**Chapter 14: Bound and Exposed**

Andy's smile grew even wider as he reached out and grasped a small, delicate collar that hung from his pocket. The metal gleamed in the dim light of the room, and Leyley's eyes widened in horror as he fastened it around her neck. A small, intricate lock clicked into place, and Leyley felt a surge of panic as she realized she was now completely at Andy's mercy. The collar was a symbol of her enslavement, a constant reminder that she was bound to Andy and forced to do his bidding. Leyley's eyes flashed with defiance, but she knew she had to play along if she wanted to avoid the fate Andy had promised her. "Time to get to work, Leyley," Andy said, his voice dripping with excitement. He led her out of the dressing room and into the main area of the strip club. The room was dimly lit, with only a few flickering lights to illuminate the stage. The air was thick with smoke and the smell of cheap perfume. As Leyley stepped onto the stage, the audience erupted into cheers and catcalls. Andy gave her a gentle push, and Leyley began to dance, her movements awkward and stiff at first. But as the music pulsed through her body, she began to lose herself in the rhythm, her hips swaying and her arms waving above her head. The audience was a blur of faces, their features distorted by the dim light and the smoke. But Leyley could feel their eyes on her, their gaze crawling over her skin like ants. She knew she was exposed, vulnerable, and at their mercy. As she danced, the catcalls and whistles grew louder, and Leyley felt a growing sense of unease. She tried to ignore it, to focus on the music and the movement of her body. But it was no use. The audience was relentless, their voices and hands reaching out to her like a physical force. Leyley's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a place to hide, a place to escape. But there was none. She was trapped, bound by the collar and Andy's twisted desires. A hand reached out from the crowd, and Leyley felt a jolt of fear as it closed around her ankle. She tried to pull away, but the grip was tight, and the man holding her seemed to be pulling her down, towards him. Andy's voice echoed through the room, a low, menacing tone that seemed to vibrate through every cell of Leyley's being. "Let her go," he said, his words dripping with a sadistic pleasure. "She's mine, and you know it." The hand released her ankle, and Leyley breathed a sigh of relief. But she knew she wasn't safe, not yet. She had to keep dancing, had to keep Andy happy. And as she moved through the music, her body swaying and her eyes flashing with defiance, she knew she would do whatever it took to survive.