hey, guys this story that I put some thought into while I was laying in bed one night. Disclaimer this is an original story idea I do not condone and rewritten versions in different languages unless asked for permission by me. But please enjoy the story.
lucy's p.o.v.
he was in control. He was powerful. He was a monster, a beast. But most of all he was mine.
I was a simple, happy little girl. My life was great at least I thought it was. My mother was a stay at home mom she was a sweet and gentle woman; the kind of woman you aspire to be when you got older. Although my father, on the other hand, was a lawyer. My father was a hard-working man so I rarely got to see him. But with that job I got a big beautiful house, I owned millions of dolls and toys, and I had a loving family. I was the happiest 8-year-old girl in the world. But all that crumbled in my fingers the day that my mom and I came home early from visiting my grandma.
I remember this day as though I was still living it. Grandma came down with the flu so we had to leave early. I was so eager to go home so I could play with the new Mongolian girl doll that I was gifted. It was still daylight so I had plenty of time. We had stepped out of the car and I noticed that my father's car was in the driveway. I jumped with excitement. "Mommy, mommy. Daddy's home" while we had spent the weekend at grandmas my dad was supposed to be out of town for a business meeting.
The worried expression on my mother's face is still burned into my memory. "Mommy what's wrong," I asked with curiosity. Then it occurred to me the old saying "curiosity killed the cat". That day I had hoped it did. She looked down at me and immediately soften her expression. "Nothing honey bunny no need to worry" she reassured me.
The house was quiet but muffled moans echoed through the hallways. It was coming from upstairs. My fathers' clothes, as well as another woman's, were scattered across the furniture. "Mommy what's that" I could see the dark expression on her face. Without a word, she took me to my room and told me to cover my ears. So I obeyed. I didn't understand what was going on. I thought maybe my dad was watching a movie that he wasn't supposed to watch. Or maybe he hurt himself and was moaning in pain. But I couldn't have been more wrong. I clutched my doll as hard as I could hoping it would give me a source of comfort, as I listened to the brutal exchange of words.
"all of the work I put into this family and you just going to betray me like that" I've never heard my mother sound so broken. I didn't understand why they were fighting like this, I couldn't comprehend what would make my mom so hurt. "What work! All I do is go to work and come home and what thanks do I get. A kiss goodnight!?" my father's defining tone rang through the house. The argument only exulted from there I tried my hardest to ignore it but the cold tone in my father's voice caught my attention.
"sex was all I asked. All I wanted and you can't even give me that." His calm voice held no emotion. "Look at you. Your just an old whore the only good thing about is your face" he spat. I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. Was this my father I was hearing. "Why don't you find another whore with this face, see if she can please you" my mother whimpered. "You want to keep our marriage alive, then give me the only thing that can please me more than you" he grunted. "Nothing ever pleases you" she quivered. "But Lucy can" my innocent mind still didn't understand what he meant by that.
"She has everything I could ever ask for your face and a virgin body" I remember learning about the word virgin in school it meant to be pure and that you haven't don't the nasty, gross, thing. So then why would he want that? The thought turned my blood cold. That's outrageous I'm his daughter he would never do that to me. Was he just saying it to get my mom angry?
"Please, I'm begging you I let you have all those other children just, please let me keep my child from you" I heard her plead like she was begging for her life. "you want me to show you what happens to people that disobey me" his voice started to rise. "NO PLEASE" for the next few hours all I could hear were screams of pain and the sounds of bones cracking. You could hear the pain in each heartbreaking scream. Tears started to reach the corners of my eyes. I winced with every screech that echoed from the room. I just prayed and hoped it would stop.
Suddenly the noise stopped and only small whimpers could be heard "would you like to reconsider my offer" his voice was so cruel it sounds as though it were coming from a completely different person. With a small dry cry, I could hear "take her" the second I heard those words I darted under my bed taking my doll with me.
I heard the door open with a small creak. My breath became shallow but she knew right where I was. It was my favorite hiding spot during hid-n-go seek. she nealed down as much as she could "Lucy, come out honey bunny" her voice was so strained and dry almost as if she had to force out the words. she stretched her bruised arms waiting for my embrace. I crawled out and hugged her tight. she let out a small cry in pain. I let go to get a good look at her. her lip was split open with a bruise surrounding it, and her cheeks were swelled. one of her eyes couldn't even open properly. She seemed so tired and lost. Honestly, I was surprised she was even still standing "Lucy you know that daddy and I love you right" she spoke in a calm soothing voice. I nodded yes in response. "then you know that we would only do what was best for you and our family" she continued "but right now is not the time to think about yourself it's about what daddy needs this time" I gave her a slow nod.
