The Damsel in Distress [ Dimitri & Jellyfish ]

[dimitri-klyff]

At age 23 and being an executive vice president of a multi-national big-ass company, life's not exactly a fun thing for Michael. For the most part, his life revolved around paperwork, beer, coffee, and energy drinks. He did some social stuff too, but it was too rare of an occasion and more of a leisure for him. He was the object of so many eyes in the company, being a proud man standing up to 6'2" in height and consistently keeps an air of confidence around him. He was a typical adonis; toned muscles, blonde hair, deep blue eyes. Whether they envied or loved him for his money or looks, no one would ever know. Quite frankly, Michael didn't care. He mostly kept things to himself and had this invisible barrier around him. Not a lot of people personally see him in the company and during the rare times they do, he was completely unapproachable. Even his personal assistant was rarely called for in the office. Handling such a big company was such a big burden to bear and having a father as the CEO did not help at all. He had no freedom.

Little did everyone know, he hated it. He hated holding such a big position, he hated the life of seclusion. He never got to enjoy his teen years due to the heavy expectations and more often than not, he dreamed of being that badass guy who has a YOLO motto. But he knew that was impossible.

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It was a warm night. Spring had just filled the air and everyone started getting rid of their coats and boots. With the perfect weather, Michael thought it would be such a waste to not enjoy the night. He packed up his things from the office and sent a text message to his personal assistant to bring his car back to his house. He'd be strolling and walking for the night. He knew his father wouldn't like it, and he knew he'd get some violent protests from his assistant but who cares. He wanted to enjoy the night. Michael had just finished a stressful paperwork and agreement between his company and another one from London so he knew he deserved a little break. It was a lovely evening, after all. It was late in the night and he knew there would only be a few people around the streets.

As he walked aimlessly around the city park, he saw a group of men crowding in one area. He didn't know what the commotion was about but it surely piqued his curiosity. Slowly, he approached the group to see what was going on.

 

[JellyFish]

Surrounded and left open for attack. That's what she thought as she searched the crowd of males who howled and harrased her, poking and prodding at her body. She felt like an animal on display but maybe that's because she was. This was her job, her living. Too dace and flirt with gulibe men who seemed to crave the warmth of a lover's body. But that wasn't love, it was abuse.

Her brown eye's skimmed to the ground, due to a hand that lingered on her lower back for to long. Nadira, the prized show case. She tugged at her small skirt, trying to bring it lower as to try and hide more of herself. Not possible. She hissed in discomfort, hating her role in society. She did this for her family. The only family she had. The only one left. Her little brother.

Lucas and Nadira's father and mother had died, together. Whether it be right or wrong that they committed suicide when too many bills came rolling in. They had cracked under the pressure thus resulting in two homeless children and a daughter who had to make a choice. Have her brother and herself split apart or take care of him on her own.

And she took care of him.

He never knew about her late night departures or what she did for a living. She would lie and fell him she had a respectable job as a waitress in a restaurant and he would accept it. She blinked, being yanked away from her thoughts as a bulky arm grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to an older man's chest. She glared at the male, his greasy black hair and dull colored eyes making her want to run. "Get off me. . .", she muttered bitterly.

 

[dimitri-klyff]

Out of sheer curiosity, Michael approached the crowd which got bigger and bigger at each step he took. They seemed to be watching some sort of spectacle and as he came closer, one man saw him and ushered him to come nearer. "Come on, man. You gotta see this. Some bitch in the park, yo."

Having a "bitch in the park" isn't exactly what caught his attention. It was more of the idea of why is there a "bitch in the park". When the crowd finally cleared a bit, he saw a female at the verge of being raped while everyone watched. Some of the men were already beginning to stroke themselves, making Michael curse mentally. Some had no dignity or shame in themselves.

Without a thought or even a decent plan, Michael broke through the crowd and punched the man straight on the face just as he flashed out his throbbing cock. It took such a blow that he didn't get up at once which Michael took as an opportunity to grab the girl's and run towards a much secluded part of the park to get away from the prying eyes of the crowd. He was panting heavily as he released the girl's wrist. Once he was able to even out his breath, he looked at her. For a while, he didn't know what to say.