the tinted glass door that we passed by earlier. It’s the only visible entrance and exit.

My heart is beating loudly inside my chest, I can barely move. Dianne and Stella are both clinging to my arms but we immediately went away from each other when France showed up from down the stage. She made a gun with her fingers and pointed it to us before looking at the two men on each side of the stage.

That made us do the dance routines that we’ve been practicing. So even with tears streaming down my face, I tried to move my body, in unison with the boisterous music.

A man suddenly appeared down the stage. He motioned to Stella to go near him and when she did the man stretched his arm to slide something in her bikini. After that, his hand caressed her thighs down to her leg before going back to his seat.

I almost screamed with that. I can’t imagine that thing happening to me! I bit my lower lip hard to suppress my sobs, my tears falling like waterfalls as I continued to dance in front of all these greedy men.