Chapter 11. Disgusted

Aubrianne Ivanov

But he was there, and this Ron, though he stared at me, was not even looking at me. I watched him, it was as if he had gone off somewhere else in his mind, and I took this opportunity to take a quick look at my surroundings.

When I quickly realized we were in one of the rooms where private shows take place, it was dark, and the shadows of everything around us gave a sinister feeling in the darkness, adding to the steady fright that had started to build.

A small stage in the middle, a huge comfy couch, almost like a bed for more erotic things, carpeted.

He jerks me out of my room inspection when he starts to repeat and ramble on, “I thought I had more time, I thought I had more time. You! How could you do this to me?”

He pauses… that seems to go on forever. Some pacing, then he stopped his movements to look at me again. “HOOOWWW, could you do this?” His face contorted into utter sadness, his hands going up to his chest, and he gri