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Frank

I hate this place. I pull up to the shack and see the little girl sitting with the sign from last time, though this time she’s holding a sword. I glare, exiting the car, and when she sees me, she stands and immediately bows.

“G-good evening, M-Milord… please let me call for the boss,” she stammers, but I shake my head, take the handle of the door, and open it.

“I got it.” I try to go inside, and she squeaks…

“W-wait… wh-what if you get lost?” She chews her lip.

“I got it,” I voice again and she bows, nodding vigorously as I enter the creepy ass club, this time giving me no issue.

The space is just as it was the last time I entered… no light, even when the door is wide open, there is only blackness. The further I walk inside, the more out of whack my body feels…

It’s as if I’m walking down stairs through a maze and the ground is sometimes flat… sometimes uneven, and sometimes like I’m walking on rocks or pebbles. It’s very fucking disjointing, but I still coolly make my way through, somehow sensing I’ll get to where I’m going no matter what…

Soon I come to see a light like that looks as if it’s miles and miles and miles away, but the more I walk, it gets closer at an alarming rate. Not only that, but bone-chilling and rhythmic music plays in my ears, almost as if trying to hypnotize me.

But I swat that shit away and finally step through a door, and it’s as if my body that was wound tight relaxes and my brain clears. I didn’t even know I was feeling anything other than good… until I step through the door and realize the entire time I was walking I felt like complete and utter shit…

I also realize the haunting music I was hearing was coming from here and that the deep bass of whatever the fuck instruments are playing is so loud it rattles my ribs with every beat.

The décor is the same blood red velvet-draped curtains with solid gold ropes to show the wealth and status of the club, along with the admittedly stunning art, but I walk past all of that through the black-glass doors of Club Illicit, where three doors greet you.

Sinners

Saints

Staff

My skin prickles with power when I turn to the Sinners door on the left. We didn’t visit that side when we came before, but I canfeelthe lust radiating from that room in droves. It’s an intoxicating pull that almost gets me, but I shake it off…

I’m not here for that. I need to quit this club, even though I haven’t even started.

I walk through the Staff door right in the middle and I curl my lip in disgust when I see that blind mother fucking bat buttoning up his shirt.

“Oh! I didn’t think you would come?!” he exclaims, turning his head to me, and no matter how I slice it, this mother fucker is creepy.How the fuck can he see me?

“I came to quit,” I mutter, and he raises a brow.

“Ah… I guess that makes sense… since you have awifeand all,” he spits, and I puff out my chest.

“Jealous?”

“Yes…” He cocks his head to the side, staring at me…if a blind person could stare…

“Well, you should be because my wife is perfect…” I boast.

“I am ashamed to know our father would giveyoua partner beforeme…I really must have fallen from his good graces.” He covers his face and I scrunch my face.

“The fuck you talking about? My dad didn’t hook me up with Jessica…” I correct him, and he turns his face to me with a sigh.

“You really don’t know anything, huh? Even though I can tell you’ve finally manifested and you smell like you’re about to combust,” the blind bastard hums, strumming his fingers, watching me. “Are you getting enough miasma… or maybe you’ve just sinned greatly?” he asks and we stay there watching each other when I realize this mother fucker knows something about me.

“What do you know…?”

“More than you, obviously.”

“Do you want to die?” I snarl and he chuckles…