At first, I was confused, but then it got even crazier.
"So you're telling me I'm your slave and I'm dead?"
It turns out the snack I ate was like a contract with the queen of Hell's Burger, and once I tasted it, my body and soul belonged to her.
"Yep, now you have to obey me and work for me."
That wasn't such bad news; I did need a job, but being a slave wasn't exactly on my dream job list.
It was hard to believe what this girl was saying, even though I had just vomited a lot of blood.
"Alice, right? Not that I'm doubting you, but what the hell did you smoke?"
Looking at me, she gestured toward my neck, indicating I had something.
I went to the nearest mirror in my room; there it was, a leather collar with the initials HB around my neck.
"Oh, go f*** yourself! I'm going to be sodomized and mistreated now. Jesus Christ."
"Doesn't sound like a bad idea to me," she said with a sadistic grin.
"What the hell!?"
"Come on, follow me."
As she locked the door behind us, she was waiting on her motorcycle. Her helmet was black, with flame designs and little horns, and the logo on the back read "Hell's Burger."
"Hop on."
I got on the bike and couldn't help but notice her slim waist. I adjusted myself carefully on the back and held on lightly.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Well, I guess I don't want to die again."
She looked back at me, and in that moment, I realized I had crossed the line between dominant and submissive.
"What the hell am I thinking!"
We arrived at Hell's Burger and I have to say, the place was beautiful and enticing; I'd never imagine it was a burger joint, especially since it only had girls working there and everyone was wearing collars.
"Welcome to Hell's Burger."
A sweet, captivating voice caressed my ears. A woman with long white hair, red eyes, and a stunning figure stood before us.
"Holy crap, what a rack!"
"Shut up!"
With those words, my lips zipped shut as if a zipper was keeping me from speaking.
"What the hell is this? I can't talk."
Alice was leading me to a back room; right at the door, it said, "Everything that makes you happy is our source of power."
The room was large and dark; there was a chair surrounded by several stacked skulls, and the only light came from a window illuminating the space.
Sitting across from us was a short-haired, wavy-haired man in a black suit, legs crossed, reading a book.
His gaze was so powerful that even with my head down, I could feel an energy making my legs weak.
I could barely keep my eyes on him; all I could manage was to focus on the book title, which was in a language I didn't recognize, maybe Hebrew.
"Welcome, Carlos," he said, closing the book and slowly lifting his head. "My name is Krohlik."
"What a gay vibe this guy has," I thought as I struggled to speak.
Snapping his fingers, whatever was keeping me silent vanished.
Krohlik began to draw in the air as if writing something.
"Besides being gay, he's twenty-two."
After finishing, a transparent paper appeared with small, unreadable red letters.
"Go to this place."
After that, on the chair, there was just the book.
"Wow, the dude disappeared."
Alice approached the chair, grabbed the note, and sat down, crossing her legs and resting one hand on her chin.
"Wow, she's got some nice thighs," I thought, shaking the paper and my legs in sync.
"Carlos, you're making this delivery," she said. "Go to the kitchen and grab an order," tossing the paper to me.
"Seriously, I'm a delivery boy now?"
"Shut up and go, unless you want your hole violated."
"Where's the kitchen?"
It was early Wednesday morning; the game had ended and fans were still celebrating and making noise in the bars over Brazil's victory.
"Jesus Christ, working is no fun! Even I, who died, am doing this."
And to think I'd normally be watching some camgirl on Bhaburate, and now I'm here being a delivery boy, heading to a place I have no clue about.
The GPS was guiding me through unknown streets, which wasn't too hard since I spent most of my days sitting in front of a computer.
The streets were well-kept and lit; it was probably an upscale neighborhood, just looking at the big houses and the European architecture with large yards and lawns.
"Wow, what a strange neighborhood is this?"
The lack of walls intrigued me at first.
"What kind of place is this?"
The path was right, but an odd feeling of danger kept making my heart race.
What was strange? What could I possibly be afraid of? I'm already dead.
"You've arrived at your destination."
I was standing in front of that unconventional house; I'd never imagine something like this around here, or was I teleported out of Brazil?
"What burger could they be serving here?"
"Will it be the queen's lips?"
It looked like a castle.
Number 665; there were statues right at the front of the house, acting like guards at the entrance; spotlights on the ground lit the path to the door.
And an overwhelming feeling that something good was not coming from this place.
"Now I'm really screwed."
I locked the bike, grabbed the bag, and walked up to the door to deliver the order, but before I could knock, a woman with her breasts out and a rubber dick came to receive the order.
"Holy shit!"