False Hope | 18+

2: is this a sex cult

⋇⊶⊰ Violet ⊱⊷⋇

I like to think that the people I let into my life are not real.

"This isn't a cult Vi." Delilah declares, I roll my eyes. "Tits out, drunk men, people that are half naked and chanting?" I pause observing my surroundings, "Definitely a cult D."

Delilah shakes her head and folds her arms. "You clearly don't know what a cult is. I don't see unrestrained sexual activity or worshiping ceremonies." She let's out and I sigh grabbing her arm. "Whatever come on, I need a drink to blur out this depressing day."

As I guide Delilah through the bustling chaos, adorned with intoxicated people either peacefully slumbering before sunset, bursting into laughter, indulging in the hookup culture, or swaying to rhythmic melodies, I release my grip on her delicate arm, confidently striding towards the luxurious kitchen. Luring open the refrigerator, my eyes lock upon a mystical bottle, its allure irresistible. With a graceful flourish, I seal the door shut, unveiling the elixir concealed within. As the cap surrenders with a slight pop, I surrender to its fiery essence, allowing its liquid warmth to cascade down my throat, emboldening my body.

I would use a glass but it's too far and I'm lazy to get it.

"Uncivilized woman." Delilah teases jokingly before snatching the bottle from my grasp and drank away.

"Woo, fuck yeah let's have some fun!" She shouts pushing her hair back, grabbed my wrist and dragged me all the way to her huge backyard.

"For a small house party, there are a lot of people." I pointed out as I pass by unfamiliar faces. "Yeah small house party to Dylan is basically inviting half of his contacts on his phone which I know is above one hundred people." She explains and I sigh.

"Where is Dylan by the way?" I question Delilah. She opens her mouth to speak but is soon interrupted by a loud voice.

As we all direct our attention towards the source of the sound, a small smile forms on my face as I notice Dylan standing on the edge of the roof without a shirt, proudly displaying his well-defined physique to everyone. His sun-kissed muscles twitch with every motion. With a confident push of his brown hair, Dylan takes a step back and then confidently leaps off the roof, gracefully landing in the pool below.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd gathered around us, water splashes onto those nearby, including myself and D.

Dylan plunges out of the water, droplets of water glistening down his skin as he steps out of the pool and approached us with a charming smirk.

"You know you're such a di-" before D could finish her sentence she was cut of when Dylan shakes his wet hair onto her before picking her up and running towards the pool. "Dylan no, Dylan put me-" Delilah and Dylan both sank deep into the pool.

I let out a light laugh while the others cheered.

It was a funny sight but a ping of guilt coursed through me. It's really cold and D gets sick easily so I'll be hearing a fuss from how she's not feeling well in a few days.

Moments later they both come out the water, Delilah's clothes are soaked, pressed onto her skin. With each step she took the sound of mush reached my ears.

"Touch me Dylan and I'll make sure you're unable to have kids." I threaten and he lifts his hands up in defense brushing past me as he says. "Noted V."