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.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5gzfUSlsw6
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:10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7rQUGsJYX9
"You’ve been asking for this all day."
Mia whimpered on cue. Maui whimpered louder.
His hips snapped forward, mimicking.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkfVM2pSqFZ
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!”10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZs3OinSBt5
“Perfect. That’s a wrap on Scene 67!”
The lights dimmed. The crew laughed. Cameras powered down.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRY8fcphykc
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.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWJiOVzU2MB
“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.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7C1MAEEgNq
“Reeve, don’t. That wasn’t real.”
But his eyes were glazed—like she was property. A prop.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDhMdeiN3Au
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.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyj3zq1MTxb
If she screamed, she’d get blacklisted.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡukatnsFB1z
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.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrSHZrVOlXL
“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.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYfBgTgsFWt
He saw her, not Maui. Not the act.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFIWjfYyx6Z
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.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0tY91l5nRa
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.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq0PqnO8Ber
“You’re not alone anymore,” he said softly.
And for the first time since she became Maui…
She cried.
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