Spence's POV:
"Come here, kid." One of the men called me in. He was naked all over, except his waist which was barely covered.
"Can I leave, brother? I am... Not feeling well." I said as words choked in my mouth. The smell of the alcohol was making me nauseous.
He walked towards me and grabbed my arm with his strong hands, pulling me towards the crowd. "They will please you tonight." He whispered in my ears, sending a chill down my spine.
"Head over here and don't worry about anything!" A guy from the crowd spoke up. He had an unusual high pitched voice.
The crowd was crazy, to say the least. It only consisted of men, who were barely dressed. Broken bottles of alcohol were piled near the coffee table in the center of the room, which was filled with open packets of cheap drinking snacks.
I wanted to run out of the place, but could feel countless eyes digging the back of my head.
"Hey! Let's hype the music!" Someone exclaimed.
It was a lean boy, who was now walking towards the sound system, increasing the volume of the music to maximum. The beats were making my heart shake.
They didn't seem harmful until one person showed up.
I felt someone knock heavily on the wooden door, as my back was slightly rested on it. I could feel the pangs of fear go down my spine.
"Open the door and let them join in." The bulky man from before said.
I turned around and pushed the latch of the door cautiously, pulling it back to reveal the figure standing outside. He was the last person I wished to see.
"Oh it's Allen sir!" The bulky man exclaimed and rushed towards him.
"How are you doing, Harry?" He asked flashing the fakest bright smile on his face.
"I'm good, sir. The subject you have brought today is not cooperative." He said, shooting a sharp glance at me.
"I will tame him right away." He entered the room and shut the door behind himself.
Walking towards me, he muttered something that I couldn't erase from deepest pits of of my memories.
"If we rich don't dispose waste, trash like you wouldn't be born. You filthy people survive on our disacards."
The whole crowd erupted with laughter.
I was definitely scared, but somehow I felt the feeling of anger grow stronger inside me. I glared at him intently.
"Darling, now come and join us." The effeminate man from before came to me and grabbed my wrist.
With my fury at its peak, I had lost control on my conscious mind. I was being ruled by my subconscious, which wouldn't tolerate injustice.
I rolled over my wrist around his palm and grabbed his' instead, twisting it sharply at an angle. A scream escaped his mouth, which satisfied my craving soul.
I pushed Allen on to the floor and threw my naked body on him, crushing him beneath me. When even that couldn't fulfill my heart, I picked up a few morsels of snacks and rubbed it onto his eyes, causing him to scream like an injured stray dog.
I sat upright on his torso and yelled, "The scraps that the rich discard is nothing less than poison for people like me." I said as I spat on him a few times, as tears brimmed in my eyes.
Which wasn't a good idea.
Seeing me fall weak, the bulky man grabbed me from behind and dragged me to the sofa. Some other people came along and grabbed my hands, while the others clasped my legs. I could do nothing but cry, as tears were already streaming down my cheeks. I stared at the coffee table, searching for the key to my escape.
I saw Allen get up and dust his shirt, as he turned towards me, "You can't buy this shirt even if you sell yourself!" He yelled, causing everyone there to be astonished.
Everyone held me down as the boss climbed on my torso, staring at me. I noticed a wild, thirsty beast in his eyes. "Poison you say, huh? I'll show you what poison is." He muttered as he moved closer to my face. I could feel the touch of his breath on my neck.
He got up for a moment and turned around, with my face now beneath his legs. My heart beat began to race as he unzipped his pants, revealing his member in full glory.
Others were mesmerized, I was shocked.
He moved it closer to my face, as I felt his filthy organ brush past my nose occasionally. He looked down at me and inserted his fingers in my loosely closed mouth, as he looked up to face the others. I tilted my face upwards to see the crowd videotaping me.
"No... Please stop." I begged them as tears streamed down my cheeks.
Suddenly, the boss thrusted on my face, inserting his member inside my mouth. I began to gasp for air, as I felt my lungs collapse. However, no one seemed to care.
Suddenly, I felt a salty liquid gush inside my mouth. It was a quick movement and I thought it must be blood. I began squirting the liquid out from the corners of my blocked mouth. However, seeing the color made me freeze solid. It was a mixture of opaque white and yellow. My eyes widened in shock.
I wasn't sure about the first but I was definitely certain about the latter.