Key Ten: Stud:
I can’t control myself.
I don’t want to do this. Aizen’s making me do it. My heart raced as I saw Ophelia pale bare back. The laughter and howls around me sounded so distant. Her pleas can’t reach me.
“Please don’t do this, Allen,” she begs.
I remembered how I ended up here.
I awoke when I heard my cage unlocking. Road stood in the doorway, grinning at me. What could she be so happy about today? She grabbed me by the hair and dragged me out of my cage. For forty-five minutes, Road didn’t speak. By now, I expected her to do her worse on me. However, she stuffed a thick black bag over my head. The sounds around my head sounded so muzzled around me.
Elevator doors opened.
Footsteps and dragging.
Buttons being pressed.
The cab started riding downwards.
The cab stops and the doors opened.
More footsteps and dragging.
A door opens.
More footsteps and dragging.
Road speaking to somebody.
Footsteps out the door.
The bag was finally ripped off of my head. It didn’t take me long to figure out where I was by the smell of that jasmine perfume. All of the female angels stared at me with big eyes. I sat up when I recognized three faces in the crowd.
“Ophelia? Alma? Marion?” I asked. I froze when a sharp pain cut into my back. The more I could smell that awful perfume, the more the pain increased. It didn’t help that the angels were whispering to each other.
“Is he going to be in the show with us?”
“Is he okay?”
“I don’t like who those twins are planning with him.”
“Why would they add a man in the show?”
“What are they going to do with him?
The pain spread through my limbs. Aizen was reacting to the perfume in the air. This isn’t good. I remembered how much that creature loved sex. Plus, I am surrounded by mostly naked women. I looked around for an escape route.
“What are you doing here?” someone hissed in my ear. My eyes shifted to my right. Ophelia sat next to me, glaring. I about jumped and fell backwards.
“I was dragged down here,” I whispered. “What are you doing here?” I gave her a strange look as she lowered her eyes.
“I was asleep in one of the hiding spaces on the fifth floor and then I woke up here,” she admitted.
“Oh,” I said in a low voice. “So… why are we here?”
“The floor show,” another voice said. I looked up to see Marion eyeing me.
“What is the floor show?” I asked. She opened her mouth when we heard footsteps.
“Hello everyone!” Jasdero’s voice filled the backstage area. “Are we ready for the show?” None of the angels said a word. It bit my lower as Aizen moved to my chest. However, a pair of eyes rested on mine.
“Good, the stud’s here,” Jasdero’s voice said. He snapped his fingers. “Everyone get him ready!” I didn’t’ get a chance to look around as four pairs of arms grabbed mine and dragged me away to a booth. I only heard the curtains close when they undressed me. The booth was dark, but I could feel Aizen frantically crawling around in my body as a cold, wet cloth was rubbed all over my skin. A pair of tight leather pants were forced onto my legs. I could barely feel the lower half of my body.
“Black or red?” a raspy voice asked.
“Black looks better on him,” another voice said.
“Hm, I think you’re right. Mistress Road will certainly love this.”
“He’ll make the perfect M.”
My eyes widened as tight, warmed leather was fastened around my neck. A cool breeze hit my skin as the curtain was opened. Jasdero grinned as he clapped his hands.
“Perfect,” he said. “This is going to be one hell of a show.” A small radio crackled on his hip.
“Yeah?” he answered.
“You ready back there?” Devit’s voice filled the air. “It’s time to start.”
“Yes! In fact, the stud is ready as well.”
“Excellent. Bring them on stage.”
“Roger!” Jasdero and three other monsters hurried from the dressing room.
Now, I am about to commit the ultimate betrayal with thousands of eyes on me. Ophelia’s head is forced downwards to the stage. I was forced to watch her like this last month. Only, I was about to be the one to violate her. My lips began to trembled as I walked over to the friend I was trying to save out of this city.
“Don’t make me do this. Don’t make me do this. Don’t make me do this,” I muttered. The worst part is that I can’t control myself. It won’t be long before Aizen takes over and I give into its sexual desires. A tear ran down my cheek.
Forgive me, Ophelia.
My feet came on either side of her before I sank down on her. In the crowd, I could feel Road’s eyes on me, waiting for the sword to fall on my fragile trust that I tried to rebuild between Ophelia.