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"Stupid bitch," he mutters as he pulls out a small baggie and tray. I watch as he goes through the familiar routine until several lines are laid out. He reaches down and roughly grabs Krystal, pulling her to her feet.
"Here, bitch, this'll wake you up," he says, pushing her toward the lines. She replies something unintelligible.
I swallow, not wanting to interrupt or leave him to it. I have no love for stupid sluts like this, but I know even my hardened ass will feel guilty if the stupid thing dies in this bathroom.
"I think she's done...." I start to say. He lets out a noise, something akin to a growl, in my direction before grabbing the girl's neck hard and pulling it to him.
"You fucking useless, eh?" he snarls in her face before tossing her back to the ground. She falls back down like a limp rag, and I'm pretty sure she's already unconscious. I step over her, trying to move his attention from her. I really don't want to do blow tonight, but I don't know what else to do.
"She's down, hon, but why don't you hook me up with one of those?" I say with a flirtatious smile, reaching for the straw. More coke is the last thing I want, but I’d rather me than the braindead whore on the floor. He grabs my wrist and squeezes.
"Sug—Neil—that hurts!"
His jaw tightens, but he says nothing, squeezing one more time before letting go.
"Not you, her."
Before I can react, he's hauling her up again by the hair. I hear a few snaps and cringe as he shoves me aside, bringing her face down to the counter.
"Snort it, cunt," he growls as he grinds her face into the powder. It flies everywhere. She coughs and sputters, inhaling and probably swallowing a fair bit in the process.
“Neil! Stop!” I rush forward and try to pull him from the girl, but his arm strikes out sending me flying back into the stall door. I hit the floor, dazed.
“Come on, slut, can’t take your drugs?” he laughs as Krystal begins to struggle beneath him, the coke waking her up almost instantly.
I frown at his words and wonder if his ‘moment’ right now has to do with Serg. A small thrill of delight at the thought that I could fuck with him so badly is suppressed by what’s happening in front of me. I want to hurt them, but it’s no fucking good if they hurt me or someone else before I can finish.
“Neil, baby, what—” Krystal starts to say even as he pulls out the bag one handed and starts literally pouring it on her face. I know he has money, but damn.
“Shut up, bitch!” he shouts, slamming her head down on the counter before tossing her to the ground.
She falls to the ground with a moan, a small trail of blood running down her face. I don’t move from my place on the floor. Neil’s chest is heaving, his eyes pinpricks. Despite the cocaine on the counter, I have a feeling he’s been into more than that tonight.
For the first time since being here, I feel a stab of fear that I might not achieve my goal, that they may finish what they started first.
I can take a few swings if need be, wouldn’t be the first time even before those fuckers raped me and left me for dead. This manic, unpredictable man in front of me, though, is something else entirely.
My mouth feels dry, and I feel detached as I try once more to speak to him, remembering what Dee called him.
“Master Neil.” I keep my voice low, staying close to the ground as I speak. “She can’t take any more, baby. It’s all okay. Let me take care of you.”
His nostrils flare as he looks down at both of us once more before he turns on a heel and walks out.
Chapter Nine
Lyin’ Eyes
Echo
My body feels frozen in place. The confidence and surety I normally feel waver. I don’t like the feeling. I spent so long rebuilding myself and my confidence that it’s shaking me to have anything fuck with it now.
Krystal moans on the ground in front of me and I’m broken from my reverie. I move over to her and turn her to the side so I can see her face, noting the gash on her forehead that's still steadily bleeding.
Her eyes flutter open but immediately clench shut against the light. I know, even as drunk as she was, that amount of coke probably sobered her right up. All she really needs now is a hospital and probably some stitches, not to mention a good night’s sleep.
“Can you get up?” I ask her, putting a hand underneath her.
She groans again and mutters something I can’t comprehend. I frown, wondering if she has a concussion. Stupid bitch, shouldn’t have been playing with a guy like Neil if she couldn’t take it. I’m a stupid bitch too for putting myself in this position, but at least I’m doing it with my eyes open.
