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Bringing my hand to hers, I clench my fingers around her fingers tightly before pulling her body into mine and sliding my other hand to the back of her thin, long neck. Yanking her face into mine, I try to ignore the pulsing of my cock begging to be fed. Stepping one leg in between hers, I kick it out and smile again. “You ready?”
She swallows nervously, but her shoulders remain straight. There’s a dullness laced in her eyes now and I have no one else to thank but myself and the crew for that. I prefer her empty; that way, I can fill her with nothing else but myself. That feeds the beast that lives inside me, the beast that wants her and nothing but her.
Nodding her head, she whips her hand up to my arm. “Wait!”
I pause, looking down at her tiny hand before looking into her eyes. “What?”
“What’s going to happen to me?” Her voice doesn’t hold fear; it holds curiosity. I pause. “Isn’t it obvious?” I answer. “You’re going to the highest bidder.”
MILLIE
His back turns as he walks away towards the dark shadows which he came from. He jumps off the stage with a thump, and I look to the left, for the first time noticing the silver pole stabbed into the stage. I raise my hand up to shade my eyes because I can’t see a damn thing, and the song Dark Times by The Weeknd begins playing through the speakers followed by a round of dark chuckles that ricochet around the deathly atmosphere.
“It’s playtime, nun. Dance.”
I’ve begun to learn who owns that domineering voice. “What?” I glance to the side before looking back to where the voices are coming from.
“Don’t make me ask you twice, pet,” he begins, his voice coming closer. I look down to the edge of the stage to find his trademark shiny mask glowing like a beacon of extreme evil. “I’d fuck with you so bad that you’ll be more than begging me to lodge my dick deep inside your pussy. Now, dance,” he repeats.
Aside from the fact that what he said was crass and inappropriate, I’m upset that once again my body has decided to take its own path. I’m forced to drop to my knees and play slave to these men, all for a reason I don’t even know.
My shoulders slouch as I clutch onto the cold steel pole. Looking out at the dark empty nothingness, my jaw tenses from nerves and the song hits replay. I halt just as the music cuts and the spotlight shuts down suddenly. My breathing kicks up a notch. Searching around the dark room desperately, a cold chill trickles down my spine. There’s a hauntingly erotic feel whisking through the air. Before I can study it or dance in it, something soft brushes over my bare arm and goosebumps shimmy all over my skin.
I whip around to where it came from. “What’re you doing?”
A hand grips around my wrist, pulling my body into a set of bare, rock-hard abs and chest muscles.
“You’re going to wanna put more effort into this show, darlin’.”
I swallow. “Tripp?”
His chest shakes from his laughter. “Nah, babe.” He grips around the back of my neck, jarring any movement. Before I can ask who he is, soft lips brush against mine. I slam my lips closed and his grasp on my neck intensifies. “Open,” he growls against my mouth. “Now.”
My lips slowly part. His tongue slips into my mouth roughly as he slips a little pill down the back of my throat. I swallow whatever it was. “What was that?”
The spotlight turns on suddenly and I find myself in the middle of all six men, all wearing different styles of pants or jeans and all with their trademark masks.
My heart rate pounds against my stiff chest as I back up slowly, only to collide with Blue Mask, or Viking. His hair is tied in a bun to the back of his head, his colossal-sized shoulders square.
I spin around and my head whips to all of the men watching me closely, waiting for my next move. Just as I’m about to make a run for it, my flesh spikes to unhealthy levels, my nipples press against the rough lace of my bra, and a deep throbbing begins between my thighs. Oh no. I look over the hard marbled floor, trying to gather my thoughts, but they all end in a scrambled sex-induced mess. My thighs clench together as a foreign need to be touched overwhelms me immensely. I’m screwed.
“Wha-what did you give me?” I ask, my hand rubbing against my forehead as a bead of sweat drips from my temple and slides between my breasts.
Tripp steps towards me, his hand coming out to find mine, and he pulls my body into his forcefully. “A little help with your stage fright.” His fingertips trail down my arm as his cold mask comes to my ear. “Now… dance, pet.”
They all disappear off the stage. A tingling sensation begins to hum over me as every tight nerve ending in my body loosens. My eyes become lazy and my body begins to sway from left to right. When the song replays, my eyes shut and I sway my hips side to side, imagining something is in between my legs. The feeling is freeing, euphoric, yet so wrong, but I can’t do anything about it. I have completely let go of the reins I held onto throughout my life. A big part of me just doesn’t care anymore and a major part of me knows I am going to die. There’s no way I can come back from this alive, and even if I did, who says I would want to live another day? My faith anchored me, and without it, I would float to the surface, but once I reach that surface, who’s to say that I’d want to swim? I might want to drown.
My body loses itself in the flow of the rhythm, swaying my head to the beat as a light sheen of sweat glistens over my body. I run my hands down my inner thighs slowly as the buzz I’m experiencing kicks into overdrive. I roll my eyes back, tilt my head, and a light moan slips from my mouth all while my body continues to move to the seductive tunes of the song. Walking towards the end of the makeshift stage, I jump down the same way I saw Tripp drop down. In the dark shadows, I can see the outline of all of them sitting on seats, all spread out easily. I go to the first one I see, not caring who it is, not caring about much of anything, not even survival. I straddle his hips and drop low onto his crotch, circling my hips into him slowly to the beat. Hooking my hands around the back of his neck, I swing my hair and arch my back so my body presses into his, my nipples dancing across his bare chest. Reaching down to the ties on my corset, I whip them off slowly until the air I had been struggling to suck in darts down my airways. His hands slide up my thighs and it’s then when the spotlight beams brighter that I see the outline of his mask. Tripp.
In my careless thoughts, I drop my head down to his ear, inhaling his sweet musky man scent. “What’s the matter? Couldn’t get me wet without drugging me?”
The grip around my thighs tightens, and in one swift movement he picks me up and drops me onto the stage. My back hits the cold marble again and a deep giggle escapes me as my back arches. Something needs to be touched. I need to be touched.
I hear someone curse in the background. “Jesus fucking Christ, Tripp. She’s fucking responsive on this shit, man.”
“What’d you give her?” Tripp asks, unfazed and scanning my body, inch by inch.
“X, man. Never seen a chick light up like this, though.”