"you and daddy are going to play a game but mommy can't play this time" she gave me a sad look. "but why can't you play?" I choke holding back more tears. "because mommy did something bad so she can't play" her eyes turned cold. "is that why daddy hurt you" I whispered. "no honey bunny this time it's your fault." I let a stray tear fall down my cheek. "now is not the time for crying we need to get you ready to play with daddy" she smiled. she took my hand and lead me to her room. She gave me a new pair of black undergarments. After picking out my favorite white lace dress she helped put me together almost as if she was dressing a doll. When she was done she gave me a deep red gloss and placed it on my lips. to finish me off she sprayed me with her signature perfume. It was all in perfect order, almost as if she has done this before. This would become a routine that I would learn to hate. Without a word, she took me to my father's study. She threw open the door and handed me over "here" she spat.
(Quick authors note the next part will be very graphic and triggering so if you need to skip ahead)
he sat behind his desk and studied me as though I was a piece of art. "are you ready to play" his menacing voice had a few slurs. that when I noticed the bottle of scotch that what place beside him. He looked like nothing I had ever seen before. His hair was a mess you could tell that he had been running his hands through it. His knuckles were stained red as well as his clothes. The stench of blood and sweat filled the atmosphere. "I don't want to play" I whispered. He walked up to me with every step he took I backed away. By the time he had reached me I was against the wall.
He picked me up walked back to the chair. Placing On his lap he whispered into my ear "are you afraid" the horrible smell of wet cigarettes came from his mouth "yes" I winced. "Good," he said in a haunting voice.
He began by kissing my neck and slowly undressing me. When I was fully exposed he threw me on the table and holding me down as he stuck his dirty fingers inside of me. "Does it feel good?" he asked. I cried out a loud no. I could feel something coming. "I'm gonna pee" I warned him but it was too late my warm urine sprayed all over his desk. He laughed. I screamed for help only for him to stuff a sock down my throat. My muffled screams only made him more aroused.
He started to unzip his pants making sure to keep a tight grip on me as he did so. Without another second he took his hard member and stuck it in me with force. I arched my back in pain. I could feel the virgin blood spewing out of my raw opening. The pure agonizing pain was all I felt as he pumped into me making me stare into his eyes as he did so. My vagina burned. I cried harder until my voice was no longer noticeable. After what seemed like hours he finally came inside of me. I could feel his juices spill out of me. Once he was finished without a glance he buckled up his pants he slowly leaned over my limp body and whispered in my ear "I love you" and kissed my cheek. he walked out of the room while I lied there numb.
(if you skipped ahead it ends here)
Two years... I endured this for TWO YEARS! It started as a weekly thing then it turned daily to what later felt like hourly. Jude and Layla had taken me out of school and put me through online programs. That was my only contact with the outside world I was kept indoors at almost all times. The only close relative I had was my grandmother but soon after she had caught the flu she died due to natural causes. After her death, no other family members bothered to make contact with us. So I was on my own.
Layla, however, was living her life as though nothing was wrong. It was almost normal for her to hear my screams. To the world, she was an outstanding mom but behind closed doors, she was a heartbroken bitch. I was constantly suffering from her mental abuse even as to say sometimes physical. She felt as though I was taking away her husband. But IM HER DAUGHTER. I wanted nothing to do with Jude though he may be my father by blood he was nothing to me.
It was the same routine every day it would start normally like any other family but as soon as Jude came home from work I had to get ready to 'play'. The same routine was played out, with the same dresses and the same gloss and perfume. When he was done I would just lay there waiting to see if he was coming back for seconds. It was a constant cycle that I thought would never stop. I was so scared and so broken. I would watch other kids through the window and just admire the freedom they had. I just wish that one day I could have that same life... but then reality hit me in the face and brought me back to the same world I was stuck in.
