“I like your outfit,” the first guy shouts over the music.
It’s not a particularly stupid thing to say, but I sort of wish he’d just keep his mouth shut. I’m trying to have a fantasy moment here, and the inane comments pull me out. The guy behind me slides a hand down the front of my thigh and squeezes my leg muscles.
I’ve never had two guys at once, but the group-grope thing happens at these raves. Everyone’s feeling the love, and they just want to pass it along. The problem is, it’s usually a lot of groping and no finish. The ecstasy makes people too blissed out to have any motivation to get to climax. Another reason I skip the drugs, other than a CBD gummy now and then when I can’t sleep. I’m looking for a different endorphin hit.
“How old are you?” the guy in front of me asks. He probably wants to make sure he won’t end up in jail or something.
“Twenty.” I don’t feel twenty. I feel thirty because I’ve been away from home for so long. And also thirteen, the age I was when my dad shipped me off. He caught me making out with a boy and decided I needed to be sent off to an all-girls boarding school.
As if that would keep me out of trouble. It only cemented my desire to be bad.
Do you want to be bad, Kat, or are you actually craving someone to tell you you’re good? That’s what Delaney asked me last time we discussed me going to raves.
“I wouldn’t mind being called good girl when I obey,” I’d sassed back.
“Nice.” The guy nods, his leer appreciative.
We dance for a while, but things don’t escalate much. People lose focus when they’re rolling.
“I’m going to take a break,” I tell the guys after a while because I’m getting hot, bored, and thirsty.
They immediately jump down off the box and follow me to the makeshift bar where three kids in knit caps and earrings are selling energy drinks and water. I buy water, crack the bottle and turn to find my two admirers are still standing there like eager beavers.
Meh. I was kind of done with them, hoping for something a little more interesting. My gaze wanders, looking for the Russian again. I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with him. I guess because he turned me down. Why do I always go for the one who will reject me?
The guys each take me by a hand, dragging me to a dark corner. I’m not on board, but I’m not totally ready to jump-ship either. I mean, I guess I’ll see what they have to offer.
“What’s this?” David cuts off our path with a giant smile in place. “This looks very fun.”
Now I'm done.
“Yeah, I don’t know.” I try to shake loose from the two guys holding my hands.
“You need a little mood enhancer,” David says, pulling out the baggie of pills again.
“Can I have one?” the guy to my right says.
“No. It’s for her.” David extracts the pill, and before I know it’s coming, he pops it between my teeth.
“Hey!” I try to spit it out, but David laughs, clapping a hand over my mouth.
“Wait, wait, wait. Just swallow it, Kat. It will be fun.”
I struggle, but the other guys don’t help me out even though they’re crowding into me from the sides, holding me in place for David to keep his hand over my mouth.
I’m pissed now, and–dammit–I already swallowed the stupid pill! These fuckers.
“Here, drink your water, Kat.” David wraps his hand over mine on the water bottle and brings it to my mouth.
I’m still struggling just to get everyone’s hands off me. As I flail, I hear a loud crack of bone on bone and then David falls. I stare at him sprawled out on the dirty concrete floor. Did I do that?
And then I understand. Because there are six feet of pissed-off Russian standing in front of us.
His lips peel back from his teeth in a snarl, and he glares at the two guys standing next to me. “Go.”
They go. They disappear so fast you’d think there was a fire in the place.
I open my mouth, about to protest that I didn’t really need the help when the Russian tosses me over his shoulder and clomps out of the warehouse.
2
Adrian
Crazy girl making bad fucking choices.
What was I supposed to do? Let three guys date rape her right there in the warehouse? Bozhe moi, there were hundreds of people there, and no one else saw what was happening? I’m the only guy who stepped in to stop that bullshit?
I seriously hate this world. My gender. All humans.
I don’t know what those guys gave her, but Kat is already giggling, and she hasn’t even kicked up a fuss about me carrying her out of there in such an undignified manner. Honestly, I’d be surprised if the drugs even kicked in yet. I think this is just her natural reaction. I’d put her down, but now I’m all in. I’ll just have to move my timetable up and kidnap her tonight.