She thought showbiz was a fun easy way to spend her life. Parties, fame and fortune. That's what she was led to believe, that's what all the helpless children are led to believe. What they are not told is the sacrifices they have to make to get anywhere in the business. This is how Amy found out how torturing it would be.
Amy sat in her dressing room, fiddling with her makeup. Trying to make herself look irresistible. There was a knock at the door, Amy shot straight for the door, hoping it was the director telling her it's her cue. It wasn't. He gave no explanation for himself being there. He grabbed her arms forcing her back into the room, causing her to trip backwards. He lay on top of her, his hand slowly reaching for her breasts. She fought back grabbing his hand, squeezing it as hard as she can with her nails forcing him to let go.
She kicked him in the chest winding him. She squirmed over to the door as fast as she could. Yes she had hold of the handle, she was inches away from freedom until he grabbed her leg.