Page 74 of Scarred King

“Wow, your hair is beautiful,” Ralph continues, “What I would do for that hair to be wrapped around my d—”

“Shut the fuck up!” Liam raises his voice angrily and continues caressing my thigh. His touch scorches my skin and I move his hand away again.

“Lighten up. In this place, every girl has her price. Even your smart girl.” He narrows his eyes and bites his bottom lip. “If I add another zero to my offer, would you say yes?”

“Shut the hell up!” Liam slams the table and when he places his hand back on mine, I stand up irritably.

“Thirty thousand dollars?” I sneer, “For one hour with you?”

“Yes,” he smiles widely and bares his white teeth.

“Thirty thousand dollars for one hour,” I chuckle, knowing that his proposal isn’t serious and the alcohol is talking. “I could leave this shithole and never come back.” I pick up the empty beer bottles and roll my eyes. “For one hour of suffering with a disgusting creature like you, I could win my paradise back.” I turn my back on them. “Wow! It looks like even I have a price.” I shrug and start towards the counter.

Suddenly I’m being pulled back forcefully and the beer bottles in my hands fall and shatter all over the floor. It looks like Liam’s scars have taken over his entire face – there’s no hint of the angelic side.

“Come with me.” He pulls me towards the stairs, my hand almost being ripped off.

“I was kidding,” I say, panicked.

“But he wasn’t kidding.” His voice chills me. I'm pulled forward so hard that I can’t even turn my head and peek at Ralph.

“Stop it, Liam. Don’t go crazy now.” I say angrily as I'm being dragged up the stairs. Tommy and the plastic girl are making their way down, they look at us curiously.

“You gave yourself a price tag, so you’d better understand what that means.” He stops at the black curtain, turns his head towards me and looks at me venomously. I pull away from him and straighten my tank-top, flooded with anger.

“So I gave myself a price tag,” I shrug indifferently. “The truth is that if I really could get that kind of money for just one hour, I’d probably do it.” I can’t believe what I just said, but I enjoy seeing his face twist in fury.

“Fine.” He moves his head slowly from side to side and rubs the back of his neck. “I thought in your field they teach you to do research before drawing conclusions. So, with your permission, I’ll help you do this research.” He opens the curtain and pushes me through, I stop in a long corridor. There's a faded red carpet on the floor, and on the left, there's a row of doors with round windows that remind me of the sealed port holes on a submarine. At the end of the corridor I see two armed guards.

“After you,” Liam gestures with his hand for me to go to the end of the corridor. I feel like I shouldn't be here, and my heart starts pounding rapidly, but my pride won’t let me run away. I stand up straight and start walking. I stop in front of the guards and Liam grabs my hips, turns me around and pushes my head towards the round window.

A man I just served drinks to a few minutes ago is lying on a bed with purple satin sheets. The quiet redhead is sitting on top of him. They're both completely naked and I feel as if I'm invading their privacy.

“I don’t want to watch,” I whisper, and try to turn around, but Liam is holding my head and he won’t let me move.

“You don’t have to whisper,” he says dryly. “The doors are soundproof. They can’t see or hear you.”

“Still,” I insist, “it doesn’t feel right.” The man pulls the girl to him and suckles her breast.

“It will feel right in a minute.” He doesn’t let go of me. The man caresses the girl’s hips and whispers in her ear. She smiles and turns on her back. Now he’s moving backwards, and places his head between her legs. She opens her mouth and I assume she is moaning. In some sick, twisted way, my body is heating up. The girl bends her knees and he continues pleasuring her, as she strokes his hair and arches her back.

“It’s like watching porn,” I mumble quietly. “But it’s much softer and sensual than I imagined.” He removes his hand from my head, and I realize that I yearn to feel it there again. “It’s strange…” I watch them intently. “It looks like she’s enjoying it… do you think she’s enjoying it?” I turn my head to Liam and a burning shiver travels down my spine.

“Yes,” he rolls his eyes disdainfully. “Like you enjoy going to the dentist.”

“But…” I try to turn back and he pulls me towards the second door. This time I don’t resist, and I peek into the window without him forcing me to.

A young man is sitting on the edge of the bed and the twins are standing in front of him. One is caressing the other, and he is touching himself. Suddenly he pulls one of them onto his lap, she giggles and spreads her legs wide. The other climbs on the bed, sits behind him and kisses him on the neck.

“Wow!” I say and put my hands on the door. “That’s so twisted yet so erotic. Repulsive and attractive.” He presses behind me and looks through the window. His physical closeness is electrifying, and I moan in embarrassment. “Let’s get out of here.” I turn around and bite my lower lip expectantly. “I’ve seen enough. But now I want to be with you.”

“We’re not done.” His look turns hollow. He pulls me forcefully towards the window at the end of the corridor.

“I get it,” I fume, “And I’m beginning to feel like a pervert. Can we go back downstairs?”

“I said we’re not done.” He raises his voice and once again shoves my head towards a round window.

“Oh my God!” I cry as I realize what I’m looking at. “I don’t want to watch. I don’t want to!” I squirm and try to get away from his strong arms.

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