Duskwood: Unrecognisable

Part 40

A/N TRIGGER WARNING: Heavy drug use and abuse, implied cnc, implied rape threat

---

The balcony at the top of the stairs looked out onto the rave underneath. It was more crowded than I had expected, full of people getting high and intimate with each other. Very intimate with each other. I tried to not too closely at what was happening in the dark corners of the floor, but the sounds of pleasure and pain didn't exactly leave much to the imagination. I just know I saw leather and chains along with a lot of flesh.

In the middle of the floor several lounges were set up in circle with a large coffee table in the middle. Several imposing individuals sat around with drinks, relaxing. One man in particular caught my attention as he sat more upright and dignified than the others. He clearly called the shots. As we got closer, I recognised some of Trix's handiwork on his head and neck which disappeared under his shirt.

As soon as his eyes laid upon us the man called out to Jake in German, as if he was greeting an old friend. Jake responded in German, but behaved stand offish. It was clear to me that he did want to have any interactions with the man and the fact he continued to communicate in German, he didn't want me to understand what was being said. The man told the people to his left to get up and make space for us, but Jake declined his offer for us to join them. The man looked at me and said something directly at me, which caught me by surprise. I wasn't expecting anyone to talk to me directly. Jake responded for me in a very bitter tone. Whatever was said, he wasn't having it.

"Français? Español? English?" the man asked. "Ah... wait, don't tell me you're American."

I glanced at Jake nervously, who rolled his eyes.

"American! Nym, but you hate Americans! What was it you used to say about Americans? Something like, 'American dogs are so stupid. You could convince them to suck you off while you robbed them blind'?" the man laughed.

I wasn't impressed and looked at Jake for him to deny it, but he just glared at the man, not even gracing me a single sympathetic glance.

"Well, I don't blame Nym for making an exception for you. Come sit that cute American ass next to me," the man patted the lounge beside him.

"Actually, we were just leaving," Jake interjected.

"What? Already?" he pretended to be offended. "You fucking, ungrateful freeloaders! You come to my party uninvited, drink my booze, dance to my music, take my drugs and think you can just fucking leave!? Sit your asses down!"

Jake sighed and lowered his head, then finally acknowledged me behind him, "Please put up with him for just a few minutes."

I followed Jake over to the lounge, feeling very uncomfortable as everyone not currently having sex in the room was staring at us. I felt like a great number of them recognised Jake, but I couldn't work out if it was a good or bad thing. If Jake had any dealings with this crew, he must not have left on good terms.

Jake went to take the seat beside the man, but the man shoved him away, then grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to sit down next to him.

"Let me get a chance to meet this woman of yours, Nym," the man insisted. "It's so rare for you to bring a woman around after all."

"You fucking touch her and I'll smash that whiskey glass into your skull and rub it into your eyes," Jake threatened.

The man raised his eyebrow, then burst out laughing, "Oh Nym, you psychotic, little fuck, I missed you! Max! A celebration is in order!"

"There is nothing to celebrate," Jake said coldly.

A waiter came around and put bags of cocaine on the table. The others sitting around the table respectfully waited for the man to empty his bag, line his serving up and snort it with a paper straw. As soon as he finished, the rest took turns taking theirs. The man noticed we weren't touching our bags. He picked up the bag in front of me, emptied it on the table and started lining it up for me.