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“I’m not a bad person.” Despite all the evidence that’s been presented against me.
Usually, I don’t give a shit what others think about me, but for some reason I don’t want this killer thinking I’m a bad person. I like to think it is because I need him to see me as someone that deserves to live. However, I’m not a hundred percent sure that is the reason. Which proves, I’m more fucked up in the head than I thought I was.
I wait for him to say something, but he remains silent, not even acknowledging my conversation.
Scoffing, I shake my head. “Whatever, believe what you want.”
I catch the smile that lifts his lips in the reflection against the elevator doors. He’s getting a kick out of toying with me and I’m falling right into his trap.
The elevator dings and the doors slide open. The smell of sweat and pussy overpowers my senses. The bass from the music pounds my chest. I know what I will face when I walk out these open doors. There is a reason Trina wouldn’t bring me back to Aces. My vice runs rampantly in this place. My mouth waters and my muscles clench at the thought of what’s nearly available to me.
Gabriel hauls me out of the elevator into the main area. Unlike the upscale elegant vibe on the first floor, the theme on this floor is pure sin. All the lights are red, giving the room a sexual vibe. Drapes hang from the ceiling sectioning off the areas. Chaise lounges surround tables no one would dare eat off. Well, I guess it depends on what you’re eating.
Even though the music is loud, nothing will drown out the sound of pleasured moans. Naked waitresses walk around with trays filled with Lube, condoms, and toys.
We pass a section where one woman is being serviced by three men. My eyes connect with the female, and she smiles blissfully at me.
In the next section, a man is receiving a blowjob from a female and a very enthusiastic man. On the table in front of him are a few lines of coke. My feet stop moving on their own accord. That burning itch hits the back of my throat. The sight of the white powdery substance has taken over my thoughts so much, that I forget where I am and who I’m with.
“Feeling left out?”
I jump at the sound of his deep voice close to my ear. Glancing over my shoulder, I shoot him a narrow-eyed look. He thinks I’m staring at the threesome; he has no idea what I’m really craving.
“I was just looking,” I say, glancing back at the group.
“Yeah right. Come on.” He tugs my arm, and we continue to speed walk through the many sections.
We leave the common area and head to the back where the private rooms are. We come to a red door and stop. While he fumbles with the lock, I glance around. No one is really paying attention to us.
We kind of blend in. I mean, it’s hard to fade into the background when you’re as huge as Gabriel. However, this place sees celebrities, so a giant Viking and a skinny chick dressed like a cheap whore aren’t very memorable. However, the camera over my head will definitely be able to recognize us.
Gabriel gets the door open and shoves me inside. The silence in the room is a welcome relief. I turn to see him placing his black duffel down on a table.
Glancing around the room, I notice that there isn’t much in here. A massage table is in the middle of the floor. Beside it is a tray of oils along with a variety of dildos including one so big there is no way humanly possible it could fit in anyone’s body. Laid out on another tray is a collection of colorful mesh material. Soft music plays in the background.
On one side of the room is a narrow door and another door is at the back of the room. This is my first time seeing the rooms. When I came that one night with Trina, we stayed out in the common area.
“Put this on,” Gabriel says.
I turn to him and get smacked in the face with something soft. Pulling the material away from my face I hold it up to get a better look at it. It’s one of the outfits on the tray.
“I’m not putting this shit on.” I toss the completely see-through neon green dress to the floor.
Not only do I not have the body to pull this off, but I’m also not walking around naked in front of this man.
“You have a client coming in. Get dressed,” he demands, walking past me as if this topic is finished.
Fed up with his attitude and this entire night, I pick up the fabric at my feet, ball it up and throw it at him. It hits him in the back and falls to the floor.
“Fuck you,” I shout.
He spins around on his feet and glares at me.
“If you’re going to kill me, then you might as well get it over with because I’m not helping you commit murder.”
I’m praying this outburst goes one of two ways. Number one, hopefully I call his bluff and he in fact doesn’t have plans to butcher me the way he did Gregory. Number two, and this may be a little far-fetched, he realizes I won’t be useful and lets me go.
Gabriel shuts his eyes, and his breathing becomes labored. That feeling comes over me again, the one that screams you’re now trapped in a room with a wild animal. I turn and take off for the door. I hit the wood surface with a thud and immediately flipped around so that my back is against the barrier. A very irate Gabriel is staring down at me, his nostrils flaring as those intense eyes focus in on me.
