Chapter four

She walked inside not hesitating for a moment, she didn't care about what might have happened. She decided to embrace life's taunts, get it over with, move on, or live on with her misery. She went straight to the bar and bought drinks with all the money she had left. The bartender just looked at her as she moved on from one bottle to another without slowing down.

"Hey, slow down." The bartender was worried she might choke on her drink.

She ignored him and carried on, finding solace in alcohol, drinking away her sorrow. She was intoxicated with alcohol that she didn't notice she drank all four bottles. She lifted the last bottle and placed it upside down, and nothing came out. She groaned and faced the bartender.

"More... drinks... I need more drinks."

"I'm sorry, you're too drunk to have more." Not that he wasn't allowed to sell more, he was just concerned for the pretty lady.

"GIVE ME! I said GIVE ME!" she was running mad.

"GIVE! Give... give me..." She rested her head, the shout from before took a lot of her energy. Others turned to look at the drunk Ivy playing with the bartender's tie, twisting and squeezing it as if she found a new toy.

"Hey, do your job and leave the pretty ladies to customers, got that." A man with a big belly snatched Ivy away, giving the bartender a dead stare.

He dragged Ivy all the way to the dance floor. "Dance baby, have some fun."

The drunk Ivy did a silly dance, lifting her legs and showing off her beautiful thigh. The man licked his lips, wondering how tasty she would be. He held her waist while striking her butt as he watched them bounce and it rhymed with his protruding hard members.

He kissed her neck while stroking her thigh. Ivy tried pushing him away but she was too weak to make him flinch.

"LEAVE ME!" Her scream caught the attention of another man who was close by. He pushed the man away and brought Ivy closer to himself.

"Leave her or I'll crush you." He threatened.

The big belly man turned around and went his way; the other guy's body frame really matched his word. Indeed, he could crush him. He was far bigger and more muscular than him with well-refined muscles.

"Hey beautiful, are you alright?" Ivy nodded too drunk to speak.

"Come here, you are going to pay me for what I did, um. Come here, let me see how well those breasts bounce." He squeezed her breast and she moaned, trying to loosen his grip on her peaches.

"Ah."

"Shh... enjoy the pleasure, huh."

"Take your hands off me." She bit his hands, and he gripped her neck, holding her in place.

He dragged her upstairs; she was in big trouble tonight, those were areas to satisfy their needs. He happened to be one of the VIPs. Ivy struggled all the way to the room. With no progress of getting him to let go, he threw her on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt, ready for the onslaught.

Ivy was too exhausted to get up, she relaxed on the bed as she watched him take off his pants. He pressed his body on hers and started taking off her clothes, and she was too weak to do anything. He was about to press his lips on her lips when someone gripped his neck so tight that he gasped for air. Ivy saw everything before she blacked out.

******

She yawned and grabbed the glass of water beside the bedside table. She was very thirsty as she gulped everything in one go.

"Haaaaah." She touched her head and massaged it; they were hurting like hell. She fully opened her eyes, then she realized her surroundings, then she gasped.

"Holy sh*t, where am I?" She looked around but didn't recognize the room. She was in someone else's bedroom, the room exquisite and well-furnished, which begs the question, how did she get in here? She looked for her purse but didn't find it, slowly memories came flooding in. The pain she endured and how she got drunk using up all her money, then how a man snatched her away from the bartender, took her to the dance floor taking advantage of her, then how another man came to rescue her with ill intentions, not really saving her but also snatching her to have his way with her.

She almost got raped, she covered her face berating her carelessness. She scratched her head as another memory came in. He was already in the process before something else happened. She got up from the bed as she tried to remember the details. Someone stopped him before he could continue, but who? Why? Did he also take advantage of her? Those were the thoughts lingering in her mind.

Walking around, she admired the room. The color, style, everything was truly amazing; she felt like she had walked right into a fantasy. She saw a door leading outside the room; she really wanted to find out how the other interior and exterior was like. She descended down the staircase while scanning the place to find out who lives in the villa but couldn't find a single soul.

Her mouth formed a 'woah' when she saw the living room.

"Where am I?" She was really amazed. She got to the dining room, and what she saw made her realize she was starving. Her stomach growled loudly as she saw different dishes arranged on the dining table.

She took a seat and ate to her heart's content, she didn't care if she was in a stranger's home eating without permission; she just wanted to satisfy her hunger.

After consuming the meal, she remained seated to relax and think of her next course of action. While she was still lost in her thoughts, unknowingly to her, someone appeared behind, scrutinizing her closely.

"Excuse me."

Ivy jumped out of her seat in shock, clutching her chest; her heart pounded in her chest.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." The middle-aged woman apologized.

"Who are you?" Ivy asked.

"Well, that's the same question I was about to ask you." She replied, still observing her. "You look familiar."

"She is a guest, and she will be leaving soon." Someone's voice interrupted them.

Ivy saw who it was, and his face wasn't ringing any bells.

"Are you the one who brought me here?"

"No, the boss did." The man replied, he wore a formal attire, and he was 5'7 feet tall with wide eyes.

"Who's 'the boss'? And he wants me to leave now?" Ivy had no home, where was she going to stay?

"It's his orders; when you've had enough rest, you should leave," he replied, preparing to walk away.

"Wait, can I speak to him?" Ivy asked, and the man replied with a 'no'.

"Please," she insisted.

The man sighed, "he will be back in the evening, if he is free."

"Okay, I'll wait." She wasn't going to leave a comfort zone to go where? The street? So the betrayers could rejoice in her misery.

"Now I know you, you were once famous," the maid finally remembered how she knew her.