What started as a normal day turned into something sinister. A magical thing happened that day. Something so magical I thought it could be a dream. As usual, I was 'playing' with Jude and he got a phone call halfway through. I lied there on his desk numb listening to him scream into the phone. "Fuck this is what I get for leaving you in charge" he buckled up his pants in a hurry and rushed out the door in a panic without even acknowledging my existence. I felt so tired I almost dosed off but in the blur of my vision, I saw something on the bookshelf that caught my attention. I got up weak and tired. Look at it like it was a gift sent from heaven. A gun.
I stared at the sleek matte apprentice of it. The heaviness wasn't surprising considering how weak I was, but I was still enchanted by it. I was almost scared at the power this had; all it took was one movement that could cause so much damage. I was almost excited to see what it could do. But I knew that this was something that I had to hide until it was time. Yet I wasn't sure when that time would be.
Without a second thought quickly took it and hid it in the kitchen trash. Throughout the rest of the day, I was so anxious that someone would find it. The fear of being punished for having the gun was so extreme I almost put it back to its original spot. I waited until Jude got home. He walked into the house. As I sat in my room, I could hear his footsteps coming towards my bedroom. For a moment I thought that he knew what I was hiding. But to my surprise he opened the door with a drunk appearance, he smelled of alcohol and another mysterious sent that was foreign to me. He looked at me with anger. "You're not Layla," He said in a slur. I let out a breath as he walked out lipping slightly.
Within a few hours, I could hear small snoring and heavy breathing coming from their room. I walked passed the door slowly and quietly and peered in; only to see them in a deep sleep. With quick steps, I snuck back into the kitchen and slowly pulled out the gun. I made my way back up the staircase. I made sure to conceal any creaks with my small feet. The closer I got to the door the more my anxiety picked up. I saw the door slightly open. I was conflicted with myself; the thoughts of my options to get out of this hell hole were slim. My hands were so sweaty and shaky that I was afraid of dropping the gun. With weak legs, I trembled my way to their door. I stopped only a few steps away. The thought of the future consequences was sinking into my mind. What happens if I don't succeed? Where will I go from here? Am I capable of murder? Or is this all a mistake? "I can do this" I whispered to myself. I wasn't sure if it was a statement or a question.
I kept my breath low and silent. I opened the door so slowly I felt like it took minutes just to push it halfway. When I was able to slip in I took a heavy footstep and caused a small creak on the floor. The slight noise sent goosebumps up my body causing me to seize up in fear. When they made no movement I relaxed slightly.
I stopped for a moment to look at them. They seemed so peaceful. Almost as if they hadn't put me through hell for the past 2 years. The abuse and pain ran through my head. All the memories of crying myself to sleep from the fear of life were lingering in my mind like a broken record. Anger built up inside me so without hesitation I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger. I aimed at nothing. Hoping it would hit someone or anything at all. I heard a scream that held the tone of fear laced throughout it. I opened my eyes to see my damage and I saw a clean shot in Layla's head. The look of blood that soaked the pillows and sheets surrounding the bed was nauseating. Layla's head was spewing blood by the second. I knew she was dead by the lifeless position in her body. The loud thud of Jude falling on the floor sent fear in my body. He looked at me with anger but fear at the same time.
The look of horror was plastered across his features. He was covered in Layla's blood. He turned his attention back to me and attempted to get up. I pulled the trigger once more and shot him in the leg. He let out a cry of pain and agony. It almost sent a smile to my lips. Watching him experience only a small amount of trauma that he caused me was comical. "Lucy what the fuck" he held his leg and tried to stop the blood from flowing onto the floor. "Give me gun Lucy," he said in a demanding tone. I knew I was in control, the feeling of joy and power spread throughout my body. Finally, he had no control and I was the one he had to fear.
"Lucy give me the fucking gun or I'm gonna fucking kill you" he yelled. I could tell that he meant every word. Out of fear, I lowered it slightly, but I saw the look of achievement in his eyes and another wave of anger ran through me. As he attempted to get up I mustered up all the courage I had. "Fuck you" and with those last words, I shot him right in the head.
I started to hyperventilate feeling Jude's blood splatter across my face and body. I got closer to him and shot that useless piece of shit over and over again until the clip was empty. I screamed with every bullet that shot through his body. I knew he was dead but I almost wanted to make sure. All of the anger and sadness built up inside of me was just relieved. When I was done I took a deep breath in.
I stood there and savored the feeling. The adrenaline was amazing. I felt I had a power that I never felt before, it was great. The taste of blood in my mouth was like a sweet metallic candy that I couldn't describe. Even though I was young it was the only thing that I could ever imagine doing drugs was like.
