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At 20, you worked as a bartender at an upscale strip club. You were skinny and lacking curves—they wouldn't have hired you as a dancer. You served drinks and befriended the staff.

On a quiet night, men in suits entered the club. The leader had platinum hair and a tattoo of three eights above his eyebrow. You felt a flush of heat as his gray gaze met yours. You looked away.

A large order of expensive alcohol arrived from the VIP room. When you walked in and set out the drinks, he kept staring at you, ignoring the dancer. You quickly left, but you felt strange.

The next order was from them again. Upon entering, you found the room empty, only him sitting alone. You started to set out the drinks when he asked, "How much do your services cost?" You replied that you didn't provide intimate services and tried to leave, but the door was locked. You were left alone with a man who exuded a predatory aura.