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*Flashback*

"Jeté, throw and lastly one foot to land on one foot." Mark showed us the routine after giving all of us the instructions.

We all began rehearsing our routines, staring at ourselves in the mirror, making sure that our technique was perfect and that each and every move of ours was flawless.

"Use your face Somi!" I heard Mark yell from the corner of the room.

Groaning and rolling my eyes mentally, I plastered a fake smile upon my face.

My eyes travelled to Mark who was very busy in shamelessly staring at my chest.

Becoming self conscious, I moved to the other end of the room where I was positive that it would be difficult for him to see me properly.

Taking a mere glance at the corner of the room where he had been standing, my eyes widened as I noticed him not standing there anymore, but instead correcting some of the girls standing next to me.

My heart started to race as he strolled to my direction.

Gulping harshly, I took a deep breath and continued practicing.

    If you do it well maybe he won't touch you.

You thought.

"Stop." He said to me.

My dancing came to a halt but I didn't turn my head to meet his eyes.

Out of nowhere, he slowly started inching closer to my form.

I panicked and looked around the room in a hurry, hoping that there would be someone who would help me.

But there wasn't.

Everyone was too busy in doing their own thing to notice what was going on.

Instinctively, I started to back up but he caught my arm and pulled me back to my original position.

"You see when you go on relevé, your inner thighs don't glue together." He said, while staring at my thighs, in a disgusting low voice.

"Yes okay thank you I'll work on that." I replied quickly.

He gave me a stern nod and finally left me alone.

Phew nothing bad happened

I thought.

But just at that moment, his hand grazed against my thigh and he smirked at me before walking back to his corner.

My breath hitched and I blinked a couple of times, fighting back my tears.

"It's okay Somi - It's alright. Don't be a crybaby." I whispered to myself, trying to provide some comfort that my so called "friends" failed to do so.

*End of flashback*

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