Red Ink

Part 28 - In The Dark

The end of this chapter contains NSFW content meant for readers 18 and up!

MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

CONTENT WARNING: Oral (female receiving), vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, loss of virginity

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2 YEARS AGO (CONTINUED)

It was the first event in the Underground that Red actually enjoyed, and it was because of him: The odd "newbie" who sat awkwardly in the corner of the Commons.

She didn't think much of him at first. Her first reaction whenever she spotted an Event Sector boxer was to head in the opposite direction. After so many of them not understanding the word 'no' in social interactions, it was better for everybody if she just kept her distance.

But when two other boxers– one of which already had a nasty reputation for starting fights– approached the lone man, it caught her attention. Ray worked his ass off to keep the Commons a neutral space and she had no intention of letting the hot-headed man-child disturb the peace.

She may have looked brave in confronting them, but Ray's standing threats to ruin anybody who dared lay a finger on her acted as an invisible shield. The two boxer thugs in particular had gotten in enough trouble to recognize Ray's "daughter" by her uncommonly neat clothing. Not many dressed like she did in the Underground. She was a nameless, faceless entity that kept to herself.

After Red was sure the men wouldn't start an altercation, she turned to leave– but the odd man called out to her, even offering to buy her a drink. It was the first time someone actually tried to connect with her in the Underground. While Ray's protection kept her safe, it also acted as a barrier that dissuaded most from speaking to her.

Except for him. His cluelessness was his advantage. He spoke with her freely, and for the first time in a long while, Y/N was actually able to make a friend.

A very tall, muscular friend who seemed to be trying to flirt. It was different from the way other men spoke to her. Others would approach with puffed chests and bragging stories, rarely asking even a single question about her, but him? He seemed to hang on her every word. His stance wasn't boastful, it was endearing, relaxed against the table while he listened to her speak. Really listened.

The two of them were locked in conversation for over an hour already with no signs of stopping.

"You look too lovely for a place like this. What brings you down here? Are you meeting a suitor?" he teased.

"A suitor? Do I really look that fancy?"

He smiled under his mask. "Well, you definitely look nicer than anyone else here. By a long shot."

"No one down here wants to be a suitor."

"I do," the man argued, and he took a knee in front of her chair and bowed his head, making her giggle at the goofy gesture. In a horribly done British accent he added, "Let me be your suitor this evening, m'lady."

"Get off the floor, you'll get–"

"I have traveled the world just to glimpse at your beauty," he interrupted loudly, only making her laugh harder. "Let me accompany you this evening."

"People are staring," Red whispered desperately, trying to hide her own laugh and tugging at his sleeve to try and get him to stop the silly charade, but her shyness seemed to spur him on. He stood up and offered her his hand.