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I ’m lying on a cold, concrete floor when I come to. Pain throbs through my skull and my throat burns, ragged from crying and screaming. I jerk against the ropes binding my limbs, biting into my wrists and ankles.

Oh God! This is really happening.

The damp basement walls press in around me, illuminated only by a sliver of light peeking through the grimy makeshift curtain covering the small window to my right.

I’m utterly helpless before this faceless monster and whatever sick fantasies he has in store for me.

My pulse hammers as I struggle futilely, raw panic flooding my veins.

This must have been Molly’s plan. I told her I wanted it to feel as real as possible, but damn, if she followed through with my crazy demands, she succeeded.

I am scared shitless, and a little aroused at the same time.

The sound of approaching footsteps echoes through the empty room, and a figure emerges from the shadows. “Hello, baby,” he purrs, his voice dripping with sinister intent. “I hope you’re feeling rested. You have a big day ahead of you.”

Day??

Fuck, how long have I been here?

He has an accent, but I can’t place it… God, my head is spinning.

I try to scream, to plead with him to let me go, but all that comes out is a whimper. He walks up to me, reaches down, and brushes a strand of hair from my face, gently tucking it behind my ear.

His movements are slow, and his touch soft, but something tells me nothing is gentle about him.

Is he trying to ease my nerves only to make it worse when I least expect it?

A door opens and shuts somewhere in the dimly lit basement, and bright fluorescent lights flicker on suddenly, causing my heart rate to spike even more.

I blink a few times, trying to adjust my eyes to the sudden brightness.

As my vision comes into focus, I notice another man standing in the corner, his face covered by a black mask.

He looks taller and slightly more muscular than the one kneeling in front of me.

“Consider this your new cage, little Dove,” the man in the black mask growls as he leans against the wall and crosses his arms over his chest. I try to speak, but not a single sound leaves my lips.

“Get her some water, will ya?” the man in the white mask orders, looking over his shoulder.

“Did Molly hire you and tell you to call me that?” I ask, my voice just above a hoarse and shaky whisper.

They look at each other and then back at me.

“She sure did, Dove. She had quite the list of… ideas, ” the black mask says and chuckles as he takes his leave.

Moments later, he reemerges and steps closer with a glass of water.

I hesitantly take a sip as he holds the glass to my lips, still confused as to what ideas Molly gave them.

Maybe it’s part of the act? I get it… They don’t want to ruin the illusion. It’s hot, in a scary way…

Friday, 10:41 PM

We decide to go next door to our studio, Clover Ink, and leave little Alex alone with her spiraling thoughts as part of our game. We want her scared, not knowing how much time has passed in that cold, dark basement, and the drugs in her system will aid in my plan just perfectly.

I gave her an extra special something before she woke up and Kieran has no idea. I made sure the water washed down the evidence, so now we wait for the fun to begin.

I slipped a dose of Donepezil past those pouty lips and made sure she swallowed it down before she woke up.

I can’t wait to have them wrapped around my cock before the night is over.

She will enjoy a mild drug-induced delirium soon.

She might have some memory loss, which is preferred in our line of work, but I only want her disoriented and unable to tell time.

I couldn’t care less if she remembers what happens here—we are wearing masks, after all.

The sharp sting from the needle floods my senses with a euphoric high. My cock hardens as Kieran leans forward to inspect my fresh piercing.

He lightly tugs on the bar in my eyebrow, gripping it tightly as his gloved fingers twist on the steel ball. I remember the delicious bites of pain when he reluctantly pierced my cock. Four metal bars lining the underside to create my Jacob’s Ladder.

“All done,” he murmurs as he turns to move away from me. I grab him, curling my fingers around his throat, and hold his dark gaze.

I can smell the faintest hint of mint and smoke on his breath as his jade-green eyes search mine for my intentions.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?” He questions in a serious tone.

The chuckle is almost involuntary as I tilt my head, letting my gaze rake over his features.

From his messy jet-black hair to the dark scruff dusting his jaw.

I feel a bead of blood trickle down from my fresh piercing and instinctively lift my free hand and swipe my finger through the crimson—never breaking eye contact with him.

“You know, brother, blood gets me fucking hard…” I trail off as I wipe the red glistening digit onto my tongue before smirking. “Hmm, wanna taste?”

Kieran’s eyes immediately dart down to my mouth as I hold out my coated tongue with a smirk.

He doesn’t make a sound or move a muscle, so I close my mouth.

“Don’t fucking stare like that after you pierce me if you don’t like the consequences,” I growl, dropping my hand from his neck and straightening off the chair.

“We’ve been down this road before Kieran, no need to make it such a big deal.

Especially since we’ve got work to do soon. ”

He clears his throat and walks out of my station, briefly looking back at me from the doorway. “We’re not working yet, Fin. I’m not gay and what happens on the tapes, only happens because the viewers pay more for that shit. I don’t have time for your bullshit tonight, nor do I have the patience.”

I scoff, adjusting my cock in my jeans. “Did I say you were? Sex doesn’t need labels.

But sure thing, boss … When you decide to crawl out from that societal cage you keep yourself locked in, let me know.

