The Fallen Starr: Shaken
Warning: The following scene contains some graphic scenes of rape and sexual violence.
The next morning I noticed Stanford was gone and he had left a note:
Hey Doll,
I am off to see the new producer today. I will be back later this evening.
I have left the dress I want you to wear along with the jewelry.
Please be sure to be ready by the time I get back. I am also sending Livvie Anderson to help with your hair and makeup.
This is our big night Doll.
Love,
Standford
Well, this is something different. Now he is using the word Love in his notes. I best be getting ready. I certainly don’t want to upset him. I think I will take a long bath first. I have a splitting headache.
I am sure I will feel so much better after my bath.
I hear a knock on the door. Just my luck.
What? Who could it be right now?
Darn it, I just got undressed.
Where is my robe?
"I am coming."
Maybe it is room service.
“Hello, Rosaline Starr?”
I smile nervously. “Yes, that’s me.”
“So pleased to meet you, darling.”
Honestly, I am lost as to who this old guy is.
He looks about 50 years old. He has silver hair and is rather tall and slender. He looks like some type of lawyer with his fancy suit.
Should I know who he is?
“Don’t be alarmed, darlin'. I am Frederic Dawson, and I am one of the producers you will be working with on the new Broadway show.”
“Yes, hello, Sir."
"Hello darling. My... Standford was not kidding. You are a knockout.”
I start to get a bit nervous as he begins to touch my face.
“You are beautiful my dear.”
“Thank you.”
“You can call me Fred.”
"Thank you,
I am beginning to get nervous and my hands begin to shake.
He leans toward me.
What is happening right now?
He whispers in my ear:
“Standford said you would show me a good time.”
My heart began to race.
What is happening?
“You know this is okay, and I can give you all you want.”
I begin to shake.
He pulls me closer and takes my robe off.
Then he throws me on to the bed.
"Darling you are beautiful!"
He takes his clothes off and then... he has his way with me.
I shake and I am crying. But he does not care.
He is hurting me.
I am not even sure how long time has passed.
All I know is that the day is moving slow.
I hear the cars outside.
“By the way, Standford is not coming back tonight.”
What about the show?
“The show is next week and I needed to get to know you.”
He throws me back and hurts me once again. I try to fight back and stand.
“Come on darling. You want the part, right?”
I am shaking and crying.
“This is what it takes!”
Then he slaps me hard.
“Don’t fight me!”
I lay still and his filthy hands rub me and violate every part of me.
I feel so dirty and I want to hide.
Why would Standford let him do this?
After a long day, he finally leaves.
“You are good now darling and you got the part. I will see you next week.” And just like that, he walks off.
What just happened?
I want to die.
I want to die.
I am shaken.
