The environment was calm and serene it didn't seem like a party was being held here however one thing that assured me we were at the right place was the multitude of cars lined up in front and none of them gave cheap. I even spotted a white sports car parked in a corner and Ruth gave me a grin as if to say she was right. Nervousness consumed me but I alighted from the car regardless walking towards the entrance with the invites tightly clutched in my hands. Two hefty men were situated by the door, wearing dark shades and not a hint of smile on their face. This further increased my anxiety but Ruth's presence behind me made it slightly better. Coming to a stop several steps ahead I presented the invitation, the man snatched it from my hands running his eyes through for a moment before returning it to me, stepping aside. I almost breathed a sigh of relief but held myself together. Ruth linked her arm in mine and together we walked through the dark corridors. "It doesn't seem like a
In a little while my appearance had changed from the wealthy heiress image I portrayed earlier to a modest house wipe. Waiting in the bathroom was a set of facial wipes, I couldn't help but wonder if they had predicted I would be showing up like this which is why they had prepared it. The pack was new and untouched which fueled my suspicions, I made a mental note to take this up with Lydia when I run into her later. I didn't expect to find Opal waiting outside the door, she didn't seem too happy about it either. Her small lips were presses into a thin line as she roamed her eyes through me, a single word escaped her lips. "Better."With her leading the way, we trailed obediently behind. My patience was wearing thin but I told myself to endure, wanting to get to the root of this. We walked into the room and every body halted their movements, casting their glance upon me. I noticed that they were all staring at me, no one even acknowledged Ruth who was behind me. Opal unfazed, strol
I sensed there was a hidden danger lurking beneath her words, a dangerous secret waiting to be revealed. Yet, I was powerless to do anything but sit motionless, waiting for the impending drama to unfold. The break was over, and we were forced to resume contorting our bodies into painful positions. While the others seemed to handle it effortlessly, I was the only one struggling, and Skye couldn't help but smile to herself.This time, I fought with every ounce of my being to suppress a second fart. I had barely recovered from the embarrassment of the previous incident, and another one would surely be the death of me."Avery, you don't look so good," Skye's voice cut through my thoughts. I turned to her, my legs trembling and sweat dripping down my forehead. "I'm doing great, actually. Anyone could see that I was lying, but she didn't press further and simply went back to what she was doing.How much longer must I endure this torture? If I'm forced to remain in this position for a few mo
“Thank you for your concern, but I regret to inform you that I am currently not in need of any assistance. However, should the need arise in the future, you will undoubtedly be the first person I seek help from.” These words escape my lips, though deep down I have no intention of ever confiding in her or any of these women. If only I could escape this place with my sanity intact, they would never lay eyes on me again."Are you absolutely sure everything is alright?" she persists, pushing forward. "Don't be shy, you can confide in us about anything. Being newly married surely brings its own set of challenges."“Ah, yes. I just tied the knot a few months ago. What problems could possibly plague my marriage? I assure you, everything is perfectly fine. My husband loves me, and I love him.”I can see the bewilderment etched on their faces as I utter those words, even sounding foreign to my own ears. Everyone in this room likely knows I'm lying, which is why they're all staring at me like I
In a daring display, she assumed the provocative doggy style position, imparting wisdom on the art of arching one's back. I gazed in astonishment, while the others appeared too engrossed to question the peculiar scene.I pondered to myself, this must be their usual routine, as I observed her contort her back in ways I never deemed possible. Unconsciously, I absorbed her subtle cues, hoping to retain them for future use.After minutes of relentless performance, she collapsed onto the ground, drenched in sweat. The crowd erupted in applause, and I found myself joining in, acknowledging my newfound knowledge from her teachings."With this style, a man would forget he even has a wife at home," Bianca boasted proudly.In an instant, all my previous enthusiasm vanished, as the realization struck me once again that they were practicing the art of seducing and stealing husbands.Bianca seemed to sense the shift in my demeanor and questioned, "Is there a problem? Is there something you wish to
The resounding echo of Bianca's palm meeting my cheek reverberated through the room, a jolt that snapped me back to reality. In that moment, I knew I couldn't let her assault go unanswered. I couldn't allow myself to be seen as a fool, losing the respect of everyone present. I needed to do something, anything, to change the narrative. With a surge of determination, I mustered the courage to strike back, but to my astonishment, she deftly evaded my retaliation, as if she had anticipated my every move."How dare you think you can strike me and simply walk away unscathed?" Her voice dripped with disdain, a warning laced with a challenge. "Consider your options carefully. Do you honestly believe the odds are in your favor right now?"As I surveyed the room, I could feel the weight of their disgusted gazes, not a single soul standing by my side. Even Ruth, usually a steadfast ally, averted her eyes, pretending to be engrossed elsewhere. It was crystal clear that I was alone in this battle.
No matter how much she tried to disguise it, I could sense the ulterior motive behind my presence here. These women were not interested in helping me seize an opportunity; they were plotting my downfall. It was evident in the way their faces bore the mark of betrayal. Only a fool would place their trust in them."Why don't you drop the cryptic act and reveal your true intentions?" I challenged, growing weary of her games.She chuckled, her eyes scanning me with amusement. "Impatient, aren't we?" she taunted."If you were in my shoes, confined to a chair in a room full of strangers, you'd be just as restless," I retorted."Ah, now you understand," she said, returning to her previous point. "Our sisters spare no effort in aiding each other. We support one another financially, going to great lengths to help when one of us faces a problem. We share everything, passing along the good things accordingly."Turning her attention back to me, she continued, "As for you, we've done our research.
"What exactly is the meaning of this?" I questioned seething with anger but No body gave any response, "I'm afraid you have taken it too far."Bianca scoffed and then went on to fold her arms, "you're new around here so you must not be aware. In order to sail smoothly you must be long to a clique, refuse and face the consequences."What in the madness is going on here? This felt like a scene straight from a movie, too insane to be real."What's it going to be little girl, are you willing to join us?" She questioned.Even if there was a gun to my forehead I'm afraid my answer would still remain the same. Nothing good could come out of joining this psychopath clique of theirs. I'm better off facing the consequences, whatever that may be. "In your dreams," I smirked. "Do your worst but I will never join you sick women, you should all seek help."There was no need sugarcoating it, I was going down already might as well speak my mind. Bianca looked stunned for a moment but then a smile so