Chapter Three: Rohypnol and Red Stilettos
"Got him?"
"But of course, my dear"
"But are you quite suuuure he's the one that you've been looking for"
"Of course, he's a damn god, how could he not be"
"If he isn't, we may have to refer to plan B"
"Oh smush shut up you little thing. I'm having him and that's final"
"But what about the other one, boss?"
"What other one, manslave? And you must refer to me as Lady Grell and Lady… oh my, you're right. It could be either of them"
"Best take them both in"
"Yes, great idea, manslave, mmhmmhhhhhhhhhhhhm. Now get out of my sight before I ravish you like I did last night eeheehheheheehehehe…"
"Yes, my lady"
Sebastian couldn't tell whether it was the drugs, the blindfold, or the fact that he appeared to be tied up in a giant cardboard birthday cake that had made him think that something was up. Or maybe it was the cheap kink handcuffs, or the fact that he was completely naked and appeared to be suffering from astute ball injuries. Either way, something was fucking up shit and it wasn't the shit troll for once. Which made him wonder… where the hell was he? And why was he getting the feeling that he was in a strip club? And where the fuck was Will? And why did he get the feeling that he didn't really care?
It was a good few minutes before he saw daylight, if he could call it that, for it was in fact just really bad red strobe lighting which fucked up his vision even more than usual, and stopped him from seeing much at all.
"Need a little help seeing, sugar?"
He couldn't really see where it came from, but a strange claw-like but simultaneously perfectly manicured hand reached out and pulled him up out of his box and into the light. He wasn't so much bothered that he was naked, alone and sexually vulnerable, but rather that there was a guy in a dress and it really did not go with his shoes oh my god. Sebastian had a good gaydar, it was world renowned, but his signal began to get fuzzy and fluctuated a little when he came face to face to this… Man? Woman? Shemale? Beast?
Fuck this, he thought, it's not like I had much going on in my calendar anyway, I just need to give the poor…thing a lap dance and leave, is all, then I can get on with my boring life and forget this ever happened.
But of course, as stories often do, the plot fucked up Sebastian's little life, and once he was out of the box, he found that he had been tightly bound in red lace gift ribbon, and he was sure there were gift tags on his nipples. His blindfold had been removed, but in its place, the shemalemanbeast whatshisface had placed its clawy hand over his eyes, and through the slits Sebastian could see a sea of faces in masquerade, staring at his junk, laughing, and silently judging the size of his testicles
"Welp." he said ,"So much for leaving."