Although the look of bodies surrounding me started to catch up to me. I ran to the bathroom and threw up over and over again. The thought of them laying there almost haunted me and made me vomit more. When I stopped I decided to take action to leave before the cops started to show up. I ran downstairs and threw the gun in the trash, smearing it with leftovers from the night before.
I turned on the shower and washed myself for the first time in days. I sat on the floor looking at the red streams of water go down the drain. I started to scrub my body until it was raw. I was trying to wash off his touch but I still felt dirty. When I got out I looked at myself in the foggy mirror. I no longer saw a little girl.
I saw a murder... and I loved it
I ran to my room and put on the only decent clothes I owned. It consisted of a baggy pair of pants and a loose shirt. I tied up my shoes and ran to Jude's office. I looked everywhere for his wallet, yet when I came across it I was surprised to see how much he carried around with him. It was stacks of hundreds and fifty dollar bills. It made me think about what made him make so much money.
I ran down the stairs and grabbed a sweater and a backpack. That's all I took with me. As I walked out of the house I froze for a moment, I looked at the doorway and thought to myself to never look back. Not now... not ever.
I almost ran down the pavement looking every so often behind me to make sure that I wasn't being followed. it was hard looking through the darkness trying to find a bus stop hoping to use it to get to my final destination. the sound of police sirens blasted behind me. I started to tremble as police cars raced passed me. I tried to conceal my face with my hoodie, and it worked. after a few minutes, I finally found a bus stop. Anxiously, I waited for the next one to show up. a few people started to crowd around me but they didn't seem to notice my existence. although when the bus finally arrived I was relieved. the only problem was that I wasn't sure how to use it properly; I had only seen people using things like this when I was in school. as I got on I copied what the people in front of me did and it worked.
I got on and watched as the streets passed by in a blur. it was so calming that I fell asleep. in my dreams I was happy and free. I was on cloud nine and I was finally at peace. I was woken up by the sound of the bus driver. "this is the last stop little lady" he said in sleep-deprived voice. "thank you" I whispered as I got off. I looked around to see where I was. it was easy to tell that I was in Mongolia. the smell of weed and shit attacked my senses. as well as the look of the people walking around. all I could see were wealthy men talking with each other with seductive women hanging off their arms. as well as homeless hiding in dark corners. yet even with all of this, you could still feel the glitz and glamor the city bathed in.
I walked around looking for a place to sleep. I dodged creepy men and police officers on my search but I found nothing. a million thoughts crossed my mind I didn't know where I was going or what I was doing but I almost had no regrets. all of this felt right. I held almost no remorse for what I did yet in a way I did.
soon I found an ally that I could use to spend my days in. it was cold and dark but it was good enough for me. I used my arms as a blanket. I was so tired and groggy, I felt as if all of my emotions were drained. I didn't cry or mourn the loss of my parents nor did I ever think about what would happen to me. eventually, my mind went blank and I fell asleep. that ally would become my home for the next few days.
~.~.~
For 5 days I was stuck in this ally. I couldn't find a place that I could go to. at least not without the police knowing who I was. I walked to convince store and bought something to eat with whatever money I had left. I looked at the tv behind the counter. News of the missing Heartfillia child had gone nationwide. But soon I just became old news.
I went back to my corner and ate my "meal" (if you could even call it that) I was thinking of my options For my future. I don't know what I was expecting after running away, yet it was almost peaceful to me being on my own and away from my "parents" I loved the feeling of being able to walk around and have no one telling me what to do.
Soon, night came around and I was still stuck. That's when a man came up to me. He was dressed in a very nice business suit and smelled of expensive cologne. I stared at him analyzing him. I saw his poorly concealed gun in his waistband and thought to be careful. "Well-well what to we have here," he said with excitement. "Are you ok little girl?" he said with fake concern. "I'm ok," I said with the most innocent voice I could use. "Do your parents know where you are?" he asked. My expression turned cold as my eyes darkened a bit. "Their dead," I said with no emotion. "I know exactly where to take lost little girls," he said as he started walking down the sidewalk.
I was expecting to have him walk me to the police station or a homeless shelter. With every step I took, I was thinking of an ably to give to the cops. But to my surprise, we had only walked a few blocks. I was greeted by the doors of a lit-up building with a sign that read.
