Thread: Brutalised Ballerina (Jack Stalker and blue_allurement)

Natalie lived for this moment. Every spotlight, every gaze was focused directly on her. It was her solo, the coup de grace of the show's first act that would leave the audience wanting more. And, God, did she make them want it more. Her body seemed to flow in the bright fluorescents that rained down upon her body, making her seem almost angelic due to the little feathers that adorned her white outfit. With every perfectly executed jet , the large skirt swished as if there was an imaginary breeze manipulating it. Each pirouette en dedans was done flawlessly on time, both legs mimicking one another in unison as she drew one from the back to the front and repeated it with the other. There was a reason they paid to see Natalie dance, and this was it. It was the paragon of ballet precision with elements of spontaneity. The music was reaching the crescendo as the audience watched, some holding their breath in anticipation and Natalie continued her impeccable display. Every muscle in her body was working at their finest those at the very front could likely see the taut muscles in her skinny back flexing with every spin or technique she did. She knew she had them when all she could hear was the music. It was when they were cheering or clapping before the end where it was clear she didn't do a good enough job to keep them in anticipation. The music was coming to it's highest point now though and there was only maybe ten more seconds leftfiveTimed without a hitch, she transitioned from what she was doing into the end. A relev where she rose on both feet to the tip of her toes, spreading her arms like wings as the curtains came crashing down. And all was silent. Letting out a deep sigh of relief, she heard the crowd begin to applaud as she got down from the tips of her ballet slippers and gave a thumbs up to her fellow cast members, signaling they were free. They all congregated around her, giving each other high-fives, hugs, all that jazz. After all it took them all, not just Natalie, to make this vision come to life and their grueling practice was finally paying off. Not to mention that this was their first time without Grant leading them, without him yelling at them. Frank Grant. The name made her cringe a bit as one of the male dancers pointed out that this was the first time they weren't being told off after the end of the first act. It was true he never had hesitated before to call out every single minuscule mistake that happened on stage, especially Natalie's being the main character. He was a genius but with that came a temper and verbal abuse that was unmatched in the business. Not to mention, she was sleeping with him. Nothat implied sleep. In fact, she had never stayed over and always had to take a cab ride home whenever he called her to come over late at night. No, the proper word for what they were doing, what he was doing, was more primal than that. Fucking. The worst part was that Natalie wasn't interested in the guy at all. He was older than her by almost a decade, his personality was like venom from the first time she had auditioned for a part in Swan Lake and he wasn't the best looking guy around despite what he thought. Yet, Frank Grant had what she wanted most and, in his words, her fame came with a price. She was only 22 at the time when he had locked the door to his office after months of pushing her to the limits of her dancing abilities. A choice Either allow him whatever he wanted from her, a free access pass to her body, or to pack her bags and leave. Call it young naivety but it didn't seem like much then. Months later, here she was dreading every moment she literally had to spend with the guy atop of her. She was regretting the decision as she entered the door of her personal dressing room though. Natalie actually was feeling good about the night so far, holding a bouquet sent from one of her potential boyfriends that was watching in the audience. He was sweet. The man that sat in front of her, the one who made her jump and almost drop the flowers, was far from it. II didn't realize you were coming for the second half, was her best line she could come up with as Grant sat there with that smirk. Oh, that smirk, how it made her both angry and fearful. They had been doing this long enough for her to realize what he wanted. His eyeing of her in the white outfit, complete with white tights and ballet slippers didn't help either. Even when he mentioned how he had been looking forward to defiling her was met with only a gaze down at the flowers. They had about 30 minutes total for halftime and he wasn't going to let her go that easy. Can't we? Natalie was trying to think of something to say as she refused to meet his eyes, anything that would delay the inevitable. It had been almost full week since he had demanded anything of her whatever he wanted to do would definitely make the final act harder to do with the extra sores. She placed the bouquet down on the table next to her makeup and turned her eyes back to gaze at him. It felt like being prey to a Lion on the prowl. I mean, we have all night right Grant? And half time would really be pushing it Yeah, he wasn't going to care. She could tell from his lecherous smirk what his answer to that was already going to be. Yet she tried again, ignoring his demand to come kiss him. Hoping. Please Grant? She nervously drummed her fingers against the make-up table, keeping the gaze locked on his. Maybe some confident, like she had on stage, couldn't hurt.