/DEGRADATION/

"Tessoro"

His prominent accent greets me.

It must be some kind of mistake, " I'm sorry there has to be a mistake..."

Turning on my heels, the guard must've confused the suites.

A hard hand grabs me, halting my steps.

"Where do you think you are going?" Pulling me flat against his hard chest. Oh god please help me..

"Let go of me.." pulling myself free, or atleast trying.

"Help, help me" maybe the guard is just close by. Crying for help, where is the freaking guard?

Where is anyone?

"I paid a high price for you tonight" his alcohol reeking breath tortures my nostrils and ears.

Then it hits me, it was all planned out.

The appointment, tonight, the dress.

He sold me out.

It was planned out, all along.

He's too strong for me, the realization of what he just said knocks me out of my fight.

He knew.

He knew this would happen and he let me walk straight into it.

Why?

He knew this would happen. He allowed this to happen.