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.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj1xOT5zqf2
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:8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCkbjxgiP6Z
"You’ve been asking for this all day."
Mia whimpered on cue. Maui whimpered louder.
His hips snapped forward, mimicking.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCys3mcF03X
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!”8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡug98RbauxM
“Perfect. That’s a wrap on Scene 67!”
The lights dimmed. The crew laughed. Cameras powered down.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaV6PeVBvEx
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.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTDtGcBdnmE
“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.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg3VExc6UKj
“Reeve, don’t. That wasn’t real.”
But his eyes were glazed—like she was property. A prop.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLU2g72G19Z
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.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSNYQkdr9nJ
If she screamed, she’d get blacklisted.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡELZ1Z5QgLg
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.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡASU5dWiDUO
“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.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu1Dg4RpFUS
He saw her, not Maui. Not the act.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzYzJqqeyEd
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.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoWohP2pYwY
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.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlyas1y5hXR
“You’re not alone anymore,” he said softly.
And for the first time since she became Maui…
She cried.
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