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"Sweetheart, you disobeyed us, when we tell you to do something you do it," King muttered, his breath hitting the shell of my ear. I was focused on the three sets of hands-on me how they didn't miss how my body responded to them. We were in the back of the club, me being ambushed after I walked off stage. They had told me to quit my job, that they would take care of me. No matter how relieving that may be, I wasn't going to rely on anyone again. But I didn't think of the consequences if I didn't obey them. After their unspoken promise for punishment when they told me to never walk on that stage again unless I'm dancing for them and only them. I disobeyed them, and I could feel the cruel intent broiling under the surface of their cool facade. King was standing behind me, Alexander and Cade were standing in front of me. Alexander was pulling the straps of my bra down my shoulders, Cade had his hand wrapped around my throat, and King's fist was wrapped in my hair, pulling my neck back. "Get your pretty ass dressed. Then you are coming home with us. We'll teach you what happens when you forget who you belong to," Alexander said with a cruel smile on his face. My heart was racing, and I started to break out in a sweat. My chest was rising and falling with the quick breaths I took, and I knew they would never hurt me the way I knew they could. They wanted to protect me, is what they said. But how much of what they say can I believe? --------------------------------------- This is a mature story, and I'm not bothering with saying 18+ because that would be a joke. So proceed with caution if your mind hasn't been tainted. (nearly impossible considering you are on this app).
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