Chapter 1
Everyone knows me as a human doll—sweet and humble in front of people and camera but, I'm far from those barbie doll's fantasy.
Arrogant.
That would be the exact word to describe me.
I don't live for people, I live because of them, they're money makers.
I'm just doing my job as a celebrity and pretend that I love each one of them makes me rich.
I'm addicted to gambling, that's where all my money goes.
It's the only thing that entertainments me and my only reason to work harder.
Big thanks to SceneWire and StagePulse, they're payable and never releases the reality about me.
Men?
No, I'm not bisexual but, don't like men, I actually hate them.
They're pathetic human being, jerks and flesh eaters.
You know flesh eaters means?
They're like zombies who's thirsty for sex, nothing more.
In this industry I'm in, those men are the ruler, the boss, they easily get what they want with dominance while girls gets all the hate and suffers from the toxic society.
It's sucks!
I'm at the building where the illegal gambling happens, this place is hidden and only people with black cards can entered.
Luckily, I can now afford this black credit card thanks to my fans.
I'm wearing a black mask that covers my mouth as disguise, it's much better to cover my face than getting too much attention from the gamblers.
They bet everything, money, cars, houses and jewelries but, I'm born for this game, I always win.
One last round and I'm outta here but, before we could even start someone joined.
A man in all black outfit.
He sat on the other side of the table facing my direction, our gaze collides and he smirked.
I rolled my eyes not wanting any attention from a man, specially not from a man like him.
He doesn't look like a normal gambler, most likely a mobster.
His both hands were filled with tattoos, his eyes were like balls of fire it burns, no one would even dare to stared at it.
His devilish smirk can sends anyone to hell and his confidence was too high than any other men in the building.
"place your bets."
I quickly placed mine which a million dollars and others place their bets but, the man in front didn't placed anything.
"Sir, place your bet." The dealer said.
But, the man didn't bothered, he's just staring at me, without even moving or say something.
Everyone on the table noticed him and started to looked at me too.
I felt confused and awkward at the same time, why they have to stared at me.
It's irritating.
"Mister, place your bet so we can start." I muttered, cutting of their attention.
"bet yourself instead and I'll place mine." his deep raspy voice sends terror in my ears.
What's wrong with him?
Did he know me?
Other gamblers loudly gasped that caught the attention of people from other tables.
I suddenly felt embarrassed for delaying the game because of this jerk but, I still managed to acted cool and chuckled, "I already place mi–" before I could even finished my sentence someone interrupted me.
"Ya! just bet yourself, you always win anyway." the lady from our table shouted.
"The man just want a fuck, give it to him!" another man yelled.
"Just do it so we can start."
This is what I don't like in illegal gambling, they allow humans as a bet and no one will allow you to get out once someone ask you to bet yourself.
I massage my temple in stress for risking myself in this stupid game luckily, I never lose.
"Fuck! alright!" I shouted as I glared to the man in front of me.
"now, place your bet!"
He smirked as he placed his black pouch bag on the table and quickly opened it.
My eyes widened in suprised, it's full of white diamonds, I couldn't control myself and mouthed wow after seeing a bag of sparkling diamonds.
I looked at the man as he crossed his arms to his chest, "make sure to win." he muttered.
I mischievously smiled at him as the dealer started the game.
In just a few minutes our game ended and thankfully I won, I never thought betting myself could be more exciting but, dangerous at the same time.
As I gathered all their bets on my huge bag, I noticed the man in front of me was already gone.
He must be pissed for being a loser.
I quickly went to the parking lot and entered to my car, I removed my mask as I place my bag on the passenger side when someone sprayed a something in my face from behind.
I startled but, before I could even do anything everything went black.
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I shut my eyes opened and quickly sat up as I gasped for air like I didn't breathe for so long.
In few minutes my breathing went back to normal, "stupid dream." I mumbled as I felt exhausted and lied down back to the bed.
I'm in bed?
I can't remember I went to my bed.
I looked around, it took a minute before I could realized it's not my room and definitely not my bed.
I quickly stood up and suddenly stumbled on the floor before I could even reached the door.
My foot was chained.
I've been kidnapped?
I panicked and calls out for help, "Help!
Help me!
Somebody help me!" I screamed louder, hoping someone can hear me from the outside.
I felt my throat dries after screaming for several times, I suddenly felt afraid for my life.
I looked around for something that can help to removed the chain from my foot but, there's none.
That's when I noticed, I'm wearing a red nightie dress that exposed my cleavage and I'm no longer wearing bra.
I'm not wearing any pants, my underwear was changed into red lace T-back.
I looked like a porn star as my mind filled with anticipation.
where the fuck I am?