Chapter Seven: After the Cut
It was supposed to be another routine shoot.
Scene 67: “Stepbrother’s Revenge”
They’d done the rehearsal. The blocking. The warnings.21Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ53tV6YkWlj
They were professionals, they said.
Her co-star, Reeve, was new—taller, more built than the others. Known for being intense. Too intense.
The director gave the final cue.
“Rolling… and action.”
She braced herself on the kitchen counter, hips angled just right. He pushed up behind her, hands rough as expected. He grunted, gripped her waist, and delivered his line:21Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqhT92tWf6T
"You’ve been asking for this all day."
Mia whimpered on cue. Maui whimpered louder.
His hips snapped forward, mimicking.21Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIULX0Tv0iJ
The fake thrusts hurt more than they needed to.
He leaned in, whispered, “I’m gonna make this real later, baby.”
Her eyes shot open.
Was that in the script?
“Cut!”21Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFTrnJCOkKR
“Perfect. That’s a wrap on Scene 67!”
The lights dimmed. The crew laughed. Cameras powered down.21Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzotNRdw0PC
Everyone left to prep for the next setup.
Mia stood up, rubbing her arm, already turning to grab her robe.
That’s when Reeve grabbed her from behind.
“Where are you going?” he muttered.
She froze.21Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtKupXxpF4r
“I—I’m done. Scene’s over.”
His hand slid under her shirt.
“No, Maui’s not done. You got me so fucking hard I can’t walk out like this.”
She pushed him.21Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVyvyA7oDSA
“Reeve, don’t. That wasn’t real.”
But his eyes were glazed—like she was property. A prop.21Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC4fLYOZvNW
Like the cameras didn’t matter anymore, because now it was his turn.
He shoved her against the wall, one hand pinning both wrists.
“You act like a whore on camera, but suddenly you’re shy now?”
She bit her lip. Not in seduction—to keep from screaming.21Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrDeb9eoNFH
If she screamed, she’d get blacklisted.21Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCI4B9ChumK
He was a rising star. She was disposable.
“No one’s watching,” he whispered. “No one gives a fuck.”
Then he kissed her—bit her lip until it bled.
She struggled, twisted, broke free and slapped him.
He slapped her back.
She hit the floor, dizzy.
He knelt, started undoing his belt.21Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO3F31mgHhn
“I’ll be quick. You owe me.”
That’s when a voice burst through the door.
“Get the fuck away from her!”
Clark.
He wasn’t supposed to be there—he was a grip, a tech, someone who stayed in the shadows.
But he saw it.21Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE2pmSR3yzc
He saw her, not Maui. Not the act.21Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMQJreUek28
Just Mia.
He tackled Reeve to the ground, fists flying.
“You think she’s your toy?”
Reeve spit blood. “Stay out of it. You don’t know who I am.”
Clark growled, “And you don’t know who she is.”
Security came. Covered it up.21Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKJ0sk9agx1
Reeve paid off the crew to stay silent.
They let it die before it made headlines.
Mia didn’t file a report.
She couldn't afford to.
But Clark… he stayed.
He brought her robe. Covered her bruised cheek with his palm.21Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFvgjUAZpOs
“You’re not alone anymore,” he said softly.
And for the first time since she became Maui…
She cried.
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