His Dancer

Stressed Out

(Mark's POV) 

"H-H-Hey, Ace," I stutter. 
"Mark..." he begins, sitting next to me. 

I swear to God, if he tries anything, I'll get Jack over in a matter of seconds. The music isn't that loud, and patrons are dancing, so more than likely, he was in his office.
However, he'd given me a silver rod with a button on top for if a patron tried to touch me wrongly. Thank God, because I may need it. 

"So, this is where you've been hiding," he smiled. "I always knew you were giving to everyone else." 
"That's bullshit," I growled, all fear going away. "I had to take this job because I wasn't about to stay with your cheating ass. Did you really think I was gonna stay?" 

His face was filled with pure anger. 

"And I hope you're happy with your new boyfriend. Because I'm taken, if you didn't know." 
"By one of those nasty patrons, is my guess?" 
"No," I responded, getting mad. "I have the best guy in the world and he is so much better than-"

Ace grabbed me off the barstool I was on and put me in a choke hold as he held my wrist to prevent me from getting to the rod. 

"I was the only one good for you," he smacked against my ear. "Everyone else is trash, and you know it..." 

Ace then kissed me along my neck, bringing back old and painful memories. He removed his arm from the choke hold, held both of my wrists with one hand, and ran his other hand along my body, making me shiver and hyperventilate...
Ace was the one to take my virginity, even though I told him no several times. He didn't care about anything I wanted, or anything I would lose, such as that... 
I then saw the bartender take out his rod lightly and press it twice. Twice was for when it was someone who couldn't get to theirs, due to a overly strong patron.
Jack ran out of his office and looked around until he saw me. He rushed over and pushed Ace off, sending him into the floor. Ace looked up at him and his eyes widened. So did Jack's, and they gasped at each other. 

"Sean," Ace gasped angrily. 
"Ace..." Jack growled lowly. 
"So... this is where you've been. A club owner hiding in his office." 
"And you were tryin' tuh' steal my boyfriend, ya bastard. Yer tha' same..." 
"Actually, he was mine first..." 
"What?! Mark, he's tha' one who...!?" 
"Oh, so he did tell you." 
"You sonovabitch... Get out!" 
"You can't kick me out for something I did outside the club," Ace smirked. 
"But I can kick ya out fer touchin' him inappropriately! Now leave before I get my bouncer tuh' do it." 

He stared Jack down, then looked at me. 

"We'll meet again." 
"Over my dead body," Jack growled. "Now, out!!" 

Ace left, but not without looking at me one more time. He smiled deviously and walked out. I felt like fainting. I got dizzy and started to fall. 

"Mark!" Jack gasped, catching me. "Are ya alright, babe?" 
"I... I'm just dizzy..." 
"Dammit... I'll carry ya. Do ya have anything left in here?" 
"Besides the money I got, right there," I pointed at the bottom of the barstool, where a bag was sitting. "No more than that..." 
"Alright." 

He slung the bag over his shoulder, carried me to the car, and set me in gently. He put the bag in the backseat and started driving. 

"I'm callin' tha' police on that bastard," Jack began. "Not only has he abused ya, but has caused sexual harassment." 
"Not just that..." I murmured. 
"What was that?" 
"That's not all he's done." 
"...What else?" 
"He took... he..." 
"Oh my God. Was it consensual?" 
"No. I kept telling him no, but he did it anyway." 
"Then that's rape, Mark! What else has he done that I don't know of?!" 
"Starve me..." 
"No..." 

I looked down at my chest. I may look fit, but I'm literally only 130 pounds. The average 27-year-old was about 180-200 pounds. Ace literally starved me. 

"Oh my gosh... Yer takin' a longer break. I'm not gonna have this. Until he's in jail, yer not goin' tuh' tha' club unless yer with me at all times." 
"Jack..." 
"Jack nothin'. I'm not havin' him hurt ya anymore. I already wanna beat his ass over Signe, my best friend, a few years ago. She went through tha' same thing you have, but not as bad. Now that he's hurt you? I'm not havin' it." 

Once we got home, the others were confused as to why we were home so early. Jack explained what happened and they were all ready to beat someone's ass. Particularly, Ace's. 
After Jack explained the situation, he took me upstairs to our room and laid me down. After gently placing a cover on me, he kissed my forehead. 

"I'll be in here in a minute," he said soothingly. "I've gotta make that call first. Okay?" 
"Okay..."