“Can I have wine?” I drool out to him as I’m led away.
“OH, baby you’re going to get more than wine tonight.”
I like the sound of that dripping from his lips as the mask man lifts me higher in his embrace. Every step he takes has his muscles flexing against my body doing things to it, I lick my lips as I stare at his strong angular jaw. He is clenching it, bringing my fingers up to it I run them along his jaw, down his neck, flicking what I notice as painted red nails.When did that happen. I am finding it hard to focus on one thing. My attention is brought back to his man as my fingers reach the top of his shirt, trailing my fingers over the warm skin underneath a low growl escapes his body which quivers against my hand.
“Be careful lass you’re playing with fire you don’t want to get burnt.” His cold, harsh voice should be a warning bell to me but oh no not tonight it ain’t.
“I like fire.” I say slapping his tight jean-clad ass, his Irish twang gets my panties wet. Grunting he looks deep into my eyes stopping my heart with the stare of death I see in them, so fucking hot.
“Not this fire you won’t.” A cold chill erupts over my body as he pulls my hand from his shirt and just drops it, so it dangles to the side of my body. Those eyes haunt me as he carries me up the dimly lit corridor. “Where are we going?” I ask slurring.
“You’ll see” is all I get from the masked man with the sound of home laced to his voice.
Rounding the corner he stills, my body rises and falls with his breathing. Punching a series of numbers into a pin pad the door clicks, he pushes it open, we walk in over to a box shadowed in black lace. Placing me down next to it on a cold shiny black stage, I catch my reflection as I look down. I’m a hot fucken mess. Sadness swims in my eyes bringing with it disgust in my throat, rising my head up I watch him with curious eyes.
My heart rate spikes. As high as I am I know this isn’t good. I’ve been here before dancing for love, dancing for the pure high to sink down below into her oblivion, pulling out a cold sliver box from under the stage he has me sitting on, and pinging it open I see it holds the silver brush, silver compact powder box, the pillbox, the red lipstick and the shiny beautiful silver needle filled with a mixture I know too well. It has my mouth salivating and my body quivering for her sweet embrace, not taking my eyes away from the needle, the masked man brushes my hair out into nice long strokes falling in waves around my shoulders tickling low down my back, smiling at the movement I lick my lips.
“You like that or is it the needle that has you hot?”
Pulling my eyes up to meet his I suck my bottom lip into my mouth slowly rolling my eyes as a small sensual moan escapes me, he brings his hands up brushing my hair from my shoulders brings his lips down to the top of my collarbone grazing his teeth lightly over it, sucking in air my body intensively leans forward into him, pushing my mouth to his ear. “Give me just one sweet taste, and I shall be your very own private dancer,” I whisper out over him.
He groans pushing the bulge of his length which is straining against his tight jeans into my cracked open thighs hitting the sweet spot between them. Grinding forward my eyes head down to the needle, bringing my arms up I wrapped them around his neck intwining my fingers locking them in place. He snakes his hands under my ass lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist grinding up and down as his mouth and teeth find my bare neck sending sweet shivers down my body, my eyes roll back in my head as he tastes my skin, murmuring against my sweat-laced skin. “Still so sweet after all these years, baby?”
Stilling in his grip my mind travels back to where he has just taken my mind, a memory wanting to break through. The thirst for drugs is so strong. I’m drowning in the dire need, lady in red is coming out in all her finery and I can’t stop her. I know that voice damn this body is failing me, my mind is a blur. It’s getting harder to breathe as he assaults my body with his hands and the hot lashing of his tongue as he glides it all over my body. Harder to not go there, holding her back breaks me. I’m not strong enough, she's coming throwing my head back she’s here.
Looking deep into his eyes I mouth, “This isn’t my time, there is no going back, this is now the end of me and everything I’ve known.” smiling he throws me down onto the stage hard, before lowing himself over me, pushing the air from my lungs as he lays down on top of me, his muscles flexing, his length ever presence stabbing into my entrance. Bringing my earlobe into his teeth her bites down hard. I suck in air, rising my hips he lets go mouthing into my ear.
