Page 74 of My Five Daddies

“Good. Great.” He grins at me suddenly. “Hey, want to see my drums? My parents just got them forme.”

I hesitate. “Sure, okay,” Isay.

“Come on.” He leads me to a door leading off the kitchen. He opens it up and starts down some carpeted steps into thebasement.

I pause for a second at the top of the steps. “Basement,” I whisper into the mic. I know they’re listening, ready to come running in at a moment’snotice.

I head down the steps after Dustin. The basement is like any other suburban place: carpeting, drywall, lots of empty space. Tucked back in a corner is his drumset.

I walk up to him and he grins at me. “Cool,right?”

“Verycool.”

“You should try playingthem.”

I cock my head at him. All my senses are tingling, telling me to run, but this is what I’m here for. “Sure,” I say, and I get behind theset.

“Here, likethis.”

As I sit down, he comes up behind me and tries to touch me. “Dustin,” I warnhim.

“I’m just trying tohelp.”

“This is what you did lasttime.”

“No, it’s not,” he says, but I can see the anger creeping in. “This is nothing likethat.”

“Dustin,” Iwarn.

“Just play the drums,” he says. “Why don’t you do what Isay?”

The anger is growing. I try to stand but he pushes me back into the seat. I nearly tumble into thedrums.

“Just play,” he says to me. “Play the fucking drums,Tori.”

My heart is beating so fast in my chest. “Why are you doing this?” I ask him. “I thought you wanted to bebetter.”

“Better?” He cackles, a horrible laugh. “There’s no better. I just want you, Tori, and if you won’t give it to me then I’m going to takeit.”

“You’re going to do what to me?” I askhim.

“I’m going to fuck you with this drumstick right up your pretty asshole, you fucked-up slut,” he says harshly, his eyes shining. “Once you scream, then maybe I’ll go back to work for your faggot recordlabel.”

That’s enough, more than enough. I quickly stand up and push him away, running around the drumset.

He comes after me. I hear him growl angrily, shoving the drumsover.

I have a choice to make. I can try to outrun him, which I might be able to do, or I can stand myground.

I whirl around. He clearly doesn’t expect this, and he can’t stop in time as I kick forward as hard as I can, ramming my foot into hiscrotch.

“Fuck,” he gasps. He doubles over and I shove him to the ground. “Fuck, my fucking balls,” he groans. “You goddamnbitch.”

I kick him again for good measure before quickly turning and running back up thestairs.

Just as I get back into the kitchen, the guys all appear in the hallway, breathing fast. Chris gets to me first. “You okay?” he asksme.

“I’m fine. Come on, let’s get out ofhere.”

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