An interview at eight o'clock, but at night and at a bar, which seemed so odd to Rebecca.

However, she had no choice but go there as her stepmother had arranged it for her.

She was now at the bar, a place she had never been to before.

She wore her old black jeans and off-shoulder top, and her shoes were white with black straps that had holes in them. She couldn't afford new clothes, since her stepmother never gave her any money.

She arrived 15 minutes early and saw a crowd of people outside the bar, dressed in expensive clothes and drunk. They were flirting and groping each other, and Rebecca felt uncomfortable. She tried to ignore them and entered the bar.

Inside, the music was loud and the lights were dim. People were dancing, drinking, and kissing all over the place. Some dancers were on stage, seducing the audience with their moves. Some couples were doing more than kissing, and Rebecca felt awkward and disgusted.

She wanted to leave this cheap place, but she remembered her stepmother's threat and forced herself to stay.

She made her way to the third floor, where the interview was supposed to be. The atmosphere there was different from the ground floor. There were private rooms along a big corridor, and waiters were carrying trays of food and wine in and out of them. Rebecca wondered what was going on behind those doors.

She reached the door of the room where her interview was scheduled and knocked with trembling hands.

Then a voice came from inside saying "Come in".

She opened the door and stepped inside...

Rebecca entered the room and gasped.

There were three half-naked men on the couch, drunk and surrounded by young women. They were groping and kissing them to the music, and the women seemed to enjoy it.

Rebecca felt sick and disgusted. What kind of interview was this?

She had never seen such a scene before. She wanted to get out of there as fast as she could. She turned to the door, but a voice stopped her.

“Stop!” The man in the middle shouted. He was staring at her back with a dark expression. “Who said you can leave?” He slurred.

His voice drew everyone’s attention to Rebecca. She froze in fear. She knew she was in danger with these people. She wondered why her stepmother had sent her here.

“Turn around!” He ordered harshly. She clenched her fists and bit her lip nervously, but slowly turned to face them. As soon as they saw her face, they were all stunned.

The men leered at her with lustful smiles, and the women glared at her with jealous eyes.

"Little girl, what is your name ?" One of them asked in a sweet tone.

"My..My.. name is Rebecca Willson." She hesitatingly mumbled. "Wow, what a beautiful name!! Just like you!" He stared at her body with greedy eyes.

"So, you are the one who came here for the waitress position! " the middle man sweetly said, looking at her with a hungry face.

"Y...Yes!" She could sense their greedy eyes on her body.

"Ohh! Miss Rebecca, You are really beautiful as your mother described to me. She told me that once I see you, I will not be able to take my eyes off you and it turns out to be true! " He sarcastically laughed and Rebecca's eyes widened.

"So, let's start the interview." He gestures to all the women to leave the room.

And within a second all of them leave the room as soon as they get a hint.

Now there was no one in the room except Rebecca and old men which makes her heart more nervous now.

Seeing her nervous face one of them said, "Little girl don't worry, we are not going to harm you. We just interview you and then let you go."

"Yeah, sure!" said one of them, placing the bottles of wine on the table in front of her. "Little Girl! You need to finish this whole bottle and the interview session will be finished then you can go home!" He completed his words.

She gets a little nervous seeing the wine bottle in front of her. "Sir, I don't drink! " She tried to refuse them without making a fuss.

"What do you mean? One of them shouted and continued. "Little girl, don't dare to refuse us! Or we will make you suffer and your whole family." Hearing this, she became terrified.

She didn't care about her stepmother or her siblings but she didn't want to make her father suffer who is the only family member she can trust and love wholeheartedly.

She greeted her teeth in frustration and said " Sir if I drink this, can I go back????"

"Yes absolutely!" He laughed.

"Okay, then I will drink!!" Saying this, she raised the bottle of wine in her hand and held it to her lips.

She felt bitterness as soon as she took the first sip of wine. But this bitterness was nothing to her before the bitterness of her family who hated her so much that they sent her to such a position. She knew They hated her but this level she never thought of. For humiliating her they go this far she never imagined that. And thinking this her tears rolled down on her cheeks.

Her throat felt a burning sensation but in reality, her heart was burning. She didn't stop drinking until she finished the whole bottle. She was never humiliated like that. The only thing she has is her self-respect which is also destroyed by her own family today.

She became drunk as soon as she finished the wine and they all laughed at her condition.

They all looked at her like a hungry wolf who was ready to eat her alive at any time.

"Sir, hiccup..I..I... Finished the wine." "C..ca..can..I..go..now??" Saying this, she tried to stand from the couch but was unable to even stand on both feet properly.

Her head is spinning. Her vision started to become blurred. She was so drunk because the wine she drank contained heavy alcohol. Even half a bottle is enough to get anyone drunk. She feels devastated but still tries to keep herself awake.

"Little girl, there is still one last thing left!" One of them said and Approached her, trying to kiss her, which made her feel so disgusting and terrible. She tried to roll her eyes to find any sharp object and suddenly her eyes went to the wine bottle which was just beside her.

Before his lips could touch her, she grabbed the bottle and hit on his head with full strength.