"Pops gentlemen's club"
As we entered I took in my surroundings. I saw beautiful women dancing and spinning around on poles, even some of them were just sitting in booths talking with men. I started getting weird stares; some out of concern and confusion. While others were out of lust for my small body. "Sick pigs" I whispered under my breath.
The man had a brief conversation with the bouncer and I was taken to a room in the back. When he opened the door I was expecting to see a large scary man. Yet to my surprise I saw a small elderly man sitting behind a desk. A tall slim woman was sitting his lap whispering sweet nothings into his ear. As he turned to me he snapped his fingers and the woman got up and made her way out of the room. Before she reached the door she gave a small warm smile.
"I have something for you," the businessman said with confidence. He stood up straight and held a strong look at the elderly man. "She looks a little... young" the old man stated. "I'm sure she can be useful somewhere here," the businessman said with a nervous tone. the elderly man analyzed me and I started to get nervous. I kept my head down, only looking at the floor. "look up at me child" the elderly man asked. Silence took over the room for a moment. "no" I whispered. I stood still and kept my head down. "look at him kid" the businessman shouted and pushed me so hard I fell to the floor. I started to get angry and the same rush of adrenaline ran through me "fuck you!" I shouted. I got up and ran into him grabbing his gun. I quickly turned and aimed at his leg but instead hit him in his arm. "what the fuck you little bitch!" he screamed in pain while tending to his wound.
I heard a small chuckle coming from behind me. I turned and looked at the elderly whom I almost forgot was there. as soon as he saw my face I could tell he recognized me. "how much for her" he said almost immediately. "you still want this fucking bitch" The dirtbag said out of anger. the elderly man gave him a small nod. "Fuck this you can keep her," he said as he stormed out. before closing the door he said "good luck with her" and slammed it hard.
"talk about a dramatic exit" the elderly man chuckled. I turned to him with the gun still in hand. "what do you want" I said with a heavy breath. he only smiled. "I just want to know that you're in a safe place" he didn't seem fazed that I had a gun pointing at him. If anything he found it more amusing.
"Take a seat child" I looked at him, trying to see any bad intentions that he held, yet all I saw was a smile. I took a seat with the gun still in hand "I know who you are. I just want to know what happened" he said slowly. "I'm Lucy heartfilla," I said with a small voice. "Two men broke into my house and killed my parents so I ran away," I said in a convincing tone. I could tell he wasn't falling for my lies. "Why don't you tell me what really happened," he said "how about you tell me who you are first," I said out of suspicion.
I looked around absorbing my area. The office was a simple design. A green wallpaper, with redwood lining the corners. It was dimly lit. With two bookshelves to the right. A few drawers to the left. Clutter filling the empty space. The man's desk stood proudly in the center of the room.
"Makarov Dreyar but you can call me Pops. That's what all my girls call me" he said with a sly smile. "now that we know each other how about you tell me what truly happened with no more lies" I couldn't tell what it was about him but I felt like I could trust him. So I broke down and told him everything. I started with the abuse all the way up to the murder. I yelled and cried through most of the story. But when it finally ended he got up and held me in his arms
"He hurt me and touched me, I had to make him pay" I choked out. He rubbed my arms and calmed me "don't waste any more tears for that man" he whispered. "Are you going to tell the police" I whimpered. He seemed as though he was keeping something from me but I brushed it off "No child even though we might not share the same blood I will have you stay here and I will treat you like my own" he said with a warm tone. "Plus look at me don't I look like fatherly material" he made a funny face and gestured to himself. I giggled and smiled "yeah you do," I said with a sniffle. that would be my last genuine smile for a long time. "I just want you to remember something that I wish someone had told me when I was young," he said with a very fatherly tone "repeat after me... be smart and wise but NEVER think you are not loved" I repeated those words in perfect order. And I will never forget them.
12 years later
"Run" I yelled behind. "I can't anymore" she cried. "Please you have to," I said tears threatening to stain my face. I watched as she was captured. "LUCY" I yelled at my younger self "don't go" "don't go back". It was too late she was gone. Melody... melody... melody.
