Chapter 6
Lucky
Like I was waking up from a tequila hangover, my head pounded even before I opened my eyes. When I finally did, everything was fuzzy. My eyes were on a strange, ugly ceiling with Styrofoam, makeshift tiles that had been corroded with mold.
My hands…my fucking hands were cuffed to the bed. My ankles too. I was spread eagle and naked on a mattress, alone, in what appeared to be some sort of storage closet. My cock was soft and practically nonexistent, like a turtle hiding away in its shell, and I feared the door would crash open at any moment and my frat brothers would be snapping pictures of me.
Yet, this didn’t seem like a frat joke and I was way past the pledge process. If this were some kind of brotherhood prank, I was going to kick some serious ass. No, this felt different. The place was filthy. The only other items in the room were two old folding metal chairs, a refrigerator, and a music stand.
A music stand?
Turning my head to the right as far as I could, I scanned the floor and saw two buckets.
“Hello!” I called out. “If this is a joke, I’m awake now. Let’s get it over with!”
Silence.
“Hello!” I yelled again. “Somebody get in here and fucking untie me. Paydirt! Greg! Bennie! If you guys are fucking with me, this is some fucked up shit!”
“Hello!” someone else yelled back.
It was a man’s voice.
“Is somebody there?” the other man yelled. “Please! Say something. Where are you?”
“I’m in a room!” I yelled. “I’m cuffed to a bed! Is this a fucking joke?!”
“Calm down,” the man said. “Yelling won’t get you anywhere. Believe me, I’ve tried. I’ve been here for a few weeks at least.”
“I don’t understand!” I yelled.
“Bianca brought me here!” he replied. “And her sister…Elena! Do you know them?”
“No!” I said.
“Someone’s here!” he yelled. “Stop talking.”
Footsteps echoed outside in the hallway, many of them. Some heavy like combat boots from military men. Others sounded softer, like a woman skipping, and it was accompanied by humming. Goosebumps rose on my skin.
My door creaked open barely wide enough for a body to slip through, and then one did. It was Natalia. She looked as gorgeous as always, in a yellow flowery dress and her hair pulled back into a ponytail.
“Hey love,” she said.
“Natalia, thank God,” I said. “Someone’s locked me…”
The grin on her face said it all. She was behind this. She stepped closer to me and put her fingers on my right shin. She walked her fingers slowly up my leg and up my thigh and over to my balls where she let her fingernails scrape me softly.
“What are you doing?” I asked. “Get me out of here, please. This isn’t funny.”
“I don’t want it!” I heard the other guy yell. “I said I don’t fucking want it.”
The sound of his refusal came in curses and loud shouts.
“Andrei!” the woman yelled. “He won’t drink it.”
Natalia smiled at me as we both listened to the struggle occurring next door. The man yelled and slammed his fists against his mattress as he fought to resist, before choking and gurgling.
“They’re gonna kill him!” I yelled. “Leave him alone!”
“Oh, shush,” Natalia said. “They won’t kill him. We need him. Like we need you.”
She reached down and stroked my cock.
“Get away from me,” I said.
She didn’t. She continued to play with me and my cock betrayed me as it began to grow in her hand. Even with my confused state, and severe discomfort, she still had that effect on me. She kept her eyes glued on mine as she lowered her mouth and wrapped her lips around me, sucking hard and stretching out my still elastic-like cock. She let it fall from her lips with a smack.
“Please,” I said again. “Whatever’s going on…if you ever felt anything for me…let me go. We can discuss this.”
She cackled with laughter and her expression changed. Her face went blank, like the life in her body, all goodness had been snuffed out. She’d become…a machine or…a demon. She didn’t look on me with human eyes.
“Discuss what?” she said. “I might have felt bad bringing you here if you actually gave a shit about me, but true to your frat boy, lady killer nature, you weren’t ready for that kind of commitment.”
“I love you,” I said. “I was just confused.”
“You’re a fucking liar,” she said. “See…I’ve been watching you for a long time. You’re not the first. You’re not even the second. It’s what we do. We find the right guy. Most of mine were at the club, but then I saw you with Dandy. Sweet, innocent, cute as hell little Dandelion. She loved you so fucking much. And you loved her too, I could tell. It actually made me want you more. I have to admit I was crushing on you at first. I wanted what you guys had, but you see, I can’t have that kind of lifestyle. I belong to Diablo Snuff.”
“What are you talking about?” I said. “I loved you. I wanted you. You could have that lifestyle with me.”
No fucking way in hell could she have it now, but I needed her to think she could. It was the only way I could see myself getting out of this situation.
“You don’t even know where I’m from,” she said with a laugh. “You think I’m fucking Russian.”
“You’re not Russian?” I asked.
“I’m fucking Romanian, you idiot.”
How the hell would I know that? She never corrected me all those times I’d referred to her as Russian. It finally hit me that she’d ruined mine and Dandy’s relationship.
“You were the one who called my mom,” I said. “You pretended to be Dandy.”
“Afraid so,” she said. “I never would have been able to snag you for myself and get you ready for this moment with that dingbat stuck to your arm. You two were inseparable. It was very frustrating.”
