Chapter 3
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They sat in silence until Little Satine replied, " So that's it then? My name is Satine? " Cristian looked at her for a long time then said in a voice barely above a whisper, " You will soon figure out the importance of that name. " Little Satine crossed her arms and stuck out a lip. " I don't want to be called Satine! It's a wretched name! " Cristian grew frustrated with the little girl, but managed to bottle it in. " You want to know how important Satine was to me and everybody else she knew? Well off to the Moulin Rouge we go! " With that, Cristian got up and put his coat on, dragging along Little Satine with him.
The secretary just stared at Satine for awhile then dialed 777, securety. Satine grabbed the phone from her and said in a stern voice that meant business, " I have to get back to Paris. Bring me or you will be sorry...bitch. " Just then securety came and jumped on Satine.Satine punched one in the stomach and ran to the edge of Heaven.
She looked side to side and mumbled, " Where is Milly when you need her! " Just at that moment, Milly popped up behind Satine with a worried face. " SATINE! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON! " Satine took a firm grip on Milly's wrist and jumped off the edge.
" SATINE! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! " Milly yelled and began screaming bloody murder. Satine tightened her grip on Milly's wrist and replied, " Nothing. I just have to get back with Cristian. I can't live without him. " Milly's face turned red from anger and began yelling once again at Satine. " YOU KINDA ALREADY ARE DEAD, YOU ASS! "
Cristian dragged Little Satine all the way to the Moulin Rouge until she decided to actually walk. She glared at him and asked in a voice that meant business, " Why did you bring me to the strip club? You some kind of perv or something? I can turn you in, you know? " Cristian sighed and took Little Satine's hand.