“It’ll hold you over until you get downstairs.” He laughed again.
I joined him in laughing and then slapped his upper arm, subtly ending our bullshit conversation. He told me to enjoy myself, and after I nodded, I headed down to the lower level. The air became thicker with smoke as I descended the stairs.
My face gave away nothing as I scanned the large party room. I kept the movements of my body and eyes to a calm pace as I began roaming around. This was typical for me when I arrived at the party. Not only was I subtly looking at the attendees, but I was also looking for my five.
The woman I knew as SS was on her knees beside C. They each wore maroon eye masks while they sucked on dicks. As I slowly walked by, I could see their lips were swollen and had cracked in a few places already.
I saw S taking it from a small group of guys. Maybe four or five surrounded him. I spotted A standing against a wall with one of Sebastian’s guys who always seemed to have some sort of authority role among Sebastian’s men. He saw me eyeing A, and he nodded upward. I did what would have been expected and walked over to them.
“What’ll it be tonight, Ron?” he asked me.
I took my time and made sure he could see me raking my eyes all over A’s body. I licked my lips as if I couldn’t wait to taste her. She’d already looked like she had been used tonight, and some time with me would do her body good; even if she was too drugged to realize it.
“She’ll do tonight,” I said, sounding as though I really wanted one of the other women, but since A was the only one available, I could settle.
“She’ll be good for you tonight. The others haven’t complained,” the man said.
I wasn’t surprised when he confirmed that there had been others before me. I casually nodded and looked around at the smoky room to make it look like it was part of our conversation, but really, I was looking for the fifth one. I hadn’t seen B yet.
“I’d expect her, or any of them, to already be warm by now. There’s a large crowd here tonight,” I commented while I continued to scan the room.
“Some parties are fuller than others,” he commented.
Before I could reply, a loud noise of glass breaking, followed by boisterous laughter interrupted us. I looked in the direction of the pool table and saw B on his knees on the floor. He faced the pool table, leaning his head against it. His hands were restrained to the table in some fashion. With the positioning of his hands, I guessed that his wrists were bound to the front of the pool table. His palms were flat, resting on the felt top, but his fingers were stretched out. Surrounding his hands were pieces of glass.
The man who’d just broken the bottle over B’s hands moved to the center along the table and spun a bottle that was on the felt in the center. The bottle stopped and pointed to another man, and he stepped closer to B, holding the neck of another bottle. He aimed and slammed the bottle over the tops of B’s hands. The glass broke, and the cheers of men congratulated him. Blood was now smeared on B’s hands, and even from where I stood, I could see his hands shake.
“Do you still want A, or do you want to go play spin the bottle with the boys at the pool table?”
I want to get all five of these young adults out of this fucking place.
For another moment, I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the scene at the pool table. I only hoped that kid was high enough that he wouldn’t feel the pain.
“He’s one of those weird fucks,” the man next to A said out of nowhere to me. I raised an eyebrow at him, hoping he’d elaborate on what constituted someone to be weird around here. “He’s one of those sickos who likes pain. Sebastian wanted him badly since he had a higher pain tolerance.” The man laughed before adding, “That way he doesn’t have to waste the good drugs on him.”
I nodded, hoping he would tell me that Sebastian had paid for B. I could loosely get somewhere with that, though that info wasn’t coming from Sebastian and would be considered hearsay.
“I think all of us are into some weird shit,” I commented quietly to him and returned my gaze to A.
“I’ll put her in room one for you. Remember the rules,” he warned.
“I won’t forget. I’ve been coming here for years, and I’ve never forgotten,” I reminded him as he trudged off with the young woman.
Normally, I’d wait in the main room for him to return, but suddenly the sounds of B in distress forced me to walk away.I’m sorry, buddy.I went down the hall and stood in the doorway to room one. The man was in the process of flipping the pathetic twin-size mattress. When he let go of the stain-covered mattress, it flopped to the ground, sending dust particles and God knows what else blowing against my shoes and lower legs. He roughly grabbed her boney arms and guided her to lay on the filthy excuse for a bed.
“Alright, man. Enjoy,” he said as he closed the door, leaving me alone with A.
She laid still on the mattress with her head tilted to the side toward the doorway. The eye mask was still snugly in place enough that I wanted to pull it off and look her in the eyes when I asked the burning question that I knew I couldn’t ask. I had roughly thirty minutes in the room with her to extract anything to help this case.
Each of the rooms I had visited over the course of two years all had a shitty mattress, a chair, and a table full of objects that would cause pain. I curled my hand around the top of the backrest to the chair and carried it to the wall a couple of feet from the foot of the mattress.
I sat and folded my arms across my chest to watch her. She awkwardly moved around as she attempted to guess what I wanted. She adjusted her position and even tried to seductively touch her tits. Since she was so high, her coordination was completely gone. Her hand bumped the side of her breast as her fingers fumbled to find the nipple.
She had been trained so well. Even all the drugs couldn’t keep her from trying to predict what I wanted. When she didn’t get a reaction out of me after she’d tried to grope her tits, she moved on to the next attempt. A opened her mouth and sloppily dragged her tongue along her lips. She even left her mouth open and waited for me to react. I was sure there were many visitors who had shoved their dick in her mouth and fucked her face, ignoring the gagging sounds of her being choked.
Spreading her legs was the last attempt at getting me to react. I stared at her swollen and bruised pussy and pelvis. It was such a shame. Such a fucking shame. All I needed was for her to tell me she was being kept against her will. I’d wondered how many guys she’d already had tonight.
No reaction on my part was causing her frustration to build. She made a last-ditch effort at getting a rise out of me by fingering herself and rubbing her very irritated clit. Finally, she pulled her hands away, then turned her hands up in aggravation. A let her arms slide off her legs, flopping heavily onto the mattress.
