TW: explicit language, sexual explicit scenes, sexual assault, drugs and alcohol, explicit violent scenes, gun violence, emotional and physical manipulation, dub-con, mentions of cults, blood and blood play, knife play (I'll update the list as the story goes on, please feel free to point out if I've missed one, thank you and enjoy!)
2.
I might have been a loner but each time I got into a crowd to dance - I came alive. Despite having a rather large group of friends thanks to Amy, I had always felt like an outcast. Not with my best friend, she made me feel at home, yet when the group gathered, they all seemed to be a part of something I could never understand.
The heavy beats and bass vibrated through me as the girls and I danced pressed together, soon joined by Ben and his squad. Amy and Ben immediately got together and stepped away to dance, leaving the rest of us on our own.
From time to time, I glanced over at the tall stranger, arms still crossed, leaning against a wall. I wondered what he was waiting for, he wasn't talking to anyone or looking for friends. He just stood there and-
"God, you're such a tease when you dance like that," a warm breath brushed my neck from behind and I immediately stepped away in utter disgust, shaking and frowning.
Brad stood there, surrounded by his friends dancing, oblivious as to what was going on a couple of feet away from them. They had been ignoring his behavior for years, but I wouldn't put up with him any longer.
Reluctantly, I walked away from the dancefloor, and back to the deserted bar where I ordered a drink to drown my annoyance. I didn't want to leave the party early and let him win, that night was important to Amy and I'd stayed as long as she wanted me to. Yet I couldn't stay around this asshole and risking him to grope me.
Sitting down, I sipped my drink as I looked around, searching for the stranger from earlier but noticed that he was gone, probably headed home at last. Good for him.
The VIP section was the upper floor of the club, having its own dancefloor, booths, tables and bar, but as I waited for Brad to get away, I was surprised to see another floor above us, a massive gigantic balcony overlooking the area and the entire club.
And standing up there was the stranger, next to probably one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen. He stood there, forearms resting against the railing, like a king watching over his people, his kingdom. I found myself unable to look away from him, even in the dim lights of the club, he looked like a deity.
He seemed to be just about the same height and built as his companion, but the resemblance ended there. If the first one looked like raw violence, rage incarnate, the second's features were pristine - almost boyish, even with the lines and symbols inked on his face, his square jaw and pinkish hair.
I couldn't help but compare him to a modern version of Lucifer, unable to tell if he was an angel or the devil himself. One look had been enough to captivate me entirely, making the club and the rest of the crowd disappear for a second.
The guy from earlier stood by him like a bodyguard and I wondered if they owned the place before realizing that both men were looking right back at me, their gazes burning through the club's atmosphere, pink haired Lucifer smirking down at me.
Looking away, cheeks burning from the embarrassment, I turned back to the dance floor, where a very insistent Brad was coming back towards me.
"Fuck," I breathed, jumping off my stool to run away to the ladies' room, but he was quicker and got ahold of me before I reached the door. His hand wrapped around my arm and squeezed a little too hard, causing me to wince in pain.
"You're staying right here, you little bitch," he spat, pulling me against his chest and scurrying me towards the men's bathroom.
"Let go," I cried, fighting his hold on me with all the strength I had.
It wasn't the first time Brad had tried to get me alone, we often ended up attending the same parties. But this time, my throat closed in horror and fear as he shoved me inside the men's room, locking the door behind us. The bathroom was desperately empty, no one there to hear me scream for help. Our friends were too wasted or too busy having fun to notice one of us had disappeared.
By the time he'd be done with me, no one would've noticed, I thought, horrified. I walked backwards until my back hit the wall, where he cornered me.
"Please, don't…" I shrunk against the wall, wishing I could merge with the tiles and disappear.
"Don't what?" He asked, running a finger down my exposed chest. "Take what I'm owed, after all those years?" He frowned, his foul, alcohol stenched breath brushing my face, dangerously close to mine.
"I'm not-" I began, whispering and tilting my head away from his.
In a heartbeat, one of his hands grabbed my hair and smacked the back of my head against the wall and I saw stars - his other hand wrapped around my mouth, his hips painfully pinning me in place.
The pain at the back of my head radiated through my skull in waves, I could barely open my eyes anymore, much less fight back against Brad's assaults. Tears pooled down my cheeks as I braced myself through the pain and Brad's slimy lips on my chest, his fingers digging in my cleavage.
A loud crashing noise split my painful brain in half, I winced in pain, cursing Brad, but his hands and mouth had disappeared from my body. I was free. The next second, I dropped on the floor, surprisingly comfortable and warm, before I passed out.
I woke up what felt like a split second later on what felt like a leather couch, the music from the club snuffed out as if I was in a soundproof room. I sat up abruptly, reviving the pain in my skull and quietly crying out in pain. A few seconds later, the pain settled down and I managed to open my eyes at last.
I was sitting in a dimly lit room, all black and chrome furniture and decorations like the rest of the club, but it looked more like a private room than another part of the club.
I enjoyed the quiet for a second before I remembered why I was there in the first place. Brad, the bathroom, the crashing noise. Looking down at my dress, I noticed someone had removed the pink sash and replaced it with a large black suit jacket that had kept me warm.
On the couch next to me was an ice pack, probably placed over my head as I was passed out. Frowning, I looked around, finally realizing where I was, right when the two strangers entered the room, knuckles covered in blood.