The Womanizer

Chapter 6: Confessions (I)

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Trigger Warning- the flashback may be triggering for some readers, so please skip if you don't feel comfortable.
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(Flashback) Upper East Side, Manhattan- New York 1997
     
"It'll be fun, Lo, I promise." He said, his eyes bright. He was the very embodiment of danger disguised in beauty. But Lauren didn't know that. She trusted him.

As they entered the opulent lobby, 15-year-old Lauren's heart pounded in her chest, sensing something dark and sinister lurking beneath the glamorous facade. Her friend's gleaming blue eyes glinted with mischief as she led he up to a lavish suite, filled with the scent of expensive perfumes and the sound of hushed whispers.

"Isn't this place amazing, Lauren?" her friend purred, a sly smile playing on his lips. "You're going to have the time of your life tonight."

Lauren forced a smile, her green eyes darting around nervously, taking in the sight of strangers mingling, their laughter echoing off the walls.

"What kind of party is this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, feeling a sense of foreboding creep over her. Her friend chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Lauren's spine. "Just relax, sweetie. You'll see soon enough."

Suddenly, the room seemed to spin as the doorbell rang, and a wave of anticipation swept through the crowd. Lauren's heart pounded in her chest as they entered the dimly lit room, the air thick with the heavy scent of sweat and lust. Lauren's breath caught in her throat as the door opened to reveal a sight she would never forget - an array of bodies tangled together in a dance of lust and desire. The sight before her was like a scene from a nightmare, a twisted carnival of flesh and decadence that made her stomach churn with fear. Moans and gasps filled the air, mingling with the scent of sweat and alcohol, creating a heady atmosphere that made Lauren's head swim. Her friend took her hand, leading her further into the room, his grip like a vice that she couldn't escape.

"Welcome to the party, Lauren," her friend whispered in her ear, the warmth of his breath sending chills down Lauren's spine.

"What... what is this?" Lauren stammered, her heart racing as she realized the truth behind the facade of glamour and sophistication.

Her friend's smile widened, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in closer. "This, my dear, is an orgy. A night of indulgence and pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."

Lauren's eyes widened in horror, the reality of the situation hitting her like a ton of bricks. She was trapped in a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.

"No, I can't... I have to leave," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear as she tried to pull away from her friend's grasp. But her friend's grip tightened, his blue eyes flashing with a predatory gleam. "Oh, but you're already here, Lauren. You might as well enjoy yourself."

Panic surged through Lauren's veins as she realized the depth of her friend's betrayal, the realization like a knife twisting in her gut. The room spun around her, a kaleidoscope of bodies and emotions that she couldn't make sense of, a surreal nightmare playing out before her eyes. She watched in horror as bodies writhed and tangled together in a grotesque dance of desire, the sounds of moans and cries filling the room like a cacophony of sin.

"What is this place?" Lauren's voice trembled with uncertainty as she asked him again, her eyes wide with a mixture of fascination and repulsion. Her friend smirked, her bright blue eyes glittering with mischief. "Welcome to the modelling life, sweetheart. Where inhibitions are left at the door and anything goes."