The Forbidden Game

This Has To Be A Dream

Luna slowly opened her silver eyes and was met with a hangover like headache. She bolted upright in the bed she laid on and laughed nervously as she held her head and closed her eyes.

"Haha, I knew that wasn't real. I must've got drunk with Shelby and crashed. I should've learned by now how badly alcohol gives me nightmares."

Luna opened her eyes once more and gasped. If she wasn't totally awake a few minutes ago, she sure was now. Eyes widened in surprise, she looked around the unfamiliar room and the unfamiliar bed she was in. She laid in a king sized black canopy bed with dark purple and black bedding. The room she was in was as large as her freaking house!

The room was decorated with matching black furniture, large screen tv, black candles in silver candelabras, black curtains...Jesus it's a lot of black.

Someone has a goth fetish...Luna thought as she looked around for a bathroom. She finally found it and surprise, the door is black. She entered the bathroom and stood at the sink and mirror. She splashed cold water on her face, pinched herself twice and counted to 10. She opened her eyes and was still in the strange bathroom.

"Oh my God...it wasn't a dream," she said to herself in the mirror. "I have to figure out how to get out of here."

She was about to turn away from the mirror when she noticed she wasn't in her work attire and was now in a black lace nightgown.

"Those motherfuckers undressed me!"

She began to panic now and noticed she still had her bra and panties she wore last night on. She felt herself to be sure and sighed in relief when there was no dampness or evidence of being moved around. Just as her heartbeat started to calm, she heard the bedroom door open.

"Luna? Where did she go? Did she escape?" said an unfamilar voice.

"No, I locked the door from the outside and I don't have windows. She must be in the bathroom," that voice she recongnized from last night. The asshole that pushed her into the van.

She heard heavy footsteps walk towards her and she fumbled to get to the lock on the door. She got it just as they had begun to turn the knob and she was locked in.

"Now, now Princess, let's not do this. Come on out and we will talk," said the asshole.

"f**k off! I am not opening this f*****g door for nobody!" she yelled and flipped off the door.

"Luna, I am a patient man but we have things we must discuss," he said sighing in irritation.

"No. f*****g. Way. You have something to say, I have nothing to say. You want me so bad, come get me mother fucker," she snarled at the door. Luna was incredibly sweet for the most part but when backed into a corner, her southern accent gets thicker and she gets tougher, as she calls it, she gets "Redneck Gangster". This situation definitely called for "Redneck Gangster" and she wasn't going to show how scared she truly was.

Expecting him to give up for the moment, she was taken aback when his next words were "As you wish."

Her eyes widened in shock as the door was pulled off the hinges effortlessly and standing in the doorway was Mr. K-pop Asshole himself with a smirk.

"Come near me and I will-" Luna started to holler as she grabbed the closest thing to her. She looked in her right hand and was hit with instant confusion. A toothbrush. She grabbed a f*****g toothbrush.

Mr. K-pop held his hand over his mouth and laughed hysterically.

"What are you going to do with that? Brush my teeth to death!" he continued to laugh.

Just to prove a point, she threw the toothbrush at him. He stopped laughing and stared at her in disbelief. She actually threw a toothbrush at him. She flipped him off and he sighed.

"Very well, Princess." He strode over to her and she began to back up until she hit the wall. He was a big man, built but not in a steroid kind of way and he had to at least be 6'0" tall. Compared to her little 5'4" size 6 self, he was huge. He obviously had the strength to boot as he picked her up and hoisted her over his large shoulders.

Shocked she began to hit his back with her tiny fists. "Put me down, you f*****g giant!" she yelled.

"When you can behave and listen, I will put you down. Now stop hitting me in the back. It doesn't hurt but your little fists don't feel great either," he said flatly and began to walk out of the bedroom and down a hallway.

"I will f*****g end you!" she yelled as she continued to hit him.

She heard an audible smack and realized a second later that he spanked her! He had her thrown over his shoulder like a caveman and he spanked her. She then realized the very danger she was in. This man can do whatever he wanted to her and she finally caved into her fear.

The man noticed she had stopped and gone quiet. He heard her sniffle and became worried, "Luna? Are you alright?"

"Please put me down...I don't like being carried...I promise I will walk with you," she sniffled and a few tears fell from her face.

The man stopped and set her down gently in front of him. She was looking the other direction, her curly hair covering her face.

"Luna, sweetheart look at me," he said sternly.

She refused out of embarrassment and he gently tucked her hair behind her ear and pulled her by her chin to face him. His crimson eyes widened in shock as he saw the tears streaming down her face. He knit his dark brows together and wiped her tears with his thumbs.

"Listen, I know you must be terrified and rightfully so, but I give you my soul I will not hurt you. You are safe here. Things will be clear shortly," he said as he grabbed her tiny hand. "Come, we are going right through that door."

He pointed to a pair of dark cherry wooden double doors a few feet away. She wiped her tears and straighted herself as they walked together. He opened the doors and inside was a living room and adjacent kitchen. It was a huge area with vaulted ceilings and a chandelier right in the middle.

A huge flat screen tv on the farthest back wall and in the center was 3 large grey couches with yellow accent pillows. In the middle of the couches, was a large tiled coffee table and on the couches were 4 other strange men.

Noticing the pace of her breathing quickening, the black haired man squeezed her hand. She looked up at him, her silver eyes painted in fear and terror.

"It is alright Princess, I am here and you are safe," he said with a gentle smile.

Although she didn't feel safe with him at all, it was a bit better than with the other 4. At least she had spoken to him some. He began to lead her to one of the couches and placed her beside him. The other men stared at her and as she looked up at the black haired man, he corrected himself to a flat tone and no emotion shown on his perfect face.

"Now then, let us begin."