“And her textbook and the letters…all of it,” I said.
She smiled and smirked. The noise from next door had died down.
“Is he dead?” I asked.
“Who?”
“The guy next door who was screaming a minute ago,” I said.
“Not even close. In fact, he’s very much alive. Listen.”
Natalia stopped talking and I listened. The sound of the bed squeaking next door was loud. The woman moaning was even louder.
“I think that’s Bianca,” Natalia said.
“They’re having sex?” I asked.
“Lots and lots,” she said. “You will too. Don’t worry. With me and with other girls. You will, or you will suffer, and then you still will.”
“Why? Why are you doing this?”
“Have you ever heard of Diablo Snuff?” she asked.
I hadn’t. My silence answered her question.
“It’s…how do I say? It’s evil. That’s the best way to put it. It’s a very old organization and it’s going to destroy life as you know it. But it will happen slowly. You will be dead long before the end of this world. Most people will be. But Diablo Snuff will destroy it all in the end.”
“You’re sick,” I said. “You’re fucking sick.”
“You see,” she said. “Diablo Snuff has its claws in everything. We’re cleansing the world in so many ways, but in order to keep doing so, we need new soldiers. Fresh soldiers. And for that…we need your seed.”
“My seed?”
“Your cum, sweet boy,” she said. “Lots of it. Yours, your buddy’s next door, and the guys who came before you and who will come after you.”
“My seed,” I repeated, turning the word around in my head.
For a few seconds, she looked like the Natalia I’d fallen in love with. Her eyes softened and a frown formed on her lips. Her humanity had returned.
“With you, I tried to do it differently,” she said. “Diablo Snuff would never let me go, but I thought maybe if you gave it to me voluntarily…then maybe…maybe I wouldn’t have to bring you to this place. Maybe you would keep giving it to me, to only me, and we could be together longer. But you had to ruin it by refusing me. I knew they were going to take you last night, but I thought I could stop them if you’d already given me your seed.”
“My seed…” I said again.
The whole thing seemed so absurd. Natalia blinked and then that blank look came over her face again and I could see she’d slunk back into darkness.
“You’re going to get caught,” I said. “My frat brothers will notice I’m missing.”
“Really?” she said. “I’m not even enrolled in that fucking school. Did you notice I never had a single class there? Sure, I talked about studying, and I used the music room, but that was easy. What conductor is not going to let a hot young student use an empty room to practice an instrument she’s passionate about? And the dorm room? Diablo Snuff got Anya and me into that room with Dandy. And your brothers…ha. Have you heard of Kong?”
“Kong?” I asked.
“Kong went missing a week ago. From one of the other frats on campus.”
I hadn’t heard of him.
The girl, Bianca, howled as she fucked the guy next door. She was loving the man’s cock and was very vocal about it.
“You hear that?” Natalia asked.
“Of course, I do.”
“Lucky, meet Kong. Nobody’s come looking for him. You frat boys are all alike. All you do is party and fuck. Sure, his brothers will notify someone eventually, but by then, Kong will be dead and we’ll have grabbed somebody else to take his place. Maybe even one of your brothers. How about Paydirt? One of the other girls can fuck him and force him to listen to some real music.”
She laughed.
“No, he’s too ugly,” she added. “We need handsome men for our sexy women so we can make gorgeous soldiers to bring Diablo Snuff into the new world.”
“But you work at that club…you have ties to the community,” I said. “Someone’s going to notice something. You’re gonna get caught, Natalia. You’ll get caught and you’ll pay for this. Let me go and I won’t say anything. You don’t want to do this. I can help you get out of this.”
She laughed again, finding my ignorance of her plans amusing.
“The club?” she said. “We all work at the club. Didn’t you see all the hot girls there? Remember the waitress? The one giving you all the drinks?”
The drinks at the club. Yes, they’d fucked me up too easily and I’d always believed she might have dropped something in them. I remembered the waitress too. The hot brunette.
“That waitress was Elena, Bianca’s friend,” she said. “She will visit you later.”
“You can’t kidnap guys all over the fucking town and have it go unnoticed,” I said.
“You don’t understand who I work for,” she replied. “We will simply find a new town if this one becomes too difficult.”
With that, she stood up and left the room for a second. She came back with a small radio and set it on one of the empty chairs. She put a CD in and set the song she wanted to play. I recognized the song. It was from a movie she insisted we watch one night. As she pulled her dress off and dumped it to the ground, revealing her completely naked body beneath it, I got chills.
“Remember this song?” she asked as she grabbed hold of my cock and stroked it again.
She lowered her mouth down over me and sucked, nibbling on my flaccid member, until I was fully erect. Even as terrified as I was, it felt good and I couldn’t stop myself from hardening in her mouth.
“It’s the song from the movie Sleeping with the Enemy,” I said.
She pulled her mouth off me and smiled at me.
“Yes, good,” she said.
As she climbed all the way onto the bed and lined her pussy up with the head of my cock, she said, “It’s the 5th Movement from the Symphonie Fantastique by Berlioz.”
Then she lowered herself down onto me and rode me until I came inside her.