My only impetus to dance was to avoid his ‘other’ options.

The way his licentious eyes were observing me, I never felt that horrible before dancing before anyone ever.

Not that I hadn’t done private shows, I have but I never felt this embarrassed and harsh before. My breaths became rough, my steps were refusing to obey me.

I began to spin and with each spin, my body stopped to fucition, tears brimmed in my eyes. I felt awkward, frightened, every negative emotion.

And he indulged in it until I was led to my edge and broke.

“Sir, I-I…”

My head began to throb when I was spinning, impotent to...