Damnation! (18+ ONLY)

Damn : 18🌹

     It is all over!

Dedicated to: nafaeria24  Great works you put out. I wish you finnish the last book you wrote: 'Loving Torreto' I really want to see the ending in that story.

Jackson :

When he collapsed again, I knew I couldn't resuscitate him, so I left his physical form in the hallway. At least I saw now that I could actually appear before him in his waked up state and hunt him.

I will fuck him through what he sees, although I could not be physically there with him, it's a mystery how this spirit shit works.

I then got on his thought system. I made him do a sleep walk back to his room. He closed the door and locked it.

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Kennedy :

I was surprised when I didn't hear or see Martin for the past four hours.

I thought I heard him calling for me while I was still in the shower and his room was locked.

I took a spare key to open his room.

It's like he had forgotten that we need to head over to the club. He's gonna get us late for work...

He is be the best asset in our business. I was still upset that Kyle was fucking shit up, before we even got him to trust us. I know our business is not really ligit.

I had to lie to him so that he would stay. He kinder feel like he is still young. We're taking a huge risk hiring a minor. We need to protect him at all costs.

He is not just a beautiful boy, he's our ticket to become the best gay club in town.

We weren't making any profit from just being a club so that's why we decided to put other illegal practices, so that we could make some actual money.

Our club was the black market of trafficking people, we were the real Damnation. We did not leave lose ends. We mostly trafficked gay men, to become sexual slaves to our clients.

These were probably the pseudo heterosexual men, who mostly wanted to treat gay people as slaves. We gave them that.

We mostly took the kids who were probably abandoned by their parents on the streets and gave them their last hopes in life.

Meeting Martin was kind of dangerous because it was unexpected. He could've  been an undercover cop, for all we knew... We was going to reach that bridge when we get there.

Now seeing that he also had a problems, we would probably use that to sell him to his new slave master.

It's only a matter of time before that happens...

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Martin :

I was knocked completely the fuck out, I couldn't see anything. I heard a voice waking me. As I opened my eyes slowly, I saw Kennedy. I felt weird all of a sudden, I remembered that I had seen Jackson.

I started to sob and panic.

"Where is he?!" I asked Kennedy.

"Where is who? You have locked yourself inside of this room. Did you forget that you had a segment at the club?"

''Jackson was here and he wanted to hurt me. Where were you when I called? " I asked him again.

"First of all, I asked you first about the club? And who is Jackson?"

We both stared at each other without saying anything.

"I feel like I'm being hunted by a ghost. The person, I was made to escape from, has a way of finding out where I am." I said.

He sighed with exhaustion and he left me without saying another word.

I followed him, "What did I do?"

He stopped and looked at me with disappointment in his eyes.
"I thought you were happy for being here. I can see that I was wrong. You sleep when you're supposed to be enthusiastic about working. You're simply failing before you can even start and you even have excuses to justify your weird behaviour. I thought you were happy for this job?"

Before I could even answer him, he held up his hand and said, "I need to let you go, we can't have such slip ups. There's so much money at stake when we can't make such mistakes. You also need to leave my house. I can't be here to help you all the time. I also have my life and problems."

"This was just a one time mistake. You can't tell me that it can get me fired or homeless... Can I atleast finnish my segment for today?" I looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Okay, but you're leaving my apartment when you're done. Kyle would be the only one who is responsible for you." He finally said.

I thought we were friends. I don't know what I did that got Kennedy to be so upset with me. I felt tired, I felt sick and depressed. I felt helpless and used. I couldn't contain my frustration, so I balled my eyes as we headed to the club. Nothing mattered any more.

~

When we arrived at the club, it looked prestigious. The guests that were there seemed like very monied fellas.

We headed to the change room. They were no formalities, nobody greeted me and I was just given orders.

They told me that my segment would be for the one guest only and I had to impress him, give him whatever he wanted and they might consider me as one of them if I pass that test.

I was wearing an underwear that was very transparent with stilettos.

When I walked inside the room where I had a segment... The room was dark and the lights were very centred of the stage. I only could could see the chair with a dildo on it. I think those were my only props for this segment.

'Ice' by Kelly Rowland started playing and the lights started illuminating the stage. I saw a silhouette of a figure, it was of a man. He was sitting on the centre of the audience chairs.

I started dancing even though I felt so self-conscious, I danced until the song ended.

I was dancing on that stage using the only crops that I saw, I acted like I was bouncing on that dildo as it brushed passed my ass. I literally rubbed my booty cheeks on it.

When I was done the lights came on and I saw the person I never expected to be there, it was Jackson. He was the only guest that I had to impress. My breath stuck inside my throat, I felt like I was losing oxygen. Tears came to my eyes. "Hey young Martin, aren't you happy to see me?" He asked me.

I fell down on my knees, I felt as if my heart was stopping. Jackson was my only nightmare in that moment. What the fuck did I put myself into?!