The beautiful young woman was on her knees, surrounded by men jacking off on her. I memorized each one of them. I’d remember them. I had never forgotten a face here. I had an urge to kill all of them. They grabbed her hair roughly as she received their loads. I had to try to detach myself from her, for now.I had to.
I slowly moved around the room, watching. I pretended to be interested in C and the two men who were with her. She was riding some guy’s dick while another man slapped her tits around. I purposely positioned myself against a wall to watch. But every time a faint whimper from M trailed over, I found myself staring at her. Men grabbed her hair, causing her masked face to twist around like a rag doll.
Hang in there, girl.
I pried my attention back to C and the men for a few more minutes, but when I heard M cry out again, I pushed myself off the wall. I concentrated on walking slowly toward her and the circle jerk. My blood pressure soared through the roof when one of the men slapped her hard in the face, causing her to topple over onto the hard ground.
While I was committing murder in my mind, SS was close by, making gagging noises. They weren’t the noises of a playful couple where her throat was being tickled by a dick. These noises sounded panicked and quickly pulled my attention to her. SS was on the floor having her mouth rammed with a dick. But another man was crouched beside her with his hand on her throat, randomly squeezing her neck.
“Hey!” Sebastian yelled from across the room. He stalked toward the men and SS, with three of his men behind him. “If you kill any of my house guests, you’ll find yourself minus one member of your family.” Sebastian towered over the man on the floor. He looked over his shoulder to his guards and growled, “Get him the fuck out of here.” The three men pulled the man off the floor, and they disappeared up the stairs.
As Sebastian and I looked at one another, I heard the sound of a fist connecting with a face. Seconds later, I felt something hit my face. I wiped my face and stared down at the fluid.
Blood.
I quickly looked at M. She was too far away for it to have been her blood. In slow motion, I watched her being handed around the circle of men. Though my eyes were on her, all I saw and heard was carnage from Baghdad of the one time I’d tried to help an innocent bystander.
It was the end of my patrol shift, and I’d heard a child and woman scream. They were right in front of the embassy, and some thug was trying to rob the woman. We weren’t supposed to engage, but I did anyway. As I pulled the man away from the woman and child, gunfire broke out in front of the embassy. The thief had been part of a small cult known in the area for robberies. Once the gunfire ceased, the woman and child laid dead at the steps of the embassy. Their blood spilled from their bodies, following me back to the States.
Sebastian’s voice pulled me out of Baghdad and back to the present. Baghdad was an excellent reminder that good intentions to help could also lead to tragedy. I stared at M. She could easily be collateral damage if I wasn’t careful.
“Ron, my sincerest apologies about the blood on your shirt. I’ll have it replaced,” Sebastian said and called over to a few more guards to remove the man who had punched S in the jaw, knocking him to the ground.
Sebastian was losing control at these parties. The level of violence was growing by leaps and bounds. He needed to get a grip before someone died. I looked around the room, but there was still no sign of B.Where the fuck are you?
“Ron, how about a private room to help you take your mind off your wrecked shirt?” Sebastian asked. I glanced down at the blood sprinkled on the right sleeve of my shirt.
Take the room. Get one of them to tell you what you need so you can end this fucking shit before someone dies.
“A room would be good,” I said, allowing myself to sound mildly annoyed about the sudden bloodshed.
“Consider it done. Who would you like?”
M.
No. Get B. Find that boy.
M.
No. Take S and make sure he’s okay.
I glanced down at S. He was completely knocked out.
M.
Be smart. M is your only chance. She was less brainwashed. Don’t act too eager for her.
“Who’s it going to be, Ron?”
“Is B available?” I asked. On top of trying to divert my desire for M, I had to see that boy. I needed to know he was okay and not dead.
“No, I’m sorry. He’s still having behavior issues.”
I stared into Sebastian’s eyes.I swear to God, if you killed that kid…
I let my anger about B slide when Sebastian mentioned M.
“What about M? Hmm? You enjoyed her last time, didn’t you?” he asked.
