Warning: Mention of Rape. If you are uncomfortable with the subject, do not read. Thank you. -NN
Her fingers dug into the carpet of the suite, hands hasty to clean out the mess between the fibers, attempting to find the drug that would calm her.
Moving to sweep the bed that loomed over her small silhouette, she paid little mind to the bodily fluid that had since dried on the sheet. Instead, letting out a cry of frustration at coming back empty handed, moving her body to crawl toward the night stand, her brown eyes made contact with the carefully rolled up drug by the corner of the stand meeting the wall.
Outstretching her limbs to hungrily retrieve the product that had cost her a hefty sum, she placed it on her perfectly plump lips, reaching blindly for the small box of matches by the counter. Igniting the delicious end of the stick from its dormant state, she breathed in allowing its fumes to waft past her lubricated throat.
Heaven was the place she found herself in with the occupation relished most in this world. Moving her back to rest comfortably at the corner of the night stand, she sluggishly slumped down, her olive toned legs pulled to her torso to support her weight.
As the drug overtook her senses, she failed to notice the sudden thump that echoed through the open door. She failed to notice the masculine cry that shrieked its way into the room. Failing to notice the thrashing of a man bent over the bed whilst another had his way with him. No... all she took into account was the way her cigarette slowly diminished in size as she puffed, registering every small sound as white noise, rocking forward she became startled by her eyes finding another's. A man whom contained a petrified face as he was being pounded into mouthed the word 'help' to her, tears rolling down his face as his mouth was open from the horrid insertion.
She recognized him. In her haze, she could not comprehend his expression, instead viewing the finer details of his face. Drifting her detached gaze towards the other occupant in the room, she found the pleasured face of Cesar Lockwood, eyes closed and head tilted upward as he rocked his body into the man.
Opening her mouth, she unconsciously let out a giggle, one that carried out through the room. Everything abruptly paused, the man of danger halting mid-stroke as he came upon the realization that they were not alone. Looking straight ahead, his view was captured by a woman whom peeked out from the night stand. Half her face being shown with a smile, as she watched them, her arm plopped on her knee holding a joint identifying her activity.
She startled him. Having been caught on an action he strived never to show anyone, her stare penetrated his very core. Upheld by the distraction, his grip loosened on his most favored capture, giving the man below him an advantage in breaking free. No sooner had his attention shifted, that he felt a force push past him and out the door, stumbling out to the corridors and letting out a shriek so deep into the night.
Cursing at the attention the little red haired fag brought to the pleasure room, he moved towards the drugged up woman, finally recognizing her as the assistant of Ms. Lilith Luther.
Roughly pulling her up by the arm, he yanked the joint away from her clenched fingers to his own. Bringing it to his thin lips, he let the smoke drift into his lungs and let the drug overtake him.