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There would come a time in a life, where the weight of the world became too much. Be it the pressure of responsibility weighing on shoulders not prepared to bear so much or slowly burning up in a world of abuse and torment. When that breaking point came, there were only three options. Shaking loose the bonds and flee the pain or responsibility, hold the course and hope for the strength to continue, or collapse beneath the weight. Kiara had tried for the second option for as long as she could, trying to hold out. Hoping the promises made to her would actually come to fruition. That she could dance. That she wouldn't be used and thrown away by anyone within the inner circle. That they wouldn't rape her when she was unwilling or beat her after. She'd only been with the gang since turning eighteen, twenty three now, the five years in their service had been hell like.
It hadn't started that way. When she had been spotted by Nathen, the leader of Hellions, she'd been flattered by his attention. Nathen was handsome, a man of power and he'd spoiled her as they had begun to see each other. Though, Kiara had just been the flavor of the year. It had been a year in which she'd fallen in deep with the gang and in love with Nathen. At least.. it had felt like love. Rose colored glasses had hidden the strings attached to the gifts and the web he'd woven around her until she was trapped. The abuse had started shortly after Nathen had grown bored of her and the liberal passing of her along the gang's top lieutenants. All the while, there were promises of allowing her back to her old life.. But it was always next week, next month. Months became years and somehow Kiara lost track of time, the years fusing together into a blur.
This isn't what she had wanted. This life. Once upon a time, Kiara had dreamed of dancing. Of being a prima ballerina. She had been on track for her dreams when she'd been blindsided by Nathen. In those five years, her dreams had slipped through her fingers like water. No matter how she tried, she couldn't hold onto those dreams.
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It hurt to breathe, each intake of break sent searing pain through her chest. Hale hadn't been gentle and when she had fought back he had decided to put her in her place. She couldn't do this anymore. Kiara had left with nothing but the clothing on her back. None of the jewelry, money or clothing that had been given to her over the years. Leaving was terrifying and she knew that Nathen wouldn't just let her go. She needed someone to take her in, who could protect her and the only name that came to mind was Vincent. He'd been the second in command of the Hellions before he'd left. Kiara couldn't say she knew him well, but he had always been kind to her, but he had never once stepped in to protect her either. His words had been kind and he would go out of his way to see her home safely... Would he take her in? Honestly Kiara wasn't sure.
The sun was setting as she slipped out of the cab, wind ruffling her strawberry golden blonde hair, the ends dyed pink, the transition almost seamless. A small hand caught the errant locks and one ear flickered as she stared up at the glowing sign of the club. Fortune. Kiara's teal eyes moved to the darkened windows. A strip club? It wasn't shocking she guessed. Perhaps Vincent was much better than Nathen. But anything would be better than the hell she had been in, wouldn't it? Her hand fell, wrapping around her middle as the cab drove off. Wind still swirled around her, playing with her hair, the soft wealth of her tail and her white sundress. The white fabric clung to her body, showing off her petite form. Some of the men under Nathen had made comments about her breasts, her legs and it had been frequent enough that Kiara wondered if she was pretty at times. As a Kitsune, she didn't match a lot of her kind. She wasn't tall, lanky. She didn't have huge breasts... No, Kiara was 4'11. Her body curved in the right places, but not enough to make her into a sex symbol. Before Nathen and his gang, Kiara had thought she was beautiful. Not the conceited kind, she had just been happy in her own skin. That was no longer true.
Sighing, she winced and bit her lower lip hard to keep from crying out. "I can do this..." The sweet tone of her voice soft, as she talked to herself. If Vincent wouldn't help her, she would need to try and leave the city. Once Nathen found she was missing, he'd be furious. She wasn't his current favorite, but he saw her as his. He didn't like when his playthings, discarded or not decided to run away. The sign wavered in her eyes and Kiara brushed her hands over her eyes, dashing the tears away. White lace heels propelled her forward, each step causing her pain. Pulling the door open she was greeted with a dim interior, though it wasn't as dark as she might have pictured a strip club being. Music played from somewhere near the stage, but much like the lighting, it didn't match what she pictured. Though the sun was just setting, there were a handful of customers and dancers. Some waitresses wove their way between the clients. I can do this. The words echoed once more as she headed to the bar.
The man behind the bar looked to her with a smile, friendly as he polished a glass. "Hey, what can get you?" He set the freshly cleaned glass down and waited. "I don't want a drink.. I was looking for Vincent?" Nodding he didn't ask her any more questions, figuring that Kiara was here for a job. It was why most girls came in. "Take a seat, what is your name love?" "Kiara" Picking the glass up he filled it with coke and added some cherries before setting it before her with a wink as she slipped onto the stool. "On the house Kiara. Sit tight and I will go get the boss man." She watched as the bartender slipped from behind the bar and to a door off to the side, vanishing behind it. In the dim lights, the markings on her cheeks seemed to shimmer, the iridescent marks catching the low light. Reached for the glass, Kiara hissed in pain, fangs flashing as she held her breath. Breathing would only make it hurt more. Her tail swished in agitation, her ears flattening as she rode the wave of pain.
