Dark and light

Chapter 7

7 PM

Vincent had time before his little kitten came crawling for him. He has planned everything by the time. Of course, he had to. There was a huge crowd tonight for a Monday. He doesn't really come to Ecstacy  that often. The manager takes care of it and reports to him. For his "event" to happen as planned, he needed to make sure everything was in place. He didn't want some dickhead to pop in and see while he was banging Nina to oblivion. Although that wouldn't be a problem, he didn't want to make a fuss out of it.

As instructed, if Nina would go to the rest room and wait for him, he would go in there and drag her into the private room. This is the reason why he kept the room locked and ready. There was no bed or anything in there. That would be too comfortable. It had a couch and a table where he occasionally smoked weed and did drugs with Derek and Chris. He has instructed the staff to keep the room cleaned and ready. Once they were done, they locked it and handed him the key.

The manager Thomas knew about Vincent's little games with his playthings. When his club "Night Crawler", where he visited mostly was crowded, he would bring his women here and had them at his private room. During his business, no one was allowed near the restroom. The staff would put "Under Repair" board outside the door and the people would use the restroom on the other side of the pub.

7:30 PM

Vincent watched from upstairs, the pub getting filled with people. The band were setting up, getting ready for the show. He went back into the office. His adrenaline levels were raising. He has had women before. A lot of them. Being rough was his style. He took them with no mercy. But he has never raped before. Even now, he felt he may stop if the girl begged hard enough. That was not the deal. He wouldn't stop. Not for the world. He wanted to try this out. The rape fetish. There were times when he wondered how it would be to cross limits. Chances like this won't come along very often. He had to make himself ready. 

 8 PM

Truth be told, it had been a longtime since he indulged in role plays. He liked to strip the women and spank them one time, where he liked to scratch them with a pocket knife the other time. His preference on the task varied. He had the things for the present task ready on his table.  A pocket knife, a tape and a pack of cocaine. While the pocket knife and tape were for the girl, the drugs were for him. He needed to lose control. He needed to be his wildest. He spread the powdered drug on his table and took a piece of paper. Before he took the drug, he needed to make sure that the little sex starved bitch was there. 

He stepped out of the office and stood at the railing upstairs. He could see the entire place from up there. He saw the crowd. Surprisingly, a very few people were wearing red. But of course, it was hard to distinguish in the pub lighting. He had to go downstairs and see for himself. 

8:15 PM

 Vincent took out his cigarette and lit it with his lighter. Taking a puff, he started downstairs. He walked like a predator looking for its prey. Oh, the things he would do to her. Imagining about the scene was making his dick hard. 

He walked over to the bar and took a seat. Looking at him, the bartender greeted him, "Good evening sir."  There was fear in his eyes. Vincent liked it. He nodded to the bartender with the slightest hint of appraisal. 

"What would you like to have, sir?"

Vincent started looking for his prey and without looking at the bartender, he said, "Nothing for now." The bartender nodded and got back to the other clients. Vincent scanned through the pub. The rock concert was in full swing. A huge crowd was present there and another crowd was near the dance floor where there was some show down going on. Near the tables, there were a few people seated having something to eat. His gaze stopped at one particular table. The girl sitting at the table, caught his attention. She was wearing a red button down blouse , the sleeves stopped at her elbows, and a black flare skirt, which reached her knees. She was sitting and looking around as if waiting for someone. Her dark hair was thick and long and reminded him of the waves of a river. She looked very plane and simple. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take his eyes off her. He smiled at the way her hair kept falling on to her face due to the air and she kept pulling it behind her ear. It was clearly visible that she was getting irritated with it. 

Then, he watched her do something. She let out a deep breath as if running out of patience and gathered all of her hair into her hands. She held her entire hair, held it behind her head and twisted it into a bun. That action did something strange to him inside. He found it very feminine and arousing in a way. His smile broadened. He saw her looking over at the bar and standing up. She was closing in. It hit him at that moment, that there is a chance that the girl walking towards the bar may be Nina. Could it be? He wished it was her. She was wearing red and she was walking over to the bar.

He watched her as she walked towards the bar and took a seat two seats away from him. He thought if it was Nina, she would've recognized him. But again, even if she recognized him, she wouldn't show it.  The bartender asked what she would be having and she ordered for a glass of water. Vincent's gaze never missed her. She was looking around the place searching for someone. It could possibly be him. She took a sip from the water and put it back down.Her eyes travelled all around and stopped at him. She saw him watching her. She looked at him for a couple of seconds and looked away, clearly avoiding his gaze.

8:18 PM

It was time for him to call Nina. He wanted to know if this girl was her. Right fucking now. He took her phone and looked for Nina's contact and hit the call button. He kept watching her intently. Her phone was in her hand and if she was Nina, her phone would ring in no more than 5 seconds. She was looking around and he was watching her. Five, four, three....through his phone, he could here that the phone started ringing. Immediately, the phone in the girl's hand started ringing. Vincent watched. He saw her look at her phone. She looked around and looked back at the phone. Quite an act she was putting up there. She ignored the call at last and his phone stopped ringing. He chuckled. And kept watching her.

She was his prey for the night. It surprised him that she looked very innocent and vulnerable from the outside yet she was so twisted and dirty inside. That hideous little bitch is gonna pay for her act. He would make sure of it. On the other hand, he liked the way she looked. Fresh and pure, like a ripe fruit, it would be fun to taste her. He would bite her at all places. The thought made him bite his own lips. Smirking, he got up and left upstairs.

8:20 PM

He's gonna show his little toy how he liked to play rough. He's gonna fuck her till she passed out. After he was done with her, she won't be able to move her legs let alone stand and walk outside. He stepped into his office and took his pocket knife. He placed it in his pant pocket. The tape went into the jacket pocket. Now that he has seen his toy, he was ready to get high. He took the piece of paper and rolled it like a cigarette. He took a visiting card from the table and made long thin lines of the powder. With the rolled paper to his nose, he took a deep sniff of one long line of cocaine. The drug got into his system immediately. His head went back and his eyes were closed. He let out the deepest breath. His body started to vibrate and he opened his eyes. He felt all the power in the world. All the adrenaline in the world.  He checked his watch which read  8:23 PM. He didn't give a shit. He wanted her now.

8:24 PM

He was limitless. Fierce. A fierce predator going for his prey. He stepped out of the office and looked through the pub. The seat near the bar was empty. He looked around for Nina through the crowds. In the crowd he spotted his prey making her way to the rest room. An evil grin spread across his face. She too can't wait for it. He stepped downstairs and looked over at the manager. He was watching. He signaled towards the rest room. The manager nodded. Vincent walked through the crowd , his eyes fixated on the restroom door. He opened the door and entered inside. A couple of seconds later, a waiter came to the door and put up a board which read "UNDER REPAIR".