Page 8 of Karma

“No. Even monsters are more humane than this.”

“Let’s figure out who they are, then.”

I nod and step over the body, but I can’t stop myself from wondering if he has a daughter. If so, will she grow up and seek vengeance as I have?

If Sam and I can put an end to this nightmare, maybe she won’t have to.

We step into the shadows and continue on.

Alcohol courses through my veins. How did one beer turn to three? Or maybe it was four? I’ve lost count.

A woman dances in front of me. Her seductive blue eyes peer out from behind the holes in her black mask. She beckons me over with a curl of her manicured finger, and I want to join her. Believe me, I want to.

But I have a job to do.

I also can’t seem to shake off the lingering mental image of the girl I met this morning. None of the nearly bare bodies before me compare to the mystery of what waited under her clothes. How has one brief encounter left me so obsessed?

I shake my head and drift to the edge of the room. Reclining against the wooden wall, I watch the others. Women in variousstages of undress dance around the men. My gaze snags on a blonde woman whose dress straps have fallen, allowing the fabric to bunch beneath her large, fake tits. Another blonde wiggles close by, bent at the waist as she gyrates her ample ass in a hypnotizing display. Her short cocktail dress rides up her thighs.

You couldn’t cut the sexual tension in this room with the sharpest knife. The air is electrified.

When I turn to the left, I spot a couple fucking on a glass table. The woman’s arms extend above her head, a beautiful arch in her back as the masked man rails her. I home in on the moans coming from her lips and adjust the front of my pants, hoping no one notices my erection. But it isn’t her voice I hear. Not really. I hear the girl from this morning.

I need to find some place in this house to rub one out before Adam comes back from wherever he’s disappeared to.

I head toward a door and ease it open, revealing a dark room with strips of black lights overhead. Bodies rub against each other everywhere I look. Neon paint coats their skin. Sensual music plays overhead, a direct contrast with the livelier music in the main hall. Everyone is naked and some are fucking, heads dropped back as if they’re on the best trip of their lives. Some still wear masks, but others have discarded them in the corner. A few may not have had a mask at all.

The maskless will face the ultimate choice, much as I did all those years ago, but I wish I’d gotten this kind of treatment back then. Where was this kind of party welcoming me into this place? I didn’t get my rocks off before I made the decision to live for them or die for me.

I hide in the shadows and unzip my slacks. This isn’t my first choice of a quiet place to beat my dick, but the visuals are good. If I use my imagination, I can almost imagine some of these masked individuals are me and my mystery girl.

My cock springs from the fabric, and I wrap my hand around it, grazing the two surface piercings along the top of my shaft. A modified Jacob’s ladder. There aren’t as many rungs and it looks like I chickened out, but I didn’t. This was by design. I wanted it to rake the woman’s pussy when I’m in my favorite position, which is over her, owning her.

I stroke myself to the dark, artsy motions. Moans overtake the room, drowning out the music. I bring my hand to my mouth and spit before wrapping it around my dick once more. I drop my head back and moan as the pleasure moves from my balls to the head of my cock.

In my mind, it’s the girl bringing me all this pleasure. On her knees. Bent over the back of the couch with her ass in the air. Lying down as she arches her back and comes on my cock. She’s beautiful perfection, each moan a musical note that draws the pleasure out of me.

I don’t hold it back or try to catch it as I bust. White ropes of come splash across the dark floor and mix with droplets of bright-yellow paint. The best part? It fucking glows beneath the black light.

A woman who looks high on something delightful crawls to my feet and looks up at me before dropping her face to the ground and licking up some of my come.

“Thank you,” she says with a smirk as she wipes her chin.

I stare at her paint-covered body as she stands. Her nipples are hidden by a streak of pink, but it only enhances the curves of her breasts. She walks off and goes back to enjoy the party. This might have tempted me yesterday, but now I’m too wrapped up in a woman I’ll never see again. Which is probably for the best. I need to focus.

I tuck myself away, zip my pants, and head back to the main party. I walk right into Adam, who looks very annoyed.

“We gotta get going!” He gestures toward the door.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” I remind him as we head toward the entrance.

Once we’re outside, Adam gets in the driver’s seat of his Cadillac, and we start down the driveway. I worry he’ll wrap us around a tree with the way he’s driving, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. We have to get to the center of town, so I just grip the oh-shit handle and try to downplay my anxiety.

Before we can enjoy our own murderous inclinations, we have to take care of the remaining names on our list. First up is a family. They don’t live in the town center, so we’re forced to make a slight detour.

Adam pulls the car to a stop at the base of a long, twisty driveway. The Arlows were part of the society, but the father and mother decided they no longer wanted to participate. Unfortunately, none of us can decide that.

We get out of the car, and Adam heads to the trunk. He pulls two pistols from inside and hands one to me. Next, he picks up a metal bat for himself before placing an ice pick in my palm. I already have a knife tucked down the back of my waistband, but more torture tools are always better.

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