Hello, everybody. Now my usual style of writing mainly revolves around
ancient times, Moulin Rouge or mystical genres, but I've decided to give
the Outsiders a chance, so if this seems oddly out of place, that's why.
--~*~-- Dare To Love Me --~*~--.
She stopped dancing for a minuet, growing tired of the total exertion of the night. Moving out of the way for a man carrying beers high atop the heads of the clubbers, swinging and shacking to the rhythmic sound of the music, going faster and faster as the beat grew louder and mesmerizing. Swirls of color adorned the rooms, and the bright lights flicked above, as if screaming out their song.
Feeling a bit too dizzy for her liking, the young woman followed the path of the sweaty bodies to the restroom, and locked herself in the cold isolated space, becoming more claustrophobic then ever...or was it really the lack of room? She knew it wasn't; it was what would come about later in the evening that simply terrified her and sent shivers down her spine. Standing up, she walked over to the sink, and turned the nozzle to cold, desiring the need for refreshment. Splashing the cool, clear liquid lightly onto her face, she slowly brought her head up and gazed in mirror.
What she found shocked her...she found a girl she didn't even recognize. All her life people had compared her a doll, china or porcelain perhaps. Soft skin, thick dark lashes, which fluttered as if they were wings, rimmed her pale blue eyes. Her perfectly shaped mouth was scarlet, as red as blood, and her hair was a moderate brown color, finely scented and made up.
And what did she do with this astounding beauty that was so graciously bestowed upon her? Why she gave it away. She sold her body to men, night after night, passion after lust. She was pristine...and she was filthy. The male species was drawn to her, despite the timid aurora she gave off; there was something bewitchingly seductive about her...something within.
She hated it, but never did it show through her ways, her attitude, and her lifestyle. Secretly wishing with all her might to dream, to defy and to escape. She was a doll, trapped inside a hateful world of men, sex, money, and greed. Her hands bound tightly with strings ensured that she would never leave, for many told her this was paradise. A life free of law and law and limits...the paradise had one rule....never fall in love.
A sharp knock on the door, and she was up like lightning, unwillingly ready to dominate or be dominated by the next victim of the night. Pulling her ever-fixing gaze from the mirror, she dried her hands and sucked in a deep breath, silently whispering to stay calm, to be secure...to be dazzling.
--~*~--
Sorry about the overall shortness of this chapter, I promise the next one will be longer. Also, I have a name already picked for this girl, but when she's in the club, I want her to have an alias, something seductive or mysterious sounding if you can think of one (an example might be like Satine in Moulin Rouge). Preferably French!
--~*~-- Dare To Love Me --~*~--.
She stopped dancing for a minuet, growing tired of the total exertion of the night. Moving out of the way for a man carrying beers high atop the heads of the clubbers, swinging and shacking to the rhythmic sound of the music, going faster and faster as the beat grew louder and mesmerizing. Swirls of color adorned the rooms, and the bright lights flicked above, as if screaming out their song.
Feeling a bit too dizzy for her liking, the young woman followed the path of the sweaty bodies to the restroom, and locked herself in the cold isolated space, becoming more claustrophobic then ever...or was it really the lack of room? She knew it wasn't; it was what would come about later in the evening that simply terrified her and sent shivers down her spine. Standing up, she walked over to the sink, and turned the nozzle to cold, desiring the need for refreshment. Splashing the cool, clear liquid lightly onto her face, she slowly brought her head up and gazed in mirror.
What she found shocked her...she found a girl she didn't even recognize. All her life people had compared her a doll, china or porcelain perhaps. Soft skin, thick dark lashes, which fluttered as if they were wings, rimmed her pale blue eyes. Her perfectly shaped mouth was scarlet, as red as blood, and her hair was a moderate brown color, finely scented and made up.
And what did she do with this astounding beauty that was so graciously bestowed upon her? Why she gave it away. She sold her body to men, night after night, passion after lust. She was pristine...and she was filthy. The male species was drawn to her, despite the timid aurora she gave off; there was something bewitchingly seductive about her...something within.
She hated it, but never did it show through her ways, her attitude, and her lifestyle. Secretly wishing with all her might to dream, to defy and to escape. She was a doll, trapped inside a hateful world of men, sex, money, and greed. Her hands bound tightly with strings ensured that she would never leave, for many told her this was paradise. A life free of law and law and limits...the paradise had one rule....never fall in love.
A sharp knock on the door, and she was up like lightning, unwillingly ready to dominate or be dominated by the next victim of the night. Pulling her ever-fixing gaze from the mirror, she dried her hands and sucked in a deep breath, silently whispering to stay calm, to be secure...to be dazzling.
--~*~--
Sorry about the overall shortness of this chapter, I promise the next one will be longer. Also, I have a name already picked for this girl, but when she's in the club, I want her to have an alias, something seductive or mysterious sounding if you can think of one (an example might be like Satine in Moulin Rouge). Preferably French!