Clubrooms Diary

Chapter 20: A dog with a bone

MALAYINA

May 10th 2018

I walk into the changing room, knowing Amar is hot in pursuit after me. I stop and look to my right.

Maddies standing there trying to push her tits up further that's already being encased in a push-up bra.

If she keeps forcing them up any further, she'll end up knocking herself out for sure. She hasn't noticed

I've walked, either that or she's refusing to acknowledge my existence.

I carry on and walk through the door that leads to showers. I step into one of the vacant cubicles, shut

the door and sit down. I raise my legs and pull them up close to my chest, wrapping my arms around

them. Hoping and praying he won't find me.

Seconds later I hear Maddie scream. "This room is off-limits!"

"Where is she?" He urges her to tell him.

"Who?" She answers preoccupied with herself.

"Malayina." You can hear his irritation through his words.

"Why would you want Yina when you can have me?" She says sounding cocky as fuck.

I hear him come to a halt. His dress shoes no longer click against the tiled flooring and he snarls.

"Why would I want you, when I can have Malayinas' innocent pussy? He sneers at her.

"Ha! Calm the fuck down. It was only a suggestion." The resentment heavily coats her words.

"Out!" Amar roars, losing his cool.

"What evz. Your loss." Maddie says carelessly, oblivious to who she is talking to. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

I can hear her heels clicking harshly against the tiles, the door roughly jerks open. Nothing but silence

fills the room. Then a heartbeat later, I hear the door closing and the lock turning.

OH SHIT!

"Mayalina, I know you're in here mikros," He calls out. "If I have to search for you, there will be

consequences."

I swear I could hear the slightest hint of amusement through his last statement. He is like a hunter

catching its prey and I just happened to be his prey. I remain still, trying my best to elevate my

breathing without being discovered. I feel like a damn child playing hide and go seek. Only this isn't the

fun type.

"I'm going to count to ten. If you're not out here by the time I'm finished, I'll have no choice but to get

Vanko in here." His voice bellows off the lockers.

"Èna- One." He says loud and clear.

"Dío- Two." I refuse to move.

"Tría- Three." He takes a step towards the showers.

"Tésera-Four." I still refuse to move.

"Pénde- Five" He raises his voice a little louder.

"Éxi- Six." Fear slowly starts to seep in.

"Épta- Seven." He sighs, losing his patience.

"Októ." I will my body to move.

"Énea-Nine!" He drags the number, giving me my final warning.

"Goddamn it!" I whisper, getting to my feet.

"Dek-Te..." I step out of the shower cubicle and cut him off

"Well, now that we know you can count to ten. I think you should leave, so I can get ready for my first

client." I say, hoping I don't sound as scared as I feel.

He takes a step towards me, his eyes glaring back at mine and his lips pressed into a thin line. He

looks dangerous as fuck and I think I've just crossed the line with him. I've come to realise in the past

two years my mouth has no filter and it's getting harder to control myself when I find myself in

uncomfortable situations. Like I am right now.

If I say sorry, will he back off and not harm me? If I say sorry, will he think he's won gaining my

submission? For all I know, this could all be part of some sick game of his. That's what men do who are

linked to the Mafia, don't they? Surges of anxiety pulse through my body over and over, causing my

heart to pound against my rib cage uncomfortably. The beat of my heart fills my ears, deafening

everything else out around me. Amar takes another step towards me, I feel the urge to run, but I'm too

shit scared to move a muscle. I wish for once in my life my brain would learn to catch up with my

mouth, maybe I wouldn't find myself stuck in situations like this so often.

Amar stands a few feet in front of me and points to the ground. "Come Mikros." He says demanding me

to obey him.

I swallow, making a loud gulping sound. I will my feet to move forward, but they don't and I find myself

standing in the same spot.

"I'm not a dog," I say through gritted teeth.

"You are no dog Mikros." His eyes narrow. "Dogs get bones for good behaviour, you.." He pauses. "Will

never receive such a reward because you can't follow simple instructions." He says with a wicked

smile.

"You can keep your bones, they're probably tainted with blood, tears and the devil himself." I sneer,

raising my head.

He chuckles, shaking his head.

He walks towards me eating up the distance between us quicker than I can say the word "FUCK!"

Wrapping his hand harshly around my wrist, dragging me back to the shower cubicle. He turns the

water on high at a hot temp. The room quickly fills with moisture, causing the air to sickeningly turn hot.

I try to break free from his vice-like grip, but I fail.

"Amar?" I look at him with wide eyes.

"Naí?" He replies, coldly.

" Let me go," I beg as my voice trembles.

" Will you do as your told?" He questions me as he holds my hand close to the excessively hot flowing

water.

"You wouldn't?" My eyes brim with tears."It's hotter than boiling water." I pale and tears slowly glide

down the side of my face...

"You don't seem to know your place Mikros." He says low and commanding. "Don't think I enjoy this,

because I don't where you're concerned." Those bright green eyes I admired so much, suddenly filled

with despair as they stare straight through me.

I struggle against him, trying my best to break free. Like I told him, the temperature of the hot water

when it's turned right around is hotter than boiling water. He will burn the flesh off my hand. I struggle

some more, hitting his arm with my free hand, screaming.

"Please, please......" I cry. "I'm sorry Amar. Please don't hurt me." My body begins to quiver and my

knees buckle beneath me.

Just when I thought I was going to collapse to the floor, Amar catches me and picks me up bridal style.

He holds me close to his chest, close enough for me to hear the rhythm of his beating heart. I focus on

the beat, letting it invade my ears desperately trying to calm myself down. I feel him shift, he leans in

and turns the water off as he whispers in my ear. I can't understand him because he's speaking to me

in Greek. It's surprisingly soothing, not knowing what he's saying, tells me it's his voice alone that

caresses me. Amar unlocks the door, walks down the hallway and enters my room, locking it. He

settles me down on to the bed, crouching down beside me. I sniffle, looking down at my feet, too afraid

to look up at him.

"Mikros." He purrs.

I wrap my arms around myself, refusing to look up. He gently slips his finger under my chin and tilts my

head up, til our eyes clash. With tears uncontrollably streaming down my face, partially blurring my

vision. Amar wipes them away with the pad of his thumb.

'Shhhhhh... " He says softly. "It's over now."

"It's never going to be over until I pay you your money and I'm confident my father will never find me." I

sniffle.

" I won't allow you to sell something as precious as your virginity to someone you don't know. You're

putting yourself in tremendous danger mikros." He says with compassion.

"I don't have a choice. The contract is signed and the auction is up and running."

"You leave the contract to me. I'm sure I'll find a loophole somewhere to execute you from it. Bring your

signed copy tomorrow, " He runs a frustrated hand through his raven black hair.

"I'll be here again, at the same time." He rises, to his full height.

I look up at him and nod my head, consenting to his terms. When he's pleased with my response,

Amar turns and exits the room. I stay seated and when I'm certain he's left and isn't going to return. I

break down crying again. Wishing for once in my pathetic life, the tears I cry are tears of joy. Just when

I thought I had a brilliant plan. I knew I could count on Amar-fucking-Diamandis to come along and blow

everything up into smithereens.