CHAPTER 1
“Here’s your order senyorita” I instantly turned my head to see who's talking. It's the waitress, she’s masked. In fact, everyone here is wearing a mask because the theme is masquerade. I smiled and accepted the beverage.
“Thank you, here’s a tip” I said and took a sip. The wild sensation filled my throat. I was so surprise by the taste, I almost puked. At first I was very anxious and nervous but after some moments I began enjoying. The music turn my energy high, urging me to dance. I did not know if it is really because of the music’s hype or the punch of margarita.
I tilted my head around to observe my surroundings. I was amazed to see some couples getting intimate with each other. There are also strippers at multiple tables talking to old men.
“Ohhh, Geralt” I saw a couple at table 2. He slipped his hands under the woman’s mini skirt while the woman held on tightly on his neck.
“How do you like it? b***h!” she softly said and slapped the woman’s ass real hard. I could hear her ick.
“Oh f**k it!” she said, completely losing her mind. With no hesitation she removed her red underwear and then rub her self on the man’s thigh. He opened his zipper in no time and then lifted the woman towards his manhood then began moving rapidly. Their moans did not matter due to the high volume of music.
It was like I am watching a romantic drama. I ran at the dance floor and showcased my moves like a wild animal. There are also men at the dance floor, I felt their hands sliding through my skin and touching me intimately but I did not mind them. I was having so much fun for a while but then I started feeling a little bit dizzy. Everything wasn’t clear, just blurry then everything went black.
My consciousness is active but I cannot seem to move my body like it’s all numb. It feels like I’m in a sleep paralysis. I could feel someone lifting me. He put me down at a sofa. I felt a strong grip in both my hands then they slowly unwrapped my body revealing my naked image. I want to shout but not a single word came out in mouth. I can do nothing but sob and whimper as I felt something hard down there. His lips are is moving from my lips sliding down to my stomach. Stranger massaged my breast while he is trespassing my body.
There is no music anymore, the only thing I hear is his soft, husky and manly moan. Tears rolled down on my cheeks. It went faster and faster and then I heard a familiar rhythmic sound. At first it was slow and after a moment it became rapid, and then slow again. The dynamics made him more aggressive and his repeated movement became more intense.
It seems like he is harmonizing with the sonata’s beat, when the it goes faster, so is he. After a while of experiencing hell I finally figured out what the familiar sonata is. I was shocked to find out it was actually the Rush E sonata, inspired and written to showcase the slow to fast and vice versa movement of s*x.
“I-it hurts, please stop” I uttered, crying. Finally I managed to talk. My begging did not help rather enraged the man and caused him to go rougher. If I just have my wolf already I could have fight but no.
I repeatedly patted the sofa, hoping to find something sharp but I couldn’t feel anything pointy. As I was about to give up my hands landed on his coat. There is something solid at his pocket. I reached it slowly, trying not to make a sound so that he will not notice me. Swiftly, I was able to steal it. I tried to feel the object and then I realized it was a pen. He was very lost on temptation he did not notice me at all. I caught him off guard and stabbed him using the pen in my left hand. He got off me and I could hear him curse the pain.
“Grr! Oh! f**k it!” that voice, it is very familiar. I wanted to think and remember who he was yet I don’t have enough time. The drug on my margarita caused my eyes to black out. With no further ado, I ran towards him while holding the pen. I did not go gentle and marked a letter at his back.
“I know you want it! Why are you trying to fight it!? b***h!” he angrily shouted. He is about to attack me, I froze for a moment, did not know what to do. I held my breath, ready to accept a hard blow yet I felt nothing. After a while an ear banging shout came out in his mouth. I saw another man’s silhouette punching the r****t. My eyesight was restored but I could still hardly see anything. The r****t has no choice but flee like an i***t he is. The man approached me and that was the last thing I remembered other that his sweet vanilla perfume.