"MELODY WAKE THE FUCK UP" I opened my eyes to see sherry with an annoyed expression. "Finally," she said in frustration. "What's the matter" I mumbled. "It's 1 am," she said as if she was my mother. "SHIT" I shouted. I got up quickly and ran to my closet. "Why didn't you wake me up sooner" I moan in frustration. "You sleep like a bear" she chuckled. I rushed trying to find an outfit. "By the way, you're on at 2:15 and I left you a little surprise next to your bed," She said as she walked out my door "Thank you" I shouted with gratitude. I continued trying to find my stage outfit or the night.
When I found it I put it on fast. It was a leather bikini bottom with a matching leather top that wrapped around my upper body. I paired it with my black and red platform heels. I quickly turned to my makeup bag and did my makeup as best as I could in the short time I had. I brushed my long, brown dyed hair and let it fall around me, it was almost past my waist. I could see my blond roots starting to show. "Ugh I need to dye my hair again," I said with a groan. I looked at the time and it was 1:45 am. Before I walked out my door I looked at the small snow-filled bag that was placed next to the picture of me and pops when I first came to the club. A rush of memories came to me.
After I showed up to club I was immediately accepted by all of the entertainers. They all saw me as who I truly was and didn't try to change me. Pops had told them that I was his niece and I was permanently under his care. But that only made them love me more. They all treated me like family. Although I had to dye my hair brown and change my name. He said I could pick any name I wanted. So chose my grandmother's name "melody"
Even though they were considered whores and sluts they showed me more love than any other person that I shared the same blood with. They allowed me to be a child. But at the same time, they showed me how to survive the world as though I was an adult.
I was so excited when pops allowed me to enroll in a real school. It was exciting being able to interact with kids my age and make friends. At first, it was hard; I wasn't used to being around so many people. But I quickly adjusted. The hardest part was getting used to the whole "melody" thing but it was great being able to be myself.
No one knew about my past. All they were told was that my parents disappeared when I was 10 and I had to come and live with my uncle. That was my life from then on. And it was great. But there was still one problem.
even as a child I still had a taste for blood and the feeling of power that I got from killing; As I got older the feeling became stronger. So I trained myself to fight and shoot guns until I was completely made into a lethal weapon. But none of the girls saw a problem with that. They all were supportive of my "new hobby" they all just assumed I was really into fitness. They had no idea that I was a sadistic killer.
It wasn't until I turned 17 that I was allowed to use my body to seduce men into my trap. Some I had sex with but for the most part, I would just get straight to the fun part. I didn't just do it to strangers though I always had a reason. It was only when if they ever screwed over Pops or any of the other girls. To me, they were a problem. So if that problem got in the way then I would make that "problem" disappear. Pops knew about this but he wasn't as supportive at first but then he saw how useful I had become, so he just let me do as I pleased. I was NEVER forced to do this; in fact, I was told more than once to stop. But I couldn't. It was like a drug that I needed. As fucked up as it is to say I enjoyed killing.
The only rule was to not make a mess... but I never saw any fun in that. It wasn't until I was introduced to something heavier that it started to become a problem. I still remember the day I had my first hit. I was still in high school. I was 17 years old; only a few months before my 18th birthday. I was chatting with one of the clients helping out one of the entertainers when he pulled out a bag of coke. It fascinated me. I had only ever had small experiences with weed before that. It was all so new to me. I was hesitant to try it but I knew that most of the girls here were on it so I almost saw no problem with it.
That first hit was amazing. I felt like I was on cloud nine. It was great it gave me the same feeling as killing. But when you mix both it's like the best rush you have ever felt. Pops doesn't know about it though I know he would attempt to take me off of it right away so I've kept it hidden from him for years now.
Although life was great When I finally became old enough pops started to let me work that the club as one of the entertainers. Being one helped me so much it was almost my therapy from my ugly past. The looks I get when I spin around while being thrown money. It was great. And that how it started.
I shook my head trying to come back to reality from my small memories. I looked back at the small bag and took a scoop of the toxic powder with my pinky nail and inhaled the sweet sensation. I could already feel the rush coming to my head. I quickly dashed out of my apartment which was conveniently directly across the street from the club.
I ran to the back and check myself for any imperfections in the mirror. I turned around to see sherry again. "Thank you so much for my little present," I said as I hugged her. "No problem girly" she smiled. My anxiety was a little high tonight; I was trying out a new routine for my big show that we all have once a week. I had only practiced It a few times in my apartment. All that I could hope was that it goes well.
