Torture In Silence (Kellic)

Secrets Don't Make Friends

{Vic}

I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it. This place is literally a fucking disaster. I just saw someone get man-handled by a vicious guy. He took the pain and went through with it, leaving him with a bloody face and a bruised body.

I realized that Kellin left his pants in the room, not bothering to take them with him when he fled to his own room. I slid my shirt back on, since he didn't bother to use it when I offered to clean his face, and left the room with his pants in my hand. I tried to find his room, but it was no use. There were so many doors next to each other and it would take at least 20 minutes to search every room. I wanted to find him now.

I turned the corner and ran into a girl with blonde hair. "I'm so sorry," I told her.

"It's fine," she smiled. To be honest, she sent out a positive vibe, nothing like everyone else that slaved over this place. "Who are you? Never seen you here before."

"I'm Vic. I'm looking for Kellin. Do you know where his room is?" I didn't wanna sound like I was in panic mode, so I tried to calm myself. "It's important."

"Ah, everyone is always looking to have a good time with Kellin."

"No, that's not why I wanted to see him. It's something else. I have his pants. He left them in the room when he was getting...you know..."

"Oh, well I can give them to him." She extended her arm out to me, almost taking the pants from my hand.

I tugged away. "It's very important that I give them to him myself."

"He's not too open with people. Maybe I should just give them to him," the girl said, sticking her arm out again.

"You don't understand, um, what's your name?"

"Jenna."

"Well, Jenna, you don't understand. I need to be the one to give these to him."

"I don't know," she sighed. "I'm his only friend and I don't want random people walking in his room just to give him his pants. I'll do it myself."

"Can I at least come with you? It's important. Please? You can give him the pants, but I want to be in the room with him alone."

"You can't unless you pay for it. Even if you're not going to have sex with him, you still have to pay Damien to spend time with him. That's why I kept saying maybe I should give them back to him. And if you're gonna stay in his room, or anyone's room, it costs more."

"Why would it cost more?"

"Because if you're in the bigger room where the door automatically opens and people can randomly walk by and see you, it's okay. Damien can see everything you're doing. But if you're in someone's room, Damien can't see a single thing you're doing because it's more private," she explained.

"Take me to Damien. I'm gonna speak with him."

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"Sure, you can stay in his room," Damien said.

"How much is it by the hour?" I asked, folding my arms.

"100 bucks, but since you wanna be in his room, that's gonna cost you another 50."

"Why?" I questioned.

"It's more private that way."

I dug into my pocket and pulled out 150 dollars.

"Wait," Damien began, "we agreed no sex with him. You're only supposed to help him with...you know."

"I haven't forgotten," I reminded him. "So 150 you said?"