Unraveled

Chapter Four

Unedited.

Who I imagine as Duke. But ya know, with grey eyes.

Sweat and sex was a pungent scent in the air, making her lip curl in disgust, but it awoke a primal instinct in her. The urge to be untamed, to be wild.

Lights flickered around as various women slid their bodies up and down poles, moving themselves suggestively. Dressed in eccentric lingerie, they moved beautifully amongst each other, prancing proudly across the stage in their heels, not caring for the eyes watching them intently.

"Duke, aye. This way, chica." Sarai whistled to catch her attention.

The blonde bombshell that she considered a close acquaintance skillfully picked her way through the crowd, waving for Duke to follow.

Pulling a face at the loss of light on that direction, Duke hesitantly followed, hand brushing against her waistband for a moment, briefly checking for her knife. Worry gnawed at her harshly, the entire situation uncomfortable and nerve wracking.

This was not what she meant by having a good time. Argumentatively, she figured herself the type to break into an abandoned building and just chill and eat food. Maybe smoke a bit of weed, that type of thing. Not a strip club.

Hell, she was too scared to breath fearing she'd catch whatever the hell these men were taking that made them think that strip clubs were okay to go to while they wore that band on their finger. Disgusting. It was cheating on their significant other.

Light eyes skimmed from the men to her awaiting acquaintance, long legs carrying Duke over to the woman.

The shorter, caramel skinned woman looped her arm through Duke's, pulling her close.

"This place is giving me the creeps." Duke shot her an incredulous glare.

"What do ya mean, Sarai? I thought this was your cup of tea." She teased the blonde. Sarai laughed.

"God no, I love dick too much too just give it up." A smirk pulled across Duke's freckled face.

Sarai bobbed her head to The Weeknd's Party Monster, dragging Duke deeper to through the strip joint. Dark walls glittered from the lights in the main room, casting a soft glow upon the walkers of the hall. Duke frowned as she felt Sarai's grip tighten on her as male voices got louder as she led the pair towards them.

Just what had the woman so nervous? Duke was about to have a cussing fit if she was about to be drug into some illegal shit.

"Sarai, babydoll!" A red haired man appeared as they ducked into a curtained doorway.

Loungers were laid carefully throughout the room with people of various orientations and genders sprawled across them. Red and white tile matched the white leather that cushioned many, although Duke thought the purple walls were quite odd.

"Helloooo, handsome. Whatcha been up to, you devil, you?" The blonde purred as she sidled up to the red.

"Usual, bein' a real killa." Duke watched in morbid fascination as her mind pictured the male sitting in the room on a lone chair covered in blood and surrounded by numerous bodies.

Sarai giggled at the man, brushing off his words, but Duke could see it. This man did look like a killer. A strong build with intelligent features, a panty dropping accent. Oh yeah. He could definitely kill for pleasure.