Ecstasy (boyxboy)

Prologue

EVEN'S POV

"Ugh!!"

I look around, eyes drooping, head pounding.

This is not how I thought my Saturday would begin. Hungover and covered in vomit.

'So much for forming good habits' ,I think bitterly.

I look around, taking in my environment, that's if I can call it one.

From the filthy floors, to the bottle strewn counter, to the questionable stains on the walls, couch and curtains, the mouldy smell that gives the impression that there's a dead body somewhere within the premises, I come to the conclusion that this place has not had a bath since the 80's. Or since it was built. Whichever.

I'm pretty sure whoever built this place got its materials from the garbage. It was designed to look like this. Yes that has to be it.

I lay back down on the couch, too lazy to get up.

I wonder where my friends are?. Dead presumably. I sure hope so.

I drag my body from the abomination the occupants calls a couch and look for the door.

After 20 minutes of opening doors to other filthy rooms, I come to the conclusion that the place either belongs to a group of homeless people or a filth worshiping cult.

'Lord beseech thee to let thy servant cometh across thy latter.' I pray. That way they might sacrifice me to Refuse, God of filth and finally relieve me of this fucking headache.

The thought of homeless people actually throwing a party, a kick ass one at that leaves me cackling. For obvious reasons.

After considerable time passes, I come across a live occupant in the house, a miracle. He's a homeless dude I automatically call Toe. Because.....why not?

'Thank the lord Jesus'' I think sarcastically when Toe finally shows me the front door. As he opens it, I'm pretty sure it would be a portal leading to another dimension of filth.

The light illuminates the house a bit and I finally take a look at myself properly. If I were to get baptized right now, I won't be cleansed of my sins. Just filth. Thick, thick filth. Looks like I had an orgy with a dumpster, which judging from my environment, is a very likely possibility.

I'll probably have to take a shower at least 7 times to even be considered not filthy any more.

And that's if Toe isn't leading me to a trap that just looks like the outdoors, so i can let my guards down for the ritual.

I step out and Toe closes the door.

I let out a breath I had been holding. No sad wicker man tale of dirt lovers burning me so Refuse, the dirt god will give them their annual dosage of dirt.

Not sure I'd meet their criteria anyways.

I wasn't pure of heart.

I did not come here of my own free will, well kinda. There is concrete evidence that I was hesitant to come here, an alibi, methinks. Maybe the claw prints on my door knob. That has to count for something.

I did not wear a costume, which i assume would be homeless people outfit.

I don't have authority from the King. Does Norway still have one. I don't remember. If they do, he's most likely living his life unaware of my existence.

And I am not a virgin. Ha!.

Me and virgin being in the same sentence is probably the biggest contradictory statement in the United States since Kanye West and the BLM movement.