Mysterious Skin (boyxboyxboy)

The Truth.....

I woke up to the smell of food. My real only weakness. I opened my eyes slowly, only to realize I was in a vacant room. I got up, off the bed to find my long lost forgotten panties and sweats. I then heard the two Devils coercing down the dark dreary hallway. I pulled them on and tiptoed down the corridor. I got three feet from turning the corner and leaned against the wall, I put my hand to my mouth to stifle my breathing. What I heard had me stunned and confused, instead of two, I heard multiple voices. "The shipment came into Port Chester, right on time." The voice was gruff and ruley, "Also we're having a bit of a problem with the 'South Side', it seems someone's tipped of the Feds about our..... Dealings." I heard one of the twins speak, judging by the tone, Kyler, "Don't worry, I'm sure some simple pocket change will be plenty persuasive. Just as I did with Shion, I haven't heard any buzz from the DEA lately about the club."
"Look I still think we should relocate to Italy, we may have been lucky but the Genovese name is out there now, we're under a lot of pressure, Boss."

Genovese?! The Italian Mafia!?! Shit, Ben! What in the Hell did you get me into, God! Ok, calm down and think. I completely shut down, I was dead to the world as my thoughts raced around in my head. And then I came back to reality, shit I gotta go! I snuck back to the room praying to God that the wooden floor wouldn't creek. As I crawled back in bed my stomach so happily reminded me of why I got up in the first place, I was starving! Really that's all you can think about right now? How stupid are you, tummy? And yes I was actually talking to my stomach, thank the gods it wasn't aloud. Although maybe they'll kick me out if they think I'm looney, or they'd send me out in a body-bag. Hmmm, decisions. Nah, I'm good. Well, let's see, how can I use this as an advantage? I bet the police would pay a pretty price, but it could go another way all together. I could end up dead, hmm. I guess we'll have to see.

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After about an hour or so of raging war with my thoughts, the Devils appeared with a plater filled with food. It consisted of everything from eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles, french-toast, and fruits. I was in utter shock, with one dilema, where to begin eating. The twins drank coffee and read newspapers, occasionally looking up at me and laughing at how I was stuffing my face. I ignored every sly comment and continued to happily gorge myself. By the time I was done I had a stomachache and twin food babies, I just snuggled into the blankets and went to sleep. Somehow, seemingly unaware of my surroundings. That or I was too full to care, either way I was out like a light.

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The next day they left for a 'business' trip and would be back in a couple hours. Your thinking perfect, right? Time to escape, well no, they locked the door from the outside and had bodyguards guarding the hallway outside. So I decided to investigate! Not a good idea, I found a door adjacent to the bedroom cracked open, which it was usually locked. When I opened it I almost fell backwards, it was stocked up to the brim with guns. They lined the walls, starting at the bottom little cute pistols then going from that to rocket launchers. And in the middle of the room were shelves loaded with ammo, I'm not a gun person. Never was, so seeing the full S.W.A.T. Team equipment had me a little nervous. Now the real question, did I decide to use all this crap to escape? Well the logical choice yes, my choice, Hell No! I'm not a Gi Joe! Are you insane, I've never even held a gun, let alone shoot one! My luck I'd end up shooting myself. So I slowly backed up and closed the door quietly as I went.

I then came to Door Number Two, when I opened it I immediately slammed it shut! I got a glimpse of some S&M bullshit along with a table with most likely some freaky drugs. I ended my investigation, scared to go to door three, so I turned on my heels and marched to the living room and laid down on the couche. I let my mind wander aimlessly, I'm never going to get out of here, am I? I ended up taking a shower and calling it a day, but by the time I was comfortable the Devils appeared, undressing and crawling on top of me, and I'm pretty sure you know what came next. Let's just say I'm not only exhausted emotionally nor mentally. I can't tell if it's torture or not. God I'm tired.