Page 57 of Slaughtered Firefly
Silver - Fights back.
White - Beat them, don’t kill them.
I swallowed thickly as I glanced at the selection. There were so many in black and white masks. Who knew what horror they would face? Only some were lucky enough to die. I didn’t like these parties; there was no real telling what crooked politician or big-name corporation was hiding a sick fantasy.
Celebration or not, it was like watching a dream as the drinks started to pour, the fuckings began. I felt woozy despite onlyhaving one drink; my coordination unfocused as I stumbled to a table and sat.
An overweight man in a gray elephant mask laughed loudly next to my ear. “First time?”
I kept silent and shook my head no. It may have been my first time here, but it was not the first time I watched these sick fucks rape, murder, and eat the help all while the drinks followed and money exchanged hands.
The elephant dude looked alive with the party and jerked a white-masked male towards him. The tray of champagne flutes clattered to the ground in pieces as the man was punched and shoved on the table in front of me. The white mask was much taller and bulkier than this fat asshole, but he didn’t raise up, only took the punches, his face beginning to bruise.
His eyes met mine as his chest met the table, they were the deepest brown I had ever seen, quiet a beautiful color to match his even bronze skin, but as the outfit was ripped off and the fat man’s hands came down his backside with a broken shard of glass, there was no light in his eyes, he was dead inside.
I watched in silence as the scream rang out. The anguish and suffering in his voice told me it wasn’t the first time he’d been beaten or worse.
Music pounded out a sensual, fast-paced beat, and it must have excited everyone who was in the vicinity. Shrieks and wails started to become more noticeable, only drowned by the thudding bass and moans of their captors. My gaze followed around the tables as multiple men and women had grabbed the nearest or prettiest staff and begun having their way with them.
Elephant Mask abused the man in front of me, as if he were putting on a show for me. The next thing I knew, the blood dripped down his backside and the elephant’s cock was shoved inside. The pleas for help were the worst part to watch. My jaw ticked as I gritted my teeth and stared on. Death wouldhave been better for the poor bastard as the fatso degraded him, punching him in the ribs as he continued to rape his ass. I couldn’t tell if the blood pooling on the floor was from the open wounds on his backside or if it was from the tearing of his rectum.
Frozen and unable to look away, I watched. Every thrust was another stab with that broken glass shard, each movement more uncoordinated than the previous. The moaning from this dick was that of a dying whale. Eventually, the poor soul beneath the masked man passed out from the blood loss or the pain. I sent a prayer to God that he died on that table.
“Oh yes! That’s the spot,” the words were shouted by the disgusting excuse of a human as he pulled out shooting cum on his victim.
He winked at me like I didn’t just watch him stab and rape a guy and then sauntered off towards the bar. Someone in a black suit came over and checked the servant’s pulse. The anger that crossed before he picked the guy up over his shoulder was brief but there.
Bang!
The Elephant Man hit the marble floor with a thud. The music stopped along with everyone else in the middle of fucking, gorging or other debauchery.
“As guest’s in Midas’ kingdom you will treat your playthings as they are marked, if you have not paid to play then do not touch. Now if anyone else wants to break a rule I have bullets left, a knife up my dress and at least four guys that will gladly lend me a weapon,” Mia’s voice rang out.
I was too stunned to move as I stared at her figure. It was the first time we’d seen each other since high school. Her eyes werecovered by a half mask like the servant’s; however, it was red with markings on it. I wasn’t sure from this far away.
“I’ve got a knife you can have honey,” someone spoke, and laughter rang out.
There was silence as she strolled up to the man, her eyes gleaming with an unknown emotion in them, stopping in front of the dude she promptly pulled his pants off. His dick stood proudly as it jutted into her face; it looked like a worm.
Mia’s knife came up as she sliced the foreskin off his dick; blood splattered across her mask. The smirk that had been plastered on his face turned into a bloodcurdling scream. “I like my knives like I like my men, clean cut,” She gripped his balls in her hand, spat on his dick and shoved him into the crowd. “Does anyone else feel like disrespecting Midas’ property?” She shouted as she turned in a circle, eyes locking with those who dared to look at her. Blood dripped down her face onto her lifted breasts. She was magnificent.
“Oh Sweetheart this is a party, let the guests have a little fun,” Midas’ deep voice came out of the crowd as he gripped her waist. It was off-putting as I shifted to stand and get a better view.
His mask was of pure gold, full face and detailed line art within the gold must have cost a pretty penny. He whispered something in her ear, and her face fell for half a second before she weaved through the crowd.
I went to follow behind, but a hand on my shoulder stopped me. “Where are you off to so soon?” Grandma’s voice, clear and authoritative.
“Bathroom,” I pushed out. Fuck, I was bad at lying, and this woman was a viper. I still couldn’t believe I was related to this bitch, or that I had such a debt with her.
