Page 13 of Forbidden Deviant Games

My back hits a wall between two storage shelves and I blink against the darkness inside the small, cramped room. I shake my head vigorously. The man’s hand leaves my mouth and nose and I gasp for breath.

“No!” I say quickly, sucking in as much air as I can manage. “I’m sorry, I was just heading to the bathroom to—”

“You passed the bathroom up the hall, dear,” The man interrupts as his hand lowers and clamps around my throat. “Try again.”

“I-I wasn’t—” His fingers contract, once again cutting off my oxygen.

Shit fuck.His free hand moves up and into my hair, wrapping my ponytail around his fist; he uses his hold to push my head back even further as I reach up, clawing at his wrist as spots start to dance in front of my vision. He’s a lot stronger than he looks.

“Why don’t you tell me the truth, sweetheart?” he suggests.

I start to struggle in earnest now, panic eating away at my rationality. I can’t fucking breathe and that, itself, is making me panic more than anything else. The man keeps his hand clamped down on my neck as I fight against him, pushing at his chest, clawing at the arms that hold me up against the wall.

I hate to admit it, but Viks was right. I should’ve just kept to myself and not followed this man. I didn’t consider the consequences—consequences that are now staring me right in the face with a toothy grin as the older man slips his sunglasses up his face to rest on top of his head and now I realize why he’s wearing them—he’s half blind.

One eye is completely milky white, while the other is a clear brown. It’s disconcerting to someone who’s slowly being suffocated to death. “Pretty little mouse,” he says, leaning forward. I stiffen when I feel the long bridge of his nose against the thrumming pulse in my throat. “You smell good. Come on, why don’t you tell me what you were doing following me, eh? Did your friends tell you about what I have?” The hand in my hair disappears as he slips it into his pocket and pulls out a small bag of what looks like white powder stamped into tiny pills. “You want some of this? All you had to do was ask, sweetheart. I give one for free to all my new clients. The rest, though…” He presses himself against me and my eyes widen at the unwelcome sensation of a hard cock rubbing against my lower stomach. “The rest you’ll have to pay for, but I think we can work something out if you don’t have the money. I’m generous after all.”

Despite the pressure against my neck, I shake my head. “No,” I try to croak out.

“No? You don’t want this?” He shakes the bag in front of my face as my nails sink down even harder into his arms. He doesn’t even react. The spots in front of my vision grow wider, fuzzier. “Then why were you following me, hmmm?”

The bag crinkles as he puts the end between his rotting teeth and pops it open, reaching inside to pull out one of the tiny pills. Tears begin to leak out of the corners of my eyes. It’s getting harder and harder to fight him. My eyelids lower as my mouth gapes open, gasping for air.

“That’s a good girl, it’s alright.” The man’s soothing tone is more frightening than anything else. I can guess what he’s doing, but I can’t stop it. There’s no stopping it for me.

I should’ve listened to Viks. That thought turns over and over in my mind and though a part of me hates the bastard—I wish he were here. If he were here, this wouldn’t be happening. More tears continue to pour down my cheeks as the man shoves the pill against my mouth. I snap my lips shut in an effort to ward him off.

He chuckles. “Now, now, don’t be like that,” he says. His hand releases my throat and without thinking, my lips part on a gasp as oxygen rushes back into my lungs. A heady feeling snaps through my head as clarity returns for a split-second— but it’s too late, the pill is shoved into my mouth.

I turn, intending to spit it right back out, but his hand clamps down over my nose and mouth once more as he quickly seals the bag with his mouth and then drops it back into his pocket. His now free arm bands around my head, holding me in place. I shove the pill to the front of my mouth with my tongue, but it’s already starting to dissolve.

“It’s fast, isn’t it?” The man chuckles as my mind grows fuzzy again, and this time, I know it’s not the lack of oxygen.

I scream against the hand covering my mouth and nose. I scream and scream—begging for the universe to not be so cruel. But the universe is indifferent and soon my screams stop and my muscles grow lax as calm descends over me.

As if sensing my lack of fight, the man releases me and even helps me down as my body collapses and my legs go numb. I sink to the floor and he cups my cheek almost kindly.

“There we are,” he says, the sound of his voice hypnotic. “Feeling good, now, aren’t we?” I can’t respond. My whole body is numb with relaxation and I start to wonder why I was even fighting him in the first place. I can’t remember.

The man’s hands go to my shorts and I feel something pulled out from my pocket—my cell. He sets it aside and then reaches for the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and off. “You lay just like that sweetheart,” he says. “I’ll take my payment and you can have a few more pills. Just one always gets ‘em hooked.”

He kneads my breasts, fingers pinching down on my nipples through my bra. It should hurt, but it doesn’t. I should be fighting him, but I can’t.

In the dim room, a light penetrates the darkness along with an incessant buzzing noise. The man growls and looks to the source of it. I sway back and forth, the only sense of gravity coming from the wall at my back. My face is wet. I feel like a broken doll and I’m so tired. So very tired…

“Fuck…” The man’s curse rouses me just a bit, enough to realize that I’ve closed my eyes. I fight to open them once more. He’s holding up my phone, staring at the screen with an angry expression. His eyes jerk up to meet mine. “Not a little mouse after all, I see,” he says, dropping my phone into my lap.

He stands and straightens his coat, pulling his glasses back down to cover his eyes. “Maybe next time, then,” he says and I watch—with a mixture of confusion and relief—as he opens the door and then disappears into the hallway, taking my phone with him as he leaves me laying there, shirt off and darkness encroaching on my hazy mind.

8

VIKS

My gut is screamingat me as I enter Club Outsider. I just know Haley didn’t listen to me.When has she ever?

I cut through the crowds and lines at the front, waving a hand to the bouncer as I make my way towards Haley’s usual section. When all I see is the blonde at the bar, flitting back and forth as she makes drinks, and no sign of Haley, something in me sinks with dread.

“Hey,” I stop at the bar, “where’s your waitress?” I demand.

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