I knew I had to play the part and play it wisely. I wanted to inquire about A and B, but in a way that wouldn’t seem out of place. If I wanted to take S, I needed to act interested in the other male, B.
“Actually, yes. I came here tonight hoping to have some one-on-one time with B; however, I don’t see him around,” I said. I made sure that Sebastian saw me looking around the room again as I tried to spot the young man.
“Ah, yes, he is a popular young man. He’s one ofthosemasochists, so obviously he is popular. You can pound away on him, and he hardly flinches,” Sebastian said. I made sure to keep my face emotionless as he distastefully described B as one ofthosemasochists.
“I can see why he’d be popular.”
“Yes. Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but he’s unavailable this evening. He’s had a bit of a behavior problem this evening.”
I cautiously pointed out my confusion over Sebastian saying that B had a behavior problem, since they were all supposedly here on their own accord.
“You’d think being one ofthosemasochists that he’d behave since he enjoys being hurt.”
“Yes. I’ve been waiting for that one to fall in line.”
I knew they weren’t here of their own will, especially B. I just fucking knew it. I didn’t want to risk giving anything else away or to make Sebastian suspicious, though.
“If B isn’t available, I’ll take S for a while.”
“Very well. Unlike B, S has a breaking point. So if you’re into screams—and I think you are—you’ll enjoy him.”
Sebastian motioned to one of his guards to collect S and take him to one of the private rooms. I quickly dispelled any thoughts or ideas that Sebastian might have had for S and me tonight. I wasn’t going to hurt this young man. I didn’t want Sebastian to think that I’d be providing some sort of show for others.
“I actually had a really long day and am not looking for screams to fill my ears,” I admitted. Screams haunt me enough already.
Once I was in the room with S, I closed the door and then carried the wooden chair to the opposite side of the room. S wore a black velvet mask and sat on the filthy mattress, scratching at a needle mark on the underside of his forearm.
“Does your arm hurt?” I asked.
“Fucking burns,” he said without lifting his head.
“Do you shoot the drugs into your own veins?” I inquired.
“Naw.” He shook his head. “They do it.”
“Why? Why can’t you do it?” I pretended to be unaware of the protocol that went on here.
“They do it because they don’t trust us with the drugs. At least, not the good shit.”
I glanced at the damage done to his body, knowing there was far more damage to his mind and body than could be seen.
“If it burns, can’t you tell them that you don’t want the drugs anymore?”
“Naw, man. I need this shit. It’s what keeps me alive and sane in here.”
“I don’t understand. Is it bad here?” I played dumb for him, hoping to extract something.
“It ain’t good all of the time.”
“Do you want to be here?”
His long pause gave me hope. And before my hope built too much, he crushed it.
“Fuck yeah, I want to be here. I ain’t got no responsibility. No bills. I just lay around, get high, and fuck,” he drawled.
I rolled my eyes. I didn’t believe him. They were all so fucking high and brainwashed.
“So what am I doing in here with you, man? Tell me what you need me to do and take what you want,” he invited, causing me to roll my eyes again.
