Thorns (An Offenderman Fanfic) Book #2

*Chapter One

Asterisks (*) in this book mean that there will/may be sexual content in the chapter. So just a heads up on that. If you're young, like, maybe ten, or nine, please, with all due respect, leave this book immediately. I wouldn't want to dirty your minds. Well, you have been warned...~~~

Offenderman's Pov.

She moaned as I left small kisses on her thigh. Her dress was pulled up to her waist, leaving me a view of her wet panties. As I continued to toy around and give her sweet, simple kisses, I began to wonder what I was doing here.

I was at a club, in a room with this girl I just met not too long ago. Its been around two hours since we had met, and we were already in some room in this club, getting ready to do something. I couldn't remember what I had agreed on. Giving her just a few pecks on her lips? No.. I couldn't quite remember...

Ah. I agreed to have sex with her. But what was her name? It started with the letter k. Kat, possibly? I frowned and stopped for a moment, trying to think hard if that truly was her name, but quickly continued to give her pleasurable teasings. What was her name..? Perhaps if I went through my memory, I'd remember..

I stood near a bar, waiting for the two drinks I ordered. Two bottles of tequila were all I needed to help me feel light and in a good mood. What else could I need? Once the bartender handed me the drinks, I drank the first bottle greedily and quickly. I was thirsty as fuck, and also wanted to get chirpy to dissolve this unhappy feeling.

"Hey," a high-pitched voice said from behind me. I turned and saw a woman around her twenties with a lot of make up on her face, a skin tight dress that was purple, and just by the look on her face told me she was definitely drunk. I nodded, not feeling in the mood to talk.

"Isn't this the bomb? I looooooove parties!" She slurred her words, and laughed like a lunatic. I arched an eyebrow at her. "This isn't a party. It's a club," I pointed out, opening the second bottle of tequila and drowning it down. The liquid burned my throat and made my stomach feel queasy.

"Party, club, whatever! Let's go and daaaaance!" She sang, and grabbed my hand, dragging me to the dance floor. I shrugged, not caring about anything anymore.The girl started to grind against me, having the time of her life and showing the crazy side of herself. This 'dancing' made me feel slightly uncomfortable.

I used to love dancing. It wasn't anything like this. It was polite, and nice, but not like this. I used to dance the salsa, samba, I loved slow dances, but my favorite kind of dances were the waltz's. They were the most beautiful dances I had ever learned about. But I stopped doing all that years ago. I guess this was how everyone danced now a days, which made me feel quite terrible about it, actually.

"By the way, my name is Kam!" She yelled. "Mine is Oliver," I responded. My eyes turned sad once the name left my lips. Shit. Don't think about her, don't think about her, don't think about her, don't think about her, don't-

Before I knew it, I was back at the bar, ordering three more bottles, and drinking them all rapidly. People surrounded me, cheering me on, screaming, "Drink! Drink! Drink!" but I didn't care. I didn't care if I left Kam back at the dance floor by herself. I just had to get rid of her from my mind first..

As I drank the third one, I felt dizzy, but I wasn't concerned about that. I had to drink this one down, or else... I squeezed my eyes and reopened them. Standing in front of me was Kam. "Are you okay?" She asked with concern filling up her voice and chocolate eyes.

"Yeah, I've never felt better," I rasped, blinking up at her with a tired smile. She looked like she was about to say something, but I quickly asked, "Do you know a better place where we can talk?"

She nodded and motioned for me to follow her. As we walked, the building seemed to shrink down, but I realized this was only because we were entering a hallway. All around me, moans and shouts of excitement boomed from the different rooms surrounded in the hall. I was beginning to think that this was more than a club where you could drink and dance your ass off.

When we arrived at the end of the hallway, Kam opened the last room's door and I followed her inside with curiosity. So you could enter any room at all, as long as it was empty, I guessed. It made me more suspicious than interested, but I still tried to keep on a keen look.

The room was surprisingly big, having the size of a huge living room and containing a small couch, a bed, TV, mini fridge, and a desk with a phone. Everything was organized neatly, and no messes were left in the room. They must have cleaned it before anyone could arrive.

Kam and I ended up on the couch with a glass of wine in each of our hands. We drank and talked about things. Eventually, one thing led to another, and I was soon kissing her neck, running my tongue along her skin-

That's right. I remembered it all now. Her name was Kam. We met here, at this club. We were at the bar. I drank too much tequila. Just to get rid of her from my thoughts. Just to forget her for one night...

I stood up and ran to the small bathroom of the room, throwing all the contents in my stomach out into the toilet. The smell of vomit hit my nostrils, making me puke once more. I felt Kam's presence near the doorway, standing there, and watching me. She could've at least helped out in some way instead of doing nothing.

"Are you okay?" She asked with a bored voice.

"I'm fine," I snapped, suddenly feeling angry at her. I watched with disgust as the vomit flushed down the toilet. This was one of the few nights that I'd say went wrong. Ever since.. she fell into that 'coma,' I wasn't my usual self. I was angrier. I was upset all the time. And the strangest part was that I never felt like raping or having sex with other girls. I loved sex. Sex was all that mattered to me before. But all that changed when she came into my life..

Ruby. I shut my eyes tightly. The first time I dared to say her name in my mind. I always went to visit her from the day she was on my bed. But It hurt too much to see her. Every day I would check up on Slenderman and ask how she'd be doing. And it was always the same answer: "I am sorry, brother, but Ruby has not shown any signs of movement."

I could already imagine her on the bed right now, barely breathing. Her whole body would be deathly pale, and it would even look like she were on the verge of dying, or already dead. But in reality, she was suffering while she remained in her coma. And I couldn't do anything to help her.

My right hand curled into a fist. "I'm leaving; excuse me," I mumbled, moving past Kam, and walking out of the room.

"W-wait!" I heard her cry out. From the corner of my eye, I saw her stumble out, trying to follow me and pulling down her dress to hide herself. Turning around, I frowned at her and shook my head. "What is it?"

"Won't you stay? Please?" she begged, like the little slut she was. I laughed coldly.

"I'm afraid I don't want to stay. Why don't you understand? I have no interest in staying here. Like I said before, I am leaving. Goodbye." I turned back around, only to hear her consistent pleading.

"But-"

"I SAID NO! WHY ARE YOU SO STUBBORN, RUBY?" Once her name was said out loud, I ran off, with Kam echoing her name.

"Ruby..."

I had to leave. I had to get out of this club. I wasn't concerned where I'd end up. I just had to get out.

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Well, there you go! The first chapter of this book. Hope you enjoyed reading the chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. So why do you think Offenderman decided to go to a club? Is he cheating on Ruby? Find out all of this (Or you could just guess in the comments if you want, but I won't say a word. That's called a spoiler) in the next chapter of Thorns...~~~

-Lily ~StayBeautiful (;