Crazy Night

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 Aeon

 I drag milk girl into the red dimly lit room, the day's events flashing through my mind. I can't help but shudder at the reality of what just happened. Of the world I now belong to. 

I lay her on the bed, watching her blood soaked dress mess the sheets. I have a great foreboding about this. Whatever this is.

 Milk girl opens her eyes at that moment and her gaze lands on me. Before I can register what is happening, she's already on my neck, giving me lucid kisses all over.

" Mister, I'm burning. I feel..."

" Calm...down." the words are very difficult to say out loud. My jaw still hurts like crazy and I just noticed I might have a fractured rib too. This drug is coming at the wrong time. Otherwise.... I shake the thought out of my head. 

" Mister, please touch me, hold me, I I need you." Her voice is slurry and her cheeks are rosy. She's tearing at my chest, I can see little blood stains through my top. 

Swiftly, I rush into the bathroom and draw a cold bath. She'll have to soak in that to reduce the drug's effects. I head back to the room to see her cowering on the floor. 

Milk girl sprang up when she saw me, a glazed, hungry look in her eyes. Uh oh, I thought. The effects of this drug is strong. I will have to strip her myself. She possibly won't wait for me to get the help.

 I grabbed her when she came close to me, holding her firmly to the bed. I peeled off the blood soaked gown, keeping my eyes glued to the dress. When it's off, I look at her squirming figure. Her smooth skin is tinted red with blood patches here and there. Her busts are full, their peaks pointy in the lacy bra.

 I swallow hard.

 Damn that bitch for beating me up! I would have been justified to have fun. I hesitate a bit, but then pull off the bra. A gasp catches in my throat. I can feel my dick hard already, giving me hungry twitches.

" I know buddy, but how do I move with a ribcage like this?" I sigh, shaking my head. 

My hands travel to her panties, toying with the idea of pulling them off and having her right there. I don't. Her hands grab mine and press them to her busts and I retract them with shock. I have to stop fantasizing and take her to the bath now.

 Carrying her bridal style, I take her to the bathroom and make to ease her into the tub. 

 "What?"

Milk girl had held on tightly to me and refused letting go, dragging me down into the tub with her. I raise myself from the water, I'm sure she'd be dead by now if looks could kill.

 " It's cold mister, I don't want water. I want you.."

I gulp in hard. She looks so irresistibly cute and seductive I want to kiss her. I'm feeling conflicted when her face closes into mine and I can't move for a second. Then there is a sweet burning pain in my mouth.

Milk girl just kissed me!

 " Ouch Dammit! Don't you know that hurts?" I yell, pulling back from her.

" But mister... you're so cute."

Cute?

Oh no. Resisting her is going to be harder than I expected.

 * * * *

 Ronald

 " Boss, we've dumped the bodies."

 " Where?" Ronald asked, rubbing his brows tiredly.

 " Just outside the family's estate Boss."The subordinate answered.

 " Good. You can leave now. Hope you wiped every trace?"

" Yes Boss, although dumping the body there is like asking for immediate trouble. I worry they won't spare us."

The room rattled with a great bang,the subordinate's body hitting the wall with a crash.

" How dare you talk back at me?"

Ronald was livid. It was rare to see him in this mood. How dare this low life voice out his fears? This was the first time he was working with that man and he was asking him to court death. Even if he refused, the man would come after him and destroy him in a jiffy. His friend's life was also on the line.

Ronald roared with frustration and anger, making the other men shiver with terror. They knew what would happen. The Boss would probably beat their leader up with his bare hands until his anger subsided.

Nobody would hear the screams. This was why the room was called the Dark Room.

The dark room was used to torture people and the walls were filled with different torture tools. Muffled struggling could be heard from a dimly lit corner, almost completely inconspicuous to the other subordinates.

They were scared soulless, but one thing was sure. Their leader was never going to make it out. Alive.

 * * * *

 Mira

When I woke up, I had no idea of what had happened last night. My head was foggy and heavy and I felt very disoriented. I remember drinking at the bar with someone I had offended but that's all. 

The room was empty, Rude guy wasn't there. I'm sitting on the bed now, staring down at my body. I'm in a large oversized pyjamas, my hair tied up in a ponytail. That's odd. I never tie my hair in ponytails before bed. I can't even remember putting these on.

My legs wobble as I try to walk down to the kitchen. Maybe I got too drunk yesterday. I'm at the door when it opens and Rude guy comes in, Mary behind him with a food tray.

" Hello wife, you're awake." He speaks so slowly with difficulty that I almost can't hear him. 

Wait, are those bruises on his face? What really happened yesterday?

 " Mister, good morning to you too. Why... what happened yesterday?" I ask hesitantly. I hope I kept out the joy in my voice because right now, I feel very happy. It isn't everytime you see an arrogant scumbag like him beaten up so badly.

His lips curve into a bitter smile, an evil glint crossing his eyes.

" What wife? You don't remember? We had crazy fun last night, I even walked into a door afterwards."

"What?" My voice is a yell.

" Oh, can't you see? You're dressed in my pyjamas and my marks are all over you." He replies, smiling lazily. 

Although his words are a bit slurred, they are loud enough to be heard.

I can see Mary blushing with a smile behind him, still holding the food tray.

" What nonsense are you spouting?" I ask, my face burning with shame and anger. " Mary, quickly, drop the tray and leave." I order, trying to hide my flushed face.

" Yes Mary, drop the tray but don't leave, bring your Madam over to the mirror." Rude guy says, walking towards the large wall mirror.

Before I can protest, Mary is already dragging me over to the mirror.

" Wife, look at your neck. What signs are those?"

I look closely at my neck and my eyes widen with horror. There are hickeys and bite marks all over.

" I told you we had a crazy night, the evidence is all over your body. Do you want to check your breasts? They're on my chest too." Rude guy remarks, an evil smirk on his face.

Mary is looking down with shame for me and I know my face is as red as a tomato.

" You pervert! How dare you take advantage of me?" I yell, glaring at him. We.. he.. really... Oh no.

" Me? Take advantage? It's the other way round. You see, you took advantage of me. I have a video to prove it. Wanna see?" He smiles sweetly, scorn in his eyes.

I'm feeling so terrible I can't stay in this room. I run outside, tears blurring my vision. I can't believe I did that with him. 

I don't want to stay around him, I want to be as far away as possible.