I’d rather pick someone to be the object of my obsession for the evening—a willing participant to take to a private cabin and do whatever I want.
Yeah. That’s what I want.
Rather than choosing a destination, I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with sweat and popper-scented air and ask in a deep, gravelly voice, “Who wants to play?”
“I do.”
Felix
It’s colder than it should be for September. There’s a bite in the air that seeps into the marrow of my bones. It feels more like November, when the winds pierce your skin like a knife. The Uber that took me here didn’t even know where to drop me off. Once he saw the entrance was down an alley, he told me to walk it and sped away.
My instincts tell me to turn on my heels and run for dear life, but the ghost of his hand around my neck propels my feet forward.
This alley looks like a perfect spot to murder someone.
I swallow the lump in my throat and press on. This is a terrible decision, but I didn’t come here to make good ones.
I want to find him, and Iwill.
Standing before my destination, my stomach drops, and the skin on the back of my neck stands. That frigid feeling intensifies. This place is bad. Every fiber of my being knows it, but something beyond my control brings my fist to the door.
My knocking is met with the sound of scraping on the other side, followed by the door opening to reveal the most enormous monster of a man I’ve ever seen.
He looks me up and down, his face twisted into a sneer. “What do you want?” he asks.
Oh fuck. I didn’t think about this part.I just took the address from Gabe and acted on instinct. Is there a secret password? A membership?
My mind races with a million and one excuses before I finally blurt out. “To get fucked by Torren Kay.”
Wow, Felix. Just laying all the cards on the table, aren’t we?
The ogre before me purses his lips and then motions me to enter. “The dungeon is that way. Mr. Kay just went downstairs. Does he know you’re coming?”
Nope, and he’ll be mad as hell to see me.“He’s expecting me, but no need to let him know. I’ll find him.”
He leans in and sniffs me—literally sniffs me. “Nah, he’ll find you.” A wicked grin stretches across his face, and I shudder in response.
I back away, growing more uncomfortable by the moment as he leers at me, then bump into someone. “Fuckin’ watch it, twink!”
I spin toward the voice and stutter out, “I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t—”
“Arms out, and spread your legs,” he barks at me.
“What? Huh?”
“Arms out, and spread your legs. I need to check you,” he hollers.
Searching people before they enter the dungeon. That’s a good sign…right?
I say nothing, but obediently follow his orders. His handspat my sides, my torso, and over my legs. A nod of the head and a quiet, “Go on,” are all I get to indicate that the search is over.
The dark stairwell sends my heart into my throat, and the crisp, cracking sounds of flesh being smacked and the wails that follow nearly make me choke.
It’s a dungeon. A fucking dungeon, Felix. What are you doing?”
“Finding him,” I reply to the scared, hapless nitwit inside my head.
I reach the bottom of the stairs, and my excitement upon seeing him at the check-in station nearly makes me scream. Torren is undressing himself right in front of me. I creep back, hiding myself as I watch him toss articles of clothing to the ground.
