After work, I went straight home. Normally, I don't care about anything after I get home and pour myself a drink. Except today, something is different. There's a little demon on my shoulder whispering that something is waiting for me out there tonight.
I go to my closet and look for something special. If anyone walked into my closet right now, they'd think I was in eternal mourning because I only have clothes, shoes, and accessories in black. But it's just my taste in color, nothing special about it.
I walk through my closet looking for something perfect, until my eyes land on my black combat boots that I haven't worn in a while. I grab them and set them aside. Then I find a pair of black jeans with some rips down the legs and grab them. And from a box on top of the wardrobe, I get a black skull mask that covers from my nose down.
I got this mask from my dad when I turned thirteen to go to a Halloween party, and now I'm going to use it again. I take a relaxing bath and return to the closet twenty minutes later. I grab a pair of socks and put them on my feet, put on black boxers, then the jeans, and finally the combat boots.
I look at myself in the mirror and put black eyeliner around each eye. I admire myself for a while and feel like something is missing from my look. I observe for a bit longer, decided to put on some body oil for a sweaty effect, until I look at my hands.
I figured out what's missing from my look. I need to cover my fingerprints, I need a pair of gloves. I go to my glove drawer and grab a pair of black leather gloves. Now, spiked hair, perfect look.
"Dom? Are you ready yet?" Jason bursts into my room shouting.
"If you're not ready, we're taking you as you are," Jack threatens.
I come out of my closet and they're both sprawled on my bed. They know how much it irritates me, and they keep doing it.
"Another set of bed linens that will be burned. Thanks, cousins."
"Are you kidding me?" Jason asks, getting up as he looks me up and down.
"Something wrong?" I ask.
"Of course! You're drawing more attention than both of us, that's not fair!" Jack complains.
"It's simple, take off your shirts like I did, and then we'll go."
"Just a minute… Now you're asking to go?" Jack analyzes me. "Jason, they abducted our cousin and put an alien in his place."
"I think we'd better see if he's not carrying a weapon, I'm suspicious."
"If you search me, you'll find a pair of handcuffs and three pocketknives."
They look at me and start laughing. I don't care if they don't believe me. Actually, it doesn't really matter. I want to explore this night that seems so attractive to me.
We head out. They came on motorcycles, but I opted for my car. I follow them as they play on the road with their bikes. Half an hour later, I see lights coming from an alley, and they enter it. Further ahead, there's a garage, and I park my car there, then go back and enter the alley where they're waiting for me.
"Does this alley have an exit?"
"A corridor up ahead, where the party is!" Jason answers.
Indeed, the alley is lit with an annoying show of colored lights. When we reach the end of the alley, on the right side, there's a corridor that leads to a huge open space. There are people everywhere, some dressed in something similar to what we're wearing, and others, mostly women, dressed in clothes that make them look pure and innocent.
They want to look like easy prey for predators in this dark world, but to me, it looks very forced, they all look like Bella from the Twilight saga. Some even imitate her gestures, it's so mediocre and boring.
"Full of hotties, drinks, and themed music. Anyone want to pick up a hottie for tonight?" Jack asks, rubbing his hands.
We start walking through the party. I found a baseball bat, liked the object, and started dragging it around until some imbecile bumped into me and called me an idiot. I think he needs a doctor now.
My cousins took the bat from my hand and threw it into a barrel that was on fire. The unconscious man was left behind a huge dumpster, and they quickly dragged me away from there to the other side of the party, and that's when my eyes landed on a woman who was nothing like the others here.
She looks at me for a second and then looks away. Jacket, dress, stockings, boots, my favorite color dominates her body and accessories. Her beautiful hair brings a special charm to her face, her mouth with red lipstick makes me want to kiss her.
"Dom? Are you okay? You look like you're hyperventilating. Calm down, cousin." Jack puts his hand on my shoulder, and I remove it.
"Continue your night from here, I've already found what brought me here."
"What do you mean? Where are you going?" Jason asks, and I ask back:
"Jason, you like redheads, don't you?"
"Sure, you know I do! Why do you ask?"
"Just look, and you'll understand!"
I calmly walk towards the woman, but as I get closer, I notice her short stature. Looking from here, she must be five foot three, and that only makes me more attracted. I stop in front of her, she looks up at me and says to her friend:
"There you go, Nala, there's a giant, intimidating, muscle-bound guy with a psycho face, just like you wanted. You can enjoy your night, I'm going to get a drink, you know where to find me."
She tries to take a step to the side, and I follow her pace. She looks up once more. I look at Jason and nod towards the redhead, and he immediately understands. The woman in front of me starts talking:
"Look, I know I'm here, but I'm just company for my friend. She's acting, I'm not. So go have fun with her."
The woman takes another step to the side, wanting to go towards the bar, and I follow her movement. As soon as Jason picks up the redhead and walks away with her, I do the same with the brunette in front of me. But the direction I'm going is the parking lot.
"What do you think you're doing?" She hits my chest and my shoulder. "Let me go, put me down now. Help… Help."
She screams, but the women around us envy her and say things like: "Help? Your night is made." But right now, I can only focus on my body, which didn't reject the touch of her skin.
I don't feel my scars, which are covered by tattoos, burning. I always feel that when other women touch me, I feel them burn as if they were still raw flesh.
But with this woman, that's not happening. I was already mentally preparing for the pain, but so far, the only thing I feel in my body is a heat mixed with a lust consuming my body and soul.
Arriving at my car, I put her on the ground and handcuff her wrists. She looks at me, irritated, and struggles to get out of my grip until she insists:
"Look, big guy, I'm going to say it one more time, and this time very slowly: I'm not acting, I'm not participating in this madness, I'm not dressed like the women in there. Let me go, and I promise I won't report you to the police for touching me without my permission."
"You're not acting?" I ask, pretending to care. "Neither am I."
I speak seriously, giving her my worst look, and her eyes widen in shock. I push her into my car and close the door. She kicks the door and tries to open it, but she can't because I locked the doors. I distract her with myself for a second until I get into the car and lock the doors again.
"What do you think you're doing? Let me go, I won't tell anyone about what's happening here."
"Neither will I," I say, leaning towards her side and grabbing a spray I have in the glove compartment.
"What are you going to…"
I spray the contents of the bottle in her face twice, and she passes out instantly from inhaling too much of the sedative.
"Brunette, you've become my biggest curiosity at the moment. Shall we play?"
I let out a loud laugh, knowing she can't answer. I head to my apartment, which is nearby, a hidden place I call paradise.
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