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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqEZkHi4OFr
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:9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcEk8eIPSMd
"You’ve been asking for this all day."
Mia whimpered on cue. Maui whimpered louder.
His hips snapped forward, mimicking.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4bqvIFLg84
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!”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFZWVPPe9U8
“Perfect. That’s a wrap on Scene 67!”
The lights dimmed. The crew laughed. Cameras powered down.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqA0otXBT0n
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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2IXRhjkdTT
“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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOxube6EH1Q
“Reeve, don’t. That wasn’t real.”
But his eyes were glazed—like she was property. A prop.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRuUuoQJOs2
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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfs9B0CJd71
If she screamed, she’d get blacklisted.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjLkdKcvlfC
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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSH6Vp6Sy0G
“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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8OKGYasggf
He saw her, not Maui. Not the act.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGEbvOdxhNe
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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPsfulPx9QA
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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoZ5oacG8zQ
“You’re not alone anymore,” he said softly.
And for the first time since she became Maui…
She cried.
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