“Welcome back, our very own junkie love. Oh, baby how we have missed you. Tonight, you shall make a lot of men happy.” He laughs out a sick cold evil laugh that sends chills out over my damp skin. My eyes glaze over as I feel the tell-tale sting of the cold needle piercing my skin. A gasp of pleasure escapes my lips as its contents surge into my blood. Eyes rolling back I grind up hard onto his cock as I hear him groaning and the zipper of his jeans undo. Bringing his sweet lips to mine, his tongue darts into my hungry mouth just as he is about to enter my waiting body, It seems as though I am watching from high above, sitting in the rafters with angel and her army disgusted at myself. I shake as Viper walks in pulling skull mask number one back hard, forceful. He stumbles falling onto his back, skating a few feet on his back Viper stalks over slamming his black boot into his throat. Standing down hard on the man neck as his eyes bulge and the air is forced out in one foul whoosh.
“Did I say you could fuck her? NO!” He screams out his anger vibrating off him all the way over to where I lay. “I fucking said, and I repeat, ready her and fill her with the drugs, not your fucking cock. I haven’t had my fill of her ass yet, nor have I shown the great men of this town just how wonderful Ireland’s Celtic Goddess is.”
Pulling myself up to my elbows, I watch as men file in. Viper releases the masked man. I know him I’ve tasted him before. Looking up I see her then. Her light surrounding the rafters with her army and what looks like a shaking me, what the fuck, these are good drugs if I see myself up there, I mouth up to a sane, safe, clean me.
“Please love me when I’m gone, hold me tight, tell him I tried to be all he needed me to be.” A sinker comes from the evil me on my shoulder as a whimper escapes the good me on the other side looking back up to a clean me. Her eyes are crying for my soul that has gone I’m now drug blind. A shadow falls in front of my eyes blocking out the vision of me with the Angel army I wish they had stayed away. I so didn’t want her, Knox’s Angel, to see me this way. Dirty! Placing his cold palm behind my neck and bringing my face up towards his hand that is in a fist, I see the pile of pills as he opens it. I instinctively pull back, fighting I buck my body, pleading.
“No, No, Please NO more.” I cry out my voice a hoarse sound that my ears don’t recognize. The evil me throws back her head laughing rubbing her hands together. Yes this is just what we need. Snapping at her I try to get her to see reason. NO IT’S NOT! The good me just cries looking at me It's OVER she says as he slides the pills of love down my throat chasing them with the ice-cold bottle of water, it seems like days since I’ve had this grace my lips, no longer am I scared, for I am now too far gone to care.
Picking me up in his arms is the hold of the Viper his smell pulls me back in, nudging my nose into his neck I hear him whisper into my hair. “Welcome home baby,” placing a kiss, on the top of my head, he grabs a handful of my hair pulling it back hard, and the sharp the sting sends pain floating down my body.
“Now you’ll dance,” he spits at me as he drops me inside the black laced box. “Then, junkie love, you shall feast upon the dicks of men, saving me for last.” Licking his lips he leans down pulling my head back tight to expose my throat. He bites hard into the flesh, I feel the pop of skin as his teeth break through, blood spilling into his mouth. He brings a hand to the inside of my bra pinching and rolling my nipple through his fingers, my head lolls back, my heart beats like it's sure to explode and my eyes roll back as I whimper.
“Save me please!” To no-one re
ally. There is no hope for me, it’s done. This selfish bastard’s reflection is all I see as I say goodbye to the Blue I re-built and hello to the Blue that he had photographed in his eyes, full of drugs and lost hope.
Looking into my eyes he sneers, “Don’t disappoint baby.”
Watching him stalk away I do what I do the best. I fake it and dance as the roll of laughter and husky voices fill the room, squaring my shoulders flicking my hair back as the lace moves its way slowly up the box SHOW TIME BLUE show them what they wanna see what they have paid for.
My music starts Tinashe – 2 On ft. Schoolboy, my body knows just what to do like it was just yesterday I was here doing the same thing but on a stage in Dublin.
