The last iron tasted kiss (DIO x OC)

Why.

"He gave me this notebook. I can't stay here lying all alone in the darkness and for two hours a day being treated like a slave. So he gave me this. That's why I can write at least. This will keep me sane. I hope.

How I got here? I wrote it right above. After the endless darkness with a heavy headache I woke up hungover in a large dark room. Curtains covering windows, high ceilings, and women. So many women around not understanding what's going on including me. Some of them were crying, some of them were trying to open the door at the back of the room, some of them were still asleep. My back and bones were also ace, I felt freezing and almost breathless. I was lying all that time on a cold floor. How long have I slept here? Is it morning already? There was no chance to see. All the curtains were almost concreted to the floor. While looking around I saw another door, a ray of yellow light under it beaming here. But suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by a hand shaking my shoulder.
"Where are we?" - as far as I remember a girl with black mascara tears streaming down her cheeks whispered and started crying again, putting her face on my chest. If I said I was the heroish one or the brave one, I'd lie. I felt exactly like her, I just couldn't really express it, my state of mind was blocking it. The only thing for her I could do is to slightly stroke her back and whisper "everything is going to be okay" but surely I wasn't confident at all.

At least I should understand what happened to me, to all of us, but nobody except us was around. Only dull noises from behind the door where a thin ray comes from. In that position with a girl who's name apparently was Katelyn I closed my eyes again and tried to drift out of these circumstances. Why me? Why not someone else? Why not only that woman? Swirling in my head. I could stay in the bar for a few minutes more. I could go home the longer but safer way. I could've done something to protect myself from that creature. At least I could've gotten less drunk. It hits me so much. It makes me regret every step I've made that evening.

For some reason I felt it under my skin. This cold and piercing energy besides of an emptiness and despair of being here. Like it was concentrated in this room. I even saw something purplish floating in the air like a string of smoke, but when it dissolved. I believed it just was a consequence of my acing body, negative energy from all of the situation. But even if I decided it was nothing but my fantasies due to my fear of being caught by human traffickers and hungover, the feeling wouldn't go. It told me I should leave, that I am not welcomed here. The power, the fear, the mystery - all I sensed.

My guts were screaming the opposite. I couldn't wait much longer. Even my humble self couldn't bear this fear of unknown. I stood up gently putting the girl's head on my small cocktail purse and looked around. If I had more time and probably anger, I would start scratching the back door with others out there but suddenly a light hit my face making me to shut my eyes immediately and kneel down to the floor covering my face. Only a small shadow was interrupting the blinding light. As I opened my eyes I remembered this shadow instantly. That creature. That thing. That man. He was standing right in front of me smirking right into my face.

"Alright, the next five come right after me"

Few of the most angry and frustrated girls stood up and rushed onto him but in a blink of an eye they fell to the ground unconscious. I turned around to them and right after to him. I clearly saw fresh blood on his sharp dark nails and on their necks. I couldn't even react to that, it was in an instance, they all looked for me like dolls, even if my brain was screaming that something is definitely wrong. Man's face just twitched, and he disappointedly exhaled:

"Not them. You, you, you, you and you" - he pointed on a few including me.

All of them looked over frustrated, dark under eye circles, emotionless pale faces. As I believe they've been here for much longer that I have. Besides I don't think these people gave them food. They slowly made it to the line and I just had no choice, either I stay here forever or I come after him. That's all I could do. Scared but without any hesitation. I only regret about leaving my bag.

I have to go. I'll be right back"