” I grit out and I hear him pull out the chair at the front desk and scoff loudly before turning up the music.

Painkiller by Judas Priest blasts through the speakers as I clean up the station.

He used my station to do my piercing and couldn’t be bothered to break it down and clean up afterward.

What a dick.

He can either suck on my tongue or he can feel his handy work down his throat, either way he needs to get a fucking grip and let go of his hang-ups.

We’re not related nor are we in fucking high school and his obvious sexual struggle is nothing to be ashamed of, especially not in our ‘after dark’ profession.

If I can only get him to see that he doesn’t have to hold onto this bullshit, he’d be so much more relaxed.

If he’d let me help him get through this like I did by myself a few years back, he’d finally be himself again. I used to feel the shame and pressure of society, but shame is a useless fucking feeling. There is no “wrong” way to feel about sex.

The stress he chooses to carry is going to hinder his performance during our session tonight and I can’t have that. We need that fucking money.

“God, Kieran, turn off the music. Let’s go, we have work to do,” I say as I walk up to him.

He ignores me and continues staring at the ceiling while tapping his boot to the drums of the song.

“I’m sorry, okay? But for fuck’s sake, when are you going to embrace your true self?

Why do you still insist on hiding from me? ”

He flicks his eyes to mine and sucks in a deep breath before speaking.

“Fin, this is not about you. In fact, it has fuck all to do with you! We’re family and I’m not fucking that up just because I got hard while recording with you a couple of times.

I don’t want anything to change or get fucking weird. Just let it go!”

I clear my throat and stare daggers at him.

“Some things stay the same only by changing… If you allow shame to control you and keep refusing to grant yourself freedom, it will destroy you. I don’t want that to fucking happen, Kieran.

We’ve been close since day one and sex isn’t going to change that. ”

Sighing loudly, I nod my understanding to him. “But I get it… I want you to be honest with yourself… and well, me . C’mon, let’s get back to the basement.”

Friday, 11:34 PM

I swear I’ve been sitting here for hours. My ass is going numb on this frigid concrete. They tossed me in this dark pit what seems like an eternity ago. The silence is deafening. I don’t have a damn clue what these jerks have planned for me… if anything.

If this is all there is to it, Molly should get her money back. This is boring as fuck!

My fear is gone, replaced by a sore ass, rope burns, and a raging annoyance.

“Hey, assholes! This isn’t fun anymore!” My voice bounces off the basement walls.

I try to shift, but it’s useless. I am fucking livid at this point.

Between these assholes and their top-notch rope-binding skills, I’m stuck in the world’s most uncomfortable position and God knows how much longer they will leave me like this.

More time passes without any sound other than my heavy, jagged breathing in the black hole they put me in, so I scream and scream until my voice nearly gives out, though the shadows swallow my pleas. I cry out until I hear footsteps approaching the door to the stairs in the dark corner.

It creaks open, and the masked men make their way down, stopping at my bound feet. They tower over me, and I feel small and vulnerable in their presence. The white masked stranger kneels in front of me and I reluctantly meet his whiskey-colored eyes.

“Are you ready for the next part of our game, little Dove?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly. I narrow my eyes at him, trying to gauge his intentions.

“What’s the next part?” I ask, my voice steady despite the fear that is lurking in the back of my mind. Again.

The two men share a knowing look before the one in the white mask speaks again. “You’ll be our pretty little doll for the night, baby. Our plaything. Our prey,” he says, his hand reaching up to caress my cheek.

Their doll? Prey? What the fuck? I didn’t think the actors would actually touch me. What kind of service did Molly hire for my psychotic fantasy?

I instinctively flinch away from his touch, and the tall man in the black mask steps forward, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at him.

“You don’t have a say in the matter, little Dove.

You’re entirely at our mercy,” he snarls, his grip tightening on my face.

I try to pull away from him and free my arms, but the rope is too tight around my wrists.

The intense look in his eyes, his words, his harsh touch, and the bite from the rope are driving me wild.

Am I scared, or am I horny? Both? Is that even possible?

My brain is screaming at me to fight back and escape, but my pussy has other ideas… She wants and enjoys every second of this unpredictable scenario.

“Hmm, if we are going to play, you probably want to know a little more about us, huh, baby?” the man in white coos, sarcasm dripping from his words like venom.

“You can call me Fintan. This is Kieran,” he gestures to his counterpart, who still has his firm hand on my face.

“And you’ll be our little Dove . Sound good? ”

Sucking in a hesitant breath, I nod. I don’t think I want to know what’ll happen if I shake my head instead.

“Cool. Now be a good girl and shut the fuck up until we come back for our game tonight.”

They’re Irish. God, that was going to drive me crazy…It’s not a thick accent but I do hear it.

Wait…Surely, they didn’t just tell me their real names.

Fuck, what are they planning?

Fintan stands up, brushing off his knees before turning to leave the room.

Kieran follows closely behind him, but not before giving me one last menacing look.

I am left alone in the dim basement again, wondering what will happen next.

The fear comes back in full force, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

What has Molly gotten me into? Fuck, what did I get myself into?!

Where the fuck did she find this service?!

God, Alex, let this be a lesson: “Careful what you fucking wish for!”