I want to fucking help you!
“Just lie back, relax, and play with yourself,” I instructed.
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“You don’t want to touch me or hit me?”
No touching.
“Not tonight. I just want to watch.”
“Alright, man, suit yourself,” he said as he laid back.
I watched him fumble with himself, unable to get himself off. It was sad how a man so young looked older than I did. He was probably in his mid-twenties but looked probably twice his age. The wear and tear of this sick place was robbing him of his life.
When I left the room, there were two other guests waiting outside in the hallway. At first, I thought they might have been waiting to talk to me, but as soon as I cleared the doorway and stepped into the hallway, they walked into the room. Before they had closed the door, one of the men had their belt off and had gone right up to S and started wailing on him. The other guy smirked at me as he shut the door.
Alone, I stood in the hallway. With my eyes closed, I listened to the sound of a body that was already close to being broken, trying to withstand someone’s dark urges. I told myself that the cries from S were from something that he’d wanted. Hell, he even told me that he’d wanted to be here. I reminded myself of that but told myself the same lie he had told me. Slowly, I felt my dick begin to stiffen.
He wanted it.
He liked it.
He wanted to be here.
I opened my eyes when a loud grunt came from behind the door. Laughter from the two men quickly pulled me out of the lie that I’d allowed myself to believe. I forced myself to calmly leave the hallway. In the main room, I found both SS and C and pretended to watch them for a few moments before I made my way up the stairs and out of the kink house.
During the walk to my car and then the drive to Club Oxygen, I prayed for S to still be alive. I prayed that those men hadn’t taken his young life and that he hadn’t died so senselessly. As I walked into Oxygen, I wondered if death would have actually been welcomed by him. He’d let himself believe that he wanted to be there, but I couldn’t begin to fathom what it must have been doing to him. I couldn’t see any of their eyes. They didn’t get to look back in my eyes that silently begged them to tell me they hated it there and were being kept against their will.
“Hello, Garrett,” James said to me as I walked around a corner in the hallway. He held his hand out toward me to shake.
“Hey, James. How are you?” I politely asked while we shook hands.
“I’ve been well. How about you?”
“Good, thanks. Really good, but I’ve had some crazy hours with work.”
“There’s lots of sessions going on tonight. I’m sure you’ll have a few options that will be of interest to you.” I nodded and then looked down the hallway when I heard a woman cry out. “Have a good evening, Garrett.”
I managed a smile and told him to do the same before I continued down the hallway toward the cries. I came upon the room where the cries had come from. A woman was restrained to a St. Andrew’s Cross with her back to the doorway. Omar was whipping her with a short bull whip. With the rooms being relatively small and confined, it wasn’t really possible for players to use full-size whips.
Omar was one of the few sadists of Oxygen who truly understood what the fuck he was doing. I had never spoken to him, and our paths had never crossed here. But Omar was a member of The Hidden House, and I knew he was damn good at what he did.
I needed to get S out of my head, and seeing Omar relaxed me because I knew I was on my way to calming down. As I watched him guide the whip toward the woman with expert precision, S began to slip from my mind.
Right now, I was in a dark and dangerous place. I was repulsed by my actions at the kink house tonight. I was disgusted that I had allowed myself to dip so far into the fantasy that my mind created and let me believe that anything that took place tonight was consensual. It was irresponsible of me and dangerous to those youngsters that I even dared to let my mind go there. The worst part about it was that I hadn’t done it once, but twice.
6
Salem
My mom hada party tonight to go to with Thomas and had an appointment with her hair stylist close to my appointment time with Elijah. Since she was in a hurry, she agreed to drop me off at the curb in front of the building.
“Okay, sweetie, I’m probably going to be about two and a half hours. When you’re done talking to Dr. Hamilton, sit in the lobby and do your homework. I’ll text you when I’m on my way,” she said as I got out of the car with my backpack.
“Alright. I think you should get some purple in your hair for tonight,” I teased.
