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The casino is all glitter and noise on the surface–flashing lights, endless laughter, the clink of glasses and chips. But tonight, I wasn’t interested in the surface. I wanted what waits in the shadows. I wanted to see what was behind the casino walls.
There’s a door most people never notice, tucked into a corner where the music softens. I slipped through it, heart racing, heals clicking softly against the marble floor. The door was so tight, my dress caught on the plaster wall and tore. I ripped at it and small hole formed. I rubbed at the fabric between my fingers to see if it would continue to tear as the night went on. A little piece of thread floated out of the hole, so I tore at that but it made the tear larger. I hurried down the corridor to the last door and pushed my way through.
Behind the Casino Walls
It was dark behind the door, but I could see smoke rising from the cigars of the faces they belonged to. The darkness overshadowed their expressions, but I imagined there wasn’t much to gather from their stony faces. I looked down at the tear in my dress, which was now revealing the pink flesh of leg. I looked up to meet the gaze of someone who had stepped forward, cigar in hand, soundlessly staring at me.
“You ripped your dress”, he said to me. I nodded. He motioned to the othe men standing by and two men approached me, flanking either side of me and placed their hands on my shoulders. They unfastened the straps of my dress, and it fell to the ground at my feet. I was naked for all to see. The man continued to stare. The cold made my nipples harden. I could feel their eyes tracing every curve of my body and focus on the area where my legs met. He did not ask me to move or bend over or even turn around. Eventually he nodded and the men lifted the dress back onto my body and clasped the straps back into position. The man said, “you will go to the room,” and pointed to a corridor to the left. I looked towards the direction he was pointing but it was blackness.