The Power Of Makeup

Rosette Young POV'

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As the night wore on, my humiliation and anger grew. I was forced to kneel on the floor, serving the men drinks and snacks like a servant. Taylor and Victor took great pleasure in making my job as difficult as possible, ordering me to fetch drinks from the other side of the room and criticizing me for not moving quickly enough.

Caleb sat back in his chair, watching me with a cold, calculating gaze. He seemed to be enjoying my discomfort, and I felt a surge of anger towards him.

As the night wore on, Victor's cruelty grew. He ordered me to perform tasks that were humiliating and degrading, forcing me to crawl on the floor and fetch items from under the table. My anger and resentment grew with each passing minute, and I knew I had to find a way to escape.

But for now, I was trapped. I had to endure the men's taunts and jibes, and perform tasks that made me feel like a servant. I knew that if I messed up, the consequences would be severe.

As the night drew to a close, I felt exhausted and humiliated. I had never felt so degraded in my life. I knew I had to get out of there, but I didn't know how.

Taylor stood up, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I think it's time for Rosette's punishment," he said. "She's been a bit clumsy tonight, and she needs to learn a lesson."

My heart sank as I realized what was coming. I tried to protest, but Victor just laughed.

"We'll let her strip dance for us," he said. "If she does a good job, we'll let her off with a warning. But if she messes up... well, let's just say she won't be leaving here anytime soon. My shirt a whole whooping five hundred thousand, and I intend on getting interest."

My felt a surge of fear as I realized what I had to do. I had to strip dance in front of these men, or I had to pay a large sum of money which I barely have?

I looked pleadingly at Caleb not knowing why? Why would Caleb help me? Why would he go against his brother for me? Was I going to strip dance for this perverted men just for a job?

My heart ached badly, my dignity already tarnished.