'What should I do? What should I do?'
I clenched and unclenched my fists nervously. We were out of the compound, walking toward the parking lot where Shelly kept her car. My sister knew whom to befriend.
"I left something behind at the bar," I mentioned to the girls, my mind racing as I meticulously pieced together my plan.
"We can wait for you," Shelly offered. She was a nice girl, but I had no idea how long it would take me. It would depend on the guys' reactions.
"No, it's fine. I will take a walk, I feel like I have been gaining fat lately," I made up something on top of my head. I do my best to work out three times a week and I have quite a skinny build, but I will just let them think I'm on the highway to anorexia. People rarely worry about it when it comes to guys.
Actually, 20% of those who suffer from that disorder are males, which is much less than the females, but still a significant number. Did I already mention that I'm majoring in Psychology?
"Alright, be careful," Merry patted my shoulder in a way that made me believe she entrusted me with something. Back to the matter at hand, the girls walked away, and I stood at the entrance, working up every drop of courage in my body for immediate use. It was probably a weird sight for onlookers who just saw a young guy hesitating to enter a karaoke bar.
"I'm part of the guests of room eleven," I told the receptionist who didn't ask, unsure whether she remembered me from when we signed in or not. "Do you have cameras inside the rooms?" I asked.
"Yes, you can visit the security office at the back if you need anything," she pointed in a general direction and returned to her phone. Perhaps it was my simple outfit that made her uninterested in what I had to say, but it was not time to confront her about it or ask her to call for her boss.
'They must have paid the guards to disable it just like they paid the waiter to put whatever it was in the girls' drinks,' I concluded quickly, knowing that it wouldn't help to go to the security office. In this setting, every second counted, and they could do many horrible things if I wasted those precious seconds on asking for help from a collaborator of the rich guys.
I took out my phone and turned on the camera in video mode, enabling the flash as well. With a deep breath, I pushed the door slightly open and listened.
"No, we agreed that Nyssa is mine while you guys take the others. It's not my fault you failed, I won't share her!"
Thankfully, they were still arguing if it should be a single assault or a gang one, meaning I was not too late.
"Stop being so stingy, the room was ordered by me, and I paid off the guards and waiters to turn a blind eye to our actions. If you let me in, we can't just leave Toby behind, so he obviously gonna participate too," Steven told his jealous friend.
"As if I need your money, my parents are just as rich as yours!"
Parents' wealth. It was a weird way to compare sizes, but who am I to judge? Maybe I dislike this game because I'd lose most matches.
"Stop arguing, it's not like she is going to be with you after she learns you raped her. Let's not waste time here and do it. You can have her first if you want," Toby intervened, and it was too much for me.
"Stop!"
I barged in and aimed my phone at them in the dark room. The lights were off and the only lighting came from the screen, subtle lights that turned colors as the video progressed.
"Huh?"
The three looked at me intently, shading their eyes from the flashlight and making me feel quite nervous. But it was time for me to wear an imaginary cape and become a hero; I wouldn't step back at this point.
"Isn't it Nick? Do you want to be beaten to death? Fuck off and go back home if you want to stay alive," Steven cursed.
I ignored him, looking around me to find Nyssa. She slipped off the couch to her knees and was bent over the short table, taking a natural vulnerable pose. Her clothes were on and I remember her sitting there, so I knew she took that stance all on her own and the dirty fellas didn't lay their hands on her yet.
"I won't let you attack her, I know you roofied her drink! I only need to click one button to stream this video online, and everyone will know of your crime. I told that to the security guards as well, they already turned on the cameras!"
Once I started shouting, a flow of lies flew out of my mouth harder than a waterfall. It sounded so logical even I believed in my words for a moment. In truth, I had no idea how to quickly upload a video to the internet. Hell, I didn't even use any social media other than chatting apps!
"Put that phone down, Nick," Jack hissed, "You were here, she asked to stay here with us out of her own volition."
"Shut up, Red-Face! I told you, the waiter already confessed to drugging her cup on camera!" I yelled back with increasing confidence in my bullshit. Since I was already picking up trouble, I might as well grow a pair and offend him while I'm at it. Besides, his face did turn redder with my words, so I think it was a decent name. It felt great taking it out of my chest.
"Do you want to die?! I will break every part of your bones if you don't kneel and apologize right now!"
"Jack, wait," Steven quickly stopped him from approaching, fearing I'd upload the videos I lied I had. "Fine, we will leave, but you must give us proof you deleted everything tomorrow. Otherwise, even if we are thrown into jail, we would still make sure your family will be miserable forever."
"Deal," I let out a breath of relief. Things went much smoother than in my imagination. I forgot those guys weren't veteran criminals as they were horny spoiled kids who thought they deserved everything but were afraid of any actual repercussions.
"You will regret this one day," Jack muttered to me as he passed, colliding his shoulder against mine as a final act of defiance.
"Nyssa! Let me help you, I'm so glad you are ok!" I called and ran to the kneeling girl as soon as the other three slammed the door behind them. However, a surprise awaited me. She turned her icy blue eyes toward me, and I could swear they were perfectly focused.
"Mhm," she groaned, and she didn't sound pleased.
"Here's a cup of water, I think it will help you. Merry already called your family, so once they are here we can take you to the hospital. I'm afraid you took three doses of roofie," I explained the situation, hoping some of it would nestle in her mind and help her understand what was going on.
"Enough," she said, slapping my hand away and letting the cup shatter on the ground, splashing water all over the carpet.
"Nyssa?" I looked at her carefully, seeing her beautiful eyes giving me a piercing gaze that seemed to try to cut me up. She looked nothing like a drugged girl.
"Why would you take a risk to save me?" She asked in a weird mix of helplessness and something else. She tried to take a step forward but stumbled to the side ungracefully. I guess the drug did have some effect.
"What… what do you mean?"
"Ah… not like they could do anything to me... but the forced play could go a little longer before I had to stop them..."
I gaped widely as soon as I heard her words. She knew! She knew everything! She wasn't even badly drugged, maybe she took something that canceled the effect or something!
She was into it?!
Being forced was her turn-on? The beautiful woman I admired… where is the justice in this world? I worked up the courage to invite her on a date, for what reason?
"You… were ok with it?" I stuttered, gripping the sofa in anger with my hand to keep my balance. My legs felt weak from the sense of betrayal.
"So? What do you want from me?" She threw her white hair behind her. She was still messy, and now her dress offered a glimpse of her mounds. They were perfectly round, just like I always imagined them. They were C cup, perhaps on the verge of D.
"I want you. Since this is what you like, you can't complain."
My mind in shambles, my hands trembling in fury, my body controlled by my rage. If that's what turns her on, then that's how I would claim her.
I pushed her down on the table and pulled her dress down, revealing one white breast with a small pinkish nipple that was more appetizing than a cherry on top of a cheesecake.