I could hear the music play and I knew it was time for me to walk out. I picked a new song for tonight. "Bad Intentions" by Nyikee Heaton
General P.O.V. (A/N the words in bold are the lyrics to the song)
This is the face I wear treading the riptide. Abysmal oceans where good girls go to die. I wanna love somebody. Wanna feel in love all on me.
Lucy walked out on stage feeling all eyes on her. She made her way to the pole and did a quick spin. Pulling herself closer as if the pole was giving her pleasure.
But after everything, I still believe in true love
She did one more spin and looked at the crowd to see a person she could use for the new routine. Her eyes immediately landed on ahead of pink hair.
Not being able to find it. Damn it tears me up.
Natsu stared at her intensely watching how she moved her body almost analyzing it.
And I know it's my fault. I know it's my fault.
She locked eyes with him
Let's take a trip, ten thousand miles above the clouds. We can stay up here until we figure it out.
Lucky motioned Natsu to come up the stage. And placed him in a chair that was placed in the center
I don't wanna go home. Don't wanna be alone (be alone).
The crowd cheered with excitement. While some groaned about not being picked.
I've got some damn bad intentions.
She walked around him like an animal looking at her prey.
I've got some damn bad intentions. I got some secrets I forgot to mention.
Seduction was wrapped in her every move as she sat on Natsu lap facing the crowd.
Haven't learned my lesson.
Lucy took his hands trailed them up her body Stopping them at her exposed breast as she leaned forward and whispered "having a good time"
I've got some damn bad intentions.
Natsu responded with "depends on how this ends"
I see the world in 25 dimensions. I've seen evil reign over perfection. Blood heat over tension. And I know oh-oh-oh.
Lucy got up and faced Natsu grinding her body against him while feeling his manhood grow she smiled at the crowd watching money being thrown in her direction. Yet she felt heat growing in her tender area
You say you love the way the storms blow. But when it comes you close your window. You hate the fighting in the world.
Lucy bent back onto the floor and did a full-body flip to stand up. Leaving Natsu to stare at her. She almost felt afraid of the sexual tension growing between them
So you bring the battle home and fight until it's yours.
Natsu looked at her with a growing interest almost waiting to see what she does next
Fight until I'm gone. And there are holes on the walls. Written in the sand. Deception on my lips and there's blood on your hands.
She turned at looked at the crowd licking her lips. She got down on all fours and shook her ass being careful not to slip on the money that layered the floor. Yet she could still feel Natsu's eyes burning into her
And I'm tired of keepin' lies (tired of keepin' lies) You can see it in my eyes. I don't wanna die.
Lucy loved that all eyes are on her while she did the most productive things. Only to turn around and lock eyes with Natsu one more time
I've just got some damn bad intentions.I've got some damn bad intentions.I got some secrets I forgot to mention.Haven't learned my lesson oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Natsu watched her sit on his lap once more as he held her slightly. He pushed her forward and rubbed himself against her core.
I've got some damn bad intentions.I've got some damn bad intentions.
Lucy held back a small moan but played it off as a laugh. She licked his neck and pressed him against her breast. Almost drowning him with their perkiness.
I got some secrets I forgot to mention. Haven't learned my lesson oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
When she came back on her feet she gave out a seductive smile to the crowd.
I know we've made a graveyard of this all. I know I don't feel too sober now (no, no). I wanna lie awake with your black soul
Natsu watched her as she stood up and walked back and gave the crowd a smirk and blew them a kiss
Count your fears if you let me
Lucy turned around and slowly and carefully walked back to Natsu feeling his eyes roam her body.
Baby, I just want your damn bad intentions.I've got some damn bad intentions. I got some secrets I forgot to mention. Haven't learned my lesson oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
She went to him and grabbed his chin. Leading him to stand up. She brought him close to her face. And just before their lips touched. She pulls away and whispered in his ear "careful big boy"
I've got some damn bad intentions. I've got some damn bad intentions. I got some secrets I forgot to mention. Haven't learned my lesson oh-oh-oh-oh
She walked away off stage Still feeling his eyes on her.
Natsu's P.O.V.
I pulled out my phone and spoke the only words that could come to me.
"I want her"
Hi my lovely fanfic readers I really appreciate the support for those that read the first pre warning I hope you like the new chapter and I hope you will enjoy the new character development I just want this new revised version to be as well as liked as the old version thank you for those that have supported me I hope you all enjoy the story