Fear

Chapter 1- Pity the coward (Common Route)

"Fear is nothing more than a state of mind." -Napoleon Hill

[Thirteen years later]

Chapter 1- Common Route pt.1 

(Asuka)

The Black Rose was a third rate club housed in a rundown warehouse on the outer edges of the Southern District, with broken in windows and crumbling walls that let out the smell of rot, garbage, sweat, and old booze that always lingered thickly in the air inside the building. Scratchy music blasted through blown speakers that stood as tall as a man and weighed about as much as three, which were placed haphazardly and at uneven distances along the walls. A few had been knocked over since it was open for business, though no one really knew when that was, injuring a few people and, if one believed the stories, squished the life out of a few with their emence weight, but no one ever bothered to pick them up again to check. Instead, those that were knocked down were used as tables, benches, meeting places, and , in the darkest corners of the buildings, places where people could go to relieve built up sexual desires. Nobody cared about it being in public. There were no security guards or people in charge to stop it. Most people were to lost in their own little dream worlds, flying far too high in the sketchy powders and pills that were passed around freely, to care much about anything. Those who weren't often just joined in, hoping to get laid before the dawn shut off the flashing lights and horrible music, forcing them to return to their own selves until darkness asended again.

In the early morning hours, at the apex of time where both the black night loomed dominate over everything and the first tiny glimpses of dawn's light threatened to topple everything over, A young woman dressed in a simple black dress slipped unnoticed right out the club's squeaky front doors. The stiletto heels of her boots clicked and the metal bracelets she wore jingled as she walked calmly down the cracked concrete stairs that lead up to the building as if she didn't  have a good sum of money wrapped up in a bright green leather jacket of the man she just robbed tucked under her arm. He had been a distastful man, disrrespectful and completely shameless in his actions as he continually tried to feel her up, insisting with a slurred voice that all he wanted was a quick blow. He'd make it worth her while afterword, he assured. That was, he smirked, if her pretty mouth could handle him. He said it like a challenge.

The young woman was only disgusted.

To get what she wanted, though, she played along and resisted the urge to wrinkle her nose at the man's personal mixture of body oder and cheap cologne. Pretending to be sweetly convinced, she grinned and got down on her knees right there before him. The only thing he did that was remotely decent in her presence was slip off his jacket, the bright green one in her arms now, and cover her head with it, draping the sleeves around his waist to hold in in place as she undid the complicated belt that held up his pants, but she knew it was only for his sake rather than to save her from the mortification of public humiliation. Inwardly, she rejoiced only slightly at the fact that the man had just made her job all that easier when thick heavy rolls of money bounced slightly against her shoulders. Sucessfully undoing the belt, the young woman began working on the button of his pants, the bulge of the man's sudden rising erection straining against the material of his clothing. The back of her neck started to sting and ache painfully.

How easy it would be, she thought, to utterly destroy this man-body, mind, and soul. No body would miss him, no body would care.She could leave his body where it fell at her feet and not even feel a single shred of guilt at what she did. She could, she could, but at the same time, she couldn't. The other one wouldn't let her.

Undoing the button, the young woman pulled down the man's zipper and his erection, not held back by any underwear, sprung free almost immedietly, brushing hot against her cheek. She shuddered, for a second wanting to gag at the feeling,  but she held back, taking the thick organ in her hand. The pain in the back of her neck increasing, she made the man feel.