Part 3 | Trapped

Chealse lost track of Patricia drowning among the hundreds of people. The music got louder and louder, and the strangers in the wide room grew even more brutal. Chealse had no other choice but to think positively about Patricia.

"Maybe she went to the bathroom or saw someone," Chealse said to calm herself.

The girl bit her lip looking around. A very strange sight. Men and women unite, swaying, twisting in rhythm with the sound of music and rotating lights. Chealse wasn't used to it and felt dizzy when he looked up at the disco lights that glowed turquoise.

"Hi, Miss?"

Chealse turned quickly to the left. A big man in a white shirt and denim jeans looked at Chealse with a mischievous look. Chealse looked at the man without saying anything.

"Who owns this place?" asked the man while patting the sofa right next to Chealse.

Chealse is faced with a difficult choice, should she speak up? "Hey, I'm talking to you, Miss. Don't look the other way." The man impudently grabbed Chealse's chin and forced the girl to look at him.

"Let go!" Chealse pulled her face away then backed away quickly. "This place has been rented by my boss, don't mess around!"

"Boss?" The man frowned and was silent for a moment. "Who's boss?" There was a laugh at the end of the sentence. The man Chealse didn't know his name was laughing so hard.

Chealse is feeling confused. She looked around and people were now starting to look at her. "Hey, innocent girl. You're new here huh? Who brought you here?"

Chealse was about to open her mouth to defend herself but suddenly Patricia appeared with her arms crossed to her chest. "Boss, I was looking for you everywhere."

As soon as Patricia said those words, Chealse's eyes widened instantly. "Bo-boss?"

The man stifled an endless laugh then looked Chealse up and down then up again. "She is actually a pretty girl, but she forgot that hospitality also needs to be sold to attract buyers."

Chealse couldn't believe it anymore. She looked at Patricia for an explanation. Patricia who noticed the change in Chealse's expression just snorted in annoyance. "He's our boss. You just found out? What have you done to her, Boss?" Patricia now turned to her boss.

"Just giving a little surprise and playing around. And let's be honest... She really took me by surprise, Pat." The man looked at Chealse again.

Chealse felt very uncomfortable, of course. She stood up and looked at Patricia with a sharp gaze. "Say! What job did you promise me, Pat?!"

Patricia flinched when she saw Chealse yelling at her. However, the girl still persisted in acting normal. Chealse was very annoyed that Patricia had been silent. "Answer me, Pat! What kind of job! Who is this presumptuous man!"

"Who are you calling presumptuous, innocent girl?" The man started to speak. "Didn't you explain to her, Pat?" The man asked Patricia but kept her eyes on Chealse.

"He is so innocent and stupid, Boss. Why should I tell you everything if you can just show it?" Patricia raised an eyebrow yes while smiling lopsidedly.

"Oh, I see?" The man started to stand up and held both of Chealse's hands.

"What are you doing! Let go!" Chealse tried to pull her hand from the man's grip but in vain. The power is so strong and dominant.

"Let me go! Patricia! You really are a demon!" Chealse kept shouting until the people there looked at the girl with annoyed looks.

"Hold her shoulders, bring her to the room!" The man gave Patricia an order and the German girl complied. Patricia pushed Chealse's body and the man pulled her hand away. Chealse kept screaming between the thumping of the disco music and the swirling lights.

Chealse kept moving until the man and Patricia had overcome her. Inadvertently, Chealse caught sight of a man staring at her from the bar table. Chealse was about to open his mouth to call the man until finally the three of them arrived at an iron door and Chealse was pushed inside. "Wait there and don't come out!"

Chealse fell down until her lips hurt because she was accidentally bitten. Chealse immediately got up and pushed the metal door. "Open the door! Open! You devil! Open!"

Chealse kicked, pushed as hard as he could but again all to no avail. She tried to catch his breath and then looked around. The room where she is now is a karaoke room. Complete with a sofa that wraps around the room, a low-legged table and a few bottles of beer on it.

"What should I do?" mumbled Chealse.

The girl looked up, to be precise in the corner of the room. "The only advantage in this situation is that there is no CCTV to monitor me."

Chealse pushed open the door in front of her once more. "But where should I get out of!"

Suddenly the door opened with a bang and again Chealse fell to her knees from the push. Her eyes widened when a man entered. Not the man from earlier, but the one who came this time looked even older and ruthless.

The man immediately locked the door and put the key in his coat pocket. "You're the one?" the man asked suddenly.

Chealse took a few steps back with a creep. "Who are you? I want to go out!"

"Go out? After I pay a few thousand dollars and you want out?" The man took off the coat that restricted his movement and threw it carelessly.

"What's your name?" he asked again, folding his sleeves up to his elbows.

Chealse tried to stand up while leaning on the table. "None of your business! You old man! Do not try anything with me!"

The man looked emotional and immediately walked quickly to Chealse and slapped him. Plaque! "You cheap girl!"

Chealse touched her right hand which felt sore and hot. Unintentionally, her tears fell and the wound on her lips grew open. The man just realized that Chealse had been injured. Without a word, he immediately grabbed Chealse's body and hugged him.

"I'm sorry I was rude to you."

Chealse's heart skipped a beat. It's not about falling in love, it's about how to get her out of here as soon as possible. "Come here, sit down and have a drink together."

The man grabbed Chealse's hand and led her to sit on the sofa. Chealse didn't say anything. Shee just looked down and watched the man's shrewd movements in pouring beer into a fist-sized glass.

"One thing you have to learn is, you have to answer the question of someone who is more mature than you," said the man in a cold voice.

"Mature? Grown men don't play with women," Chealse said quickly.

The man was quite surprised by Chealse's answer but remained casual. "Playing? You know, sometimes grown men get tired of work too and take the noise out of the world by playing around."

"Play girls?" Chealse smiled lightly then laughed. "What do you know? You only care about your lust."

"You have lust too, Sweet Girl." The man raised the glass full of beer to Chealse's mouth. "Only, your wild side needs to be built up to become even more brutal!"

With one motion, the man immediately opened Chealse's mouth with force and force-fed the girl with beer. Chealse widened her eyes, her throat felt hot and she also felt some of the beer going into her lungs.

Chealse's hand tried to feel anything she could reach but the man immediately held her hand. "Don't do anything if you want to come out alive!"

Latest Chealse-cough. The girl looked down trying to spit the beer out of her mouth, but again the man pushed Chealse up while the girl fell asleep on the sofa. The man sat at Chealse's feet and then again fed the girl with a second glass.

"Once you get drunk, you will become even more beautiful, Sweet Girl…."