Page 37 of The Devil's Chaos

The frat house was located on the outskirts of the campus near the housing section. It was one of those massive 1930s manors, with the original brick stairs leading up to a grand oak door adorned with intricate wood carvings. The interior was a chaotic mix of old and new—vintage chandeliers hanging from the ceiling next to neon beer signs, worn leather couches sitting opposite multiple sleek flat-screen TVs. The walls housed fraternity memorabilia and faded party posters from decades past.

Olivia held my hand tight as she dragged me inside, pulling me through groups of sweaty, half-naked girls; the smell of stale beer mixed with sweat and perfume assaulted my senses. The thumping bass reverberated through the walls and out into the quiet neighborhood. Naked girls were lying on tables as partygoers did body shots while others watched groups of girls making out near the kitchen. Seas of brightly colored masks and feathered boas floated around the room, adding to the debauchery unfolding before me.

Olivia led me through the chaos with a mischievous glint in her eye and a smirk playing on her lips. I couldn’t help but getswept up in her infectious energy. As we made our way past the pulsing lights and laughing faces, she seemed to know everyone in the house, flashing smiles and winks as we made our way toward the elegant kitchen, where liquor bottles and white drug baggies were lined up on the marble countertops.

Olivia stopped in front of me and turned, her eyes locking with mine. “Ready for an unforgettable night?” she yelled over the music, dumping a bunch of colorful pills into her hand.

“You know I don’t fuck with this shit.”

“This shit is just to help you let loose. Trust me, you’ll thank me later. Live a little. Lord knows you deserve a break from that shitty life you were born into.”

I studied her face, contemplating her words. I wasn’t a good little girl. I was tired of always doing the right thing—tired of playing by the rules. After all, what did it get me? Nothing good. Olivia was right.

With a defiant glint in my eye, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out.

“That’s my girl. Let’s live like tonight is our last night.”

She placed two pills on my tongue, and I tipped my head back as she poured a shot into my mouth. I swallowed, feeling the burn cascade down my throat as the pills dissolved on my tongue. We integrated ourselves into a group of frat boys taking shots by the pool, and I found myself letting go, fully enjoying the environment around me.

The music seemed to grow louder, the lights brighter, and the air thicker. Olivia’s hand slipped into mine, and together, we wove through the sea of bodies writhing on the dance floor. The beat pulsed through me, synchronizing with my heart's erratic rhythm. I felt a rush of euphoria, a surge of adrenaline that ignited a fire within me. The room spun around us, blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors and laughter. Faces flashed by like shooting stars in the night sky. Hands brushed against me, lipsgrazed my skin, but it was all a whirlwind of sensations that I floated through with reckless abandon—time blurred as we moved together, carefree and wild. The world outside these walls didn’t matter. All that existed was this moment, this sense of liberation.

I felt free.

Amidst the chaotic party atmosphere, I found myself entangled with another girl on the dance floor. She was dressed as a devil, her curves accentuated by a tight red bodysuit, and her black hair pinned loosely on top of her head. The irony wasn’t lost on me—an angel and a devil, drawn together. We danced with each other, our hands running across our exposed flesh and connecting as the bass vibrated through our bodies. I felt a thrill as our bare skin brushed together, losing myself in the moment. Suddenly, the girl turned, and her eyes met mine for a split second. They were gray and soulful, like the depths of the ocean, before she looked toward the entrance. I followed her gaze but only saw a couple of guys in devil’s masks moving into the crowd. The bronze one broke away from his silver-masked companion and headed in the opposite direction to circle around the back of the crowd.

“I’m going to grab a drink,” she said quickly before disappearing into the crowd.

I shrugged nonchalantly, enjoying the tingling sensation running through my body. I reached behind me to wrap my arms loosely around the neck of the guy currently swaying his hips with mine.. His mask resembled a plague doctor's from the 1600s, and his chest was bare against my back. I could feel his arousal pressing into me, and it reminded me just how much I needed to be touched. The combination of alcohol, ecstasy, and sexual energy filled every inch of the room and left me craving rough physical contact. So when this stranger let his hands wander up my thighs, sliding beneath the thin fabric coveringmy core, I leaned back and savored his touch. A shiver ran down my spine as he teased me, fulfilling my desperate need for release from the flames ignited by Kai's departure.

As the stranger’s fingers worked their way deeper, I felt the familiar heat between my legs growing more intense. My heart raced, and sweat dripped down my back, but I didn’t care. I was in a state of pure, unadulterated bliss.

I opened my eyes, about to entice the plague guy by going into a room alone to finish what we’d started when I locked eyes with the man in the silver devil’s mask. He stood in the middle of the dancers, completely still as we stared at each other. I couldn’t look away from his eyes, which seemed to pierce right through me. I squeezed my eyes shut to escape his curious scrutiny.

The stranger behind me continued to explore, his fingers delving deeper between my thighs, eliciting a gasp from my lips. The hunger growing within me was now too powerful to resist. I opened my eyes again, hoping the silver devil would watch as I came undone, but he wasn’t there.

Was he a figment of my imagination, a hallucination from the drugs?

“Let’s find somewhere more private,” the plague guy whispered against my neck.

I nodded eagerly and took his hand, following him upstairs. As we passed by various rooms filled with people engaged in orgies, I felt a thrill of excitement course through me.

We entered a dimly lit bedroom, and he pushed me onto the sagging mattress. The curious mixture of excitement and trepidation building inside me all night began to crest as his lips found mine. His touch was rough, but it sent shivers down my spine. The room spun as I let my inhibitions go and succumbed to the intoxicating mixture of drugs and alcohol as his hands explored my body.

As his fingers traced the curves of my body, I closed my eyes, allowing myself to be consumed by the moment. The sounds of the party seemed to fade away, and all that existed was the warmth of his touch and the sweet release I was allowing myself to feel. But as our lips parted, I opened my eyes and found myself staring into the black eyes of the silver devil's mask. He was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, his legs spread open as he watched us.

I gasped and shoved the plague guy in the shoulder to get his attention. When he saw the figure in the corner, twirling a knife in his hands, he almost fell off the bed.

“What the fuck, man? This room is occupied. Unless you want to join, get the fuck out,” he snapped at the silver devil.

The silver devil pointed toward the door with his knife and back at the plague guy as a suggestion to leave the room.

“Okay, I’ll leave.”

“Wait, what,” I cried. “You can’t leave me alone with this guy!”

“I’m so sorry,” the plague guy yelled behind him as he stumbled out of the room.

I turned back to look at the silver devil and followed his movements in fear. He stood up, locked the door behind him, and slowly approached me, still twirling his knife.

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