Blood And Tears

Kabanata 1

CELESTE

A crimson light is mirrored in every nook of the red dungeon.

A place where your sex fantasy turns into bloody reality.

Where you are free to take anyone between your thighs.

Punish them with all means in exchange for pleasure.

Or playin' with one's life.

Where power and wealth take precedence, pay for a game, and wagering for life and enjoyment.

Life shouldn't matter when money talks.

Drugs.

Sex.

Guns.

Bloods.

Cackles.

Cards are rampant to a whole chamber.

Where we nakedly wander along the hallway to serve drinks, drugs and assist them with what they needed.

I've seen more than just the death of your favorite pet, and I'm used to seeing how life takes up easily by other people as if they were killing some fresh meats in their garden.

Yet, I'm still wondering how these people can enjoy their lives while those most in need suffer and die in hunger.

I shouldn't be asking myself these same questions again cause the answer is overly apparent, no doubt that they are awful creatures who must rot in hell rather than the innocent who do for nothing and suffer in a false accusation.

And who would expect these people they admire, over-use illicit drugs, to play rough sex with a couple of men and women?

Do people who fight in front of everyone else laugh together? It seems they're the closest people in the world.

How terrible this creature is, they are hideous to make spectaculars, asking for public sympathy, and they are ruling the world.

Money rules the world.

And I jerked off when someone intentionally cupped my bottom; he squeezed it mercilessly.

His wicked mouth touches my neck and teases my ears; the thrills from his wet tongue make me shudder.

"May I have a glass?" He mumbled against my ears.

But his perversion governs in his act, he brushes his hands on my skin, snakes through my exposed belly and his lips touched my shoulder.

The cold air makes me stiffs and freezes for an instant.

I have no clothes covering my body besides a little silky black panty and a leather collar in my neck bound by chains with cuffs in my pulse.

"Yes, sir." I breathed in, and severity is evident in my tone.

Limit this perverted guy to touch nor blocks the intimacy he had of me.

He took a glass of wine and freely kissed my shoulder, and I control the urge in my system to slap and kick his balls.

I hated how this freaking famous actor used to be an avid customer of the red dungeon, where he has a public figure of being a gentleman, but yeah, looks can be deceiving. And you can only see their true colors behind cameras.

And even I wanted to rip his throat; I must not make another mistake again, which I'll surely regret at the end of the day.

I let him touch me, kiss me, and endure his lascivious deeds.