What should have been 8

Chapter Five

The sun streamed through the window, painting the room in a warm, golden light. I felt fingers run my long, pink hair as Isidor brushed it aside, trailing his touch down my back. He was still spooning me, one muscled thigh pressed between my legs. I sat up, stretching languidly,

"I have got back to my house," I pulled the sheet off, revealing my body. The cold morning air made my skin tingle.

"I don't know if you can fit in them but they're in the wardrobe." He pointed to the wardrobe in the corner. "And there is a bathroom through there." He nodded to the door.

"Thanks." I got up from the bed and walked over to the wardrobe, it was black with silver handles. "I never knew that you had this room back here."

"Ya most people don't." He sat up and rubbed his tired eyes, "I mean I'm not going out and telling people, "oh ya, I have a whole room full of whips, and chains, and beds just waiting for you to use it."" He laughed. I smiled and pulled on a pair of boxers, t-shirt, and shorts. Then I went to the bathroom, taking a quick shower.

"Well bitch, I have to go, and you should go help Myron."

"Why is Myron so bad with computers?" He sighed. "ya, but you're probably right."

I smiled at him, "Always." I walked out of the bathroom and towards the door. "I'll see you tonight, maybe?" I winked.

He smiled back, "Maybe." I closed the door behind me and walked back to my car. I started the engine and drove back to my house in the heart of Chicago.

I parked the car and walked into the house. It was a black brick house with tall windows, built in the early 1900s. It always smelled of drugs and coffee inside. The house was empty, and quiet. I walked into my room, which was small, but had a big bed with black sheets and red pillows. I hated messy rooms, so it was always neat. I changed into a pair of black jeans, a white dress shirt with a black waistcoat.

I walked out of my room and into the living room. It was even bigger than my room, with a big TV, and a long black leather couch. The walls had guns in displays on the walls. There was a table in the corner with a white lace tablecloth and a vase full of white roses.

I walked into the kitchen and made myself some breakfast, scrambled eggs and bacon. As I ate, I heard the doorbell ring. I walked into the hallway. "What?" I grabbed one of the guns off the wall. I opened the door as fast as I could and put the gun to the person's head. It was a short lean man barely over 5,3 with ginger hair and blue eyes. "Chuuya," I sighed , "What do you want?" I lowered my gun.

"I need to show you something."

"What?"

He held up a piece of paper with an address written on it. "There." I took the paper from him and looked at it. It was an address in the south side of the city. I didn't recognize it.

"What about it?"

He smiled, "I'll explain when we get there." I put my gun away and followed him out to my car. He got into the passenger seat and I drove us to the address. It was an old warehouse, falling apart. I pulled up to the side and turned the car off. I got out of the car and followed Chuuya. The warehouse was dark smelled of marowana and blood. Loud music was playing. "What the hell is happening?" I asked.

"I promise I will answer all your questions in a moment. Chuuya led me through the warehouse. It was full of people dancing, drinking, and doing drugs. There was a circular cage hanging from the ceiling, with a passed out woman with long wavy hair and black eyes. She was naked, and there was blood on her body. "Is that Thaïs?"

"From what it looked like she was drugged and then brought here." Chuuya answered.

"Who is leading this party?"