All eyes are on me as I’m introduced over the sound system. My music starts dimming out slightly before it’s cranked up a few notches, pushing my palms up against the walls of my perspex cage, I stare out at the men hungry for it. All eyes are on me as my hips slowly start to sway and my head rolls back, exposing my neck. My long red locks trailing down my spine. I roll from side to side not ever once allowing my eyes to leave Viper’s. This is what he wants. His dirty dancer. This is just what he will get, all five fucking fucked up foot of me. I slide down the wall, flicking my knees out, exposing my red lace panties, which are dripping wet with the juices of fake love and broken dreams. Bringing my hands up to my bra, I pop just one breast out to the gasps of the men, ooooh's and ahhs follow as two more men in skull masks walk up, flanking either side of my cage. They roll it forward so the men below can get a better look at my dancing body spinning round. I eye the masked men, popping back down. I twerk up hard against the clear wall as the door to my cage pops open, a small gush of air hits my body as skull mask number one enters, placing cold metal handcuffs on either wrists linking to a heavy cold chain. Pulling me down and outflanking my sides they order me to dance, grinding against the pole in the middle of the stage, the coldness bringing a soothing sensation over my hot body. I throw my head back as my eyes close over the familiar heat of her hold taking hold, sucking the air from my lungs, pulling me towards them to and fro, they pull and push me in the direction they want me to go, a chained puppet on show. I’m thrown down from the stage to another masked man awaiting me, he spins me in the air. “Look what we have here, the very own Celtic goddess of Dublin on our sweet soil dancing for your pleasure and entertainment.”
Placing me down into a pit of prowling hands, the smell of men’s sweat mixed with cigarette smoke and whiskey has me gagging. Hot hands grab me from behind popping the clip holding my bra in place. It falls to my feet as the air meets my nipple, then the ripping sound as they rip my panties from my body meets my ears, before they are pushing me forward, barking at me to walk and dance through your admirers, junkie love. “Show them just what they paid for,” Viper’s sick voice swims in my ear.
Spinning back round on the sick voice behind me I grab his cock in my hand. “Why don’t you dance with me?” squeezing hard, I wiggle my eyebrows at him full of courage and sass just the way I like it. This is pissing him off, me playing. It’s not a side he's used to and seeing the anger swim in his eyes has me laughing in his face. Looking at him square in the eyes my grip tightens on his length that, I feel, despite his want, is going thicker and harder at my touch. Pulling him in close so my lips are mere centimeters away from his whiskey laced breath, I hiss.
“Don’t tell me how to do this! I’ve been here before,” I gasp as he grabs me hard behind my neck and pulls me in deep to his shoulder lowering his mouth to mine.
“Let go and fucken dance for me, junkie love, just for me!” pulling me into his embrace, he sits down on a chair in the middle of these dirty men. My body straddle his as my breasts meet his gaze and my body tingles as my skin crawls. I have no choice; his fingers dig into my hips pinching the skin between them. Pain shoots through me, filling me with fire as I grind my hips over his crouch. Placing my hands on his shoulders pushing myself and my body in and out to the beat over his own greedy body. Looking over his shoulder I see the greedy, needy eyes of the men watching me. Some are smoking cigars and some are licking their lips, while another rubs the crotch of the waitress, even the solid like stone watch as Dublin’s finest starts to feel the music and opens right up like the fucking butterfly they paid to see. Dancing over his lap, pulling his face into my naked body, grinding my clit up over the cool metal of his belt buckle, I suck air into my tight lungs, falling deeper and deeper into this intoxicating trance of sex and drugs.
I lose myself, sitting down on his lap, I throw my head back, and my arms follow my body down to the ground. Placing my palms on the carpeted floor my red locks fan out around me as just the top of my head rests on the ground. Shutting my eyes, I push my feet up onto his thighs, arching my back, I push my sweet spot throbbing between my legs to his mouth as he brings his teeth down into me, biting hard. I crumble and sub come to him. I have given into the hands of the Devil. He grabs my ass, pulling me hard into him sucking, biting, and licking, pushing his tongue in and out of me, it sends small quivers out over my needy body as the apex of arousal leaves my body. Flicking my legs from him, I roll my body to the ground. Laying on my back with my legs crossed, I look up to his mouth glistening with my sweet release, my eyes hooded, he stands to reposition his bulging cock licking his lips he clears his throat.
“Gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed the reincarnation of the Celtic goddess tonight, please sit back and enjoy the rest of the festivities we have planned for you.” He picks me up from the floor, throwing me over his shoulder and walks out to the gasps of shock and disappointment on these men’s faces, winking at them I mouth,
“See you around boys,” “Shut the fuck up, Blue.” He barks at me. Walking from the dark room into the fluorescent lights of the hall hurts my eyes as I try hard to adjust them. I wanna see where the fuck he’s taking me and how to get the fuck out. Long hall after long hall, corner upon corner, this place is like a massive maze. Way too rich for Viper’s blood. Laughing to myself I feel his grip tighten over my back and ass.
“Calm your fucking tits, Viper,” I toy with him. I can’t help it.
“Blue, don’t play like you know me.” He says cold and forced.
“Ha like I don’t know you, well sorry babycakes but I know you well,” I say as I pinch his ass, knowing this will get a rise out of him. He stops dead still at the base of a set of stairs taking in a lung full of air before he descends on the stairs, cold metal ones that sound out under his combat boots. I count them as we go because shit it’s too quiet in my head right now, both the good me and bad me have gone into hiding, pussies can’t handle shit. Twenty-five steps and we are at the top, looking from my left to my right, I see six doors, ooh now what one shall it be eeny meeny miny mo what door only the great Viper knows.
Singing out more to myself than Viper he just shakes his head, I feel the small vibration of laughter in his body he’s trying hard not to laugh I know he finds this amusing, it’s Viper, he’s a fuckwit, but he’s human and I fucken hate him!
Door number four is the one we enter, and my body jumps as the sound of him kicking it closed behind us cracks out shattering the silence that consumes us both. Rising me up from his shoulder, he holds me in the air above him. My hair falls around us like a red cloak. As he looks deep into my eyes, I see the flicker of a love turned to pure hate and goose bumps break out over my body. He shudders and throws me forcefully back on the bed, my body hitting it with such force it bounces back up. He stalks over and, in one fell swoop, his fingers are around my neck, slamming me back down onto the bed, anger radiating off him. Shit I pushed too far, way too fucken far.
Leaning down into me he lifts his body onto the bed, the mattress sinks under his weight. Pulling me into it, his grip never loosens around my throat, it's restricting but I can breathe and, as I look into this devil’s eyes, I see nothing but hatred. Looking deeper I see that it's mirroring my eyes and in his eyes, deep below the iris’s of mine, lies love. H
e still loves me. I can’t handle the look of love from him, so I close my eyes, taking in a lung full of air, I feel his breath grace my lips.
“Why Blue? Why did you have to?” the pain in his voice sends waves through my body. FUCK
“Do what? Set your house on fire? Stab you and your men? What Viper what did I do to you that you hadn’t done to me.”
He brings his forehead to mine. “I can’t fucking do this with you,” I say to him, holding my breath, wiggling up the bed trying to free myself, and to my surprise, he lets go of me. Scampering up the back of the bed I push myself hard against the headboard. Shaking, he’s shaking, sobs rack through his body. Pulling my knees up to my chest, his eyes meet mine laced in tears.
“You broke me, Blue.” His voice is a quiver.
“You took me to the bottom of hell and back. Your love was dark and evil, Viper, you broke me more than I did you. When I needed you the most, you abused me and used me for your gain.” Pulling at the imaginary fiber of the bed cover not able to meet his stare, I try to calm my racing heart.
“I loved you,” he says pulling himself up the bed into my space taking all the safe air from around me, filling it with a sense of the uncertain.
“You fucking loved me? You have a funny fucking way of showing it there babes. I loved you more, and you abused me when I was meant to be your Queen. You took me and sent me into a spiral of drugs and countless men raping me. So fucking excuse me if I got a little confused on how much you loved me.” I spit out at him bile rising from the depths of my belly. His eyes glare angry daggers at me. In one swift movement his fist meets my eye socket slamming my head so hard into the wall I feel it crack.
“I was the King Pin, and you fucked that!” he barks crawling up at me his whole-body straddles mine as he pulls me under him. “You’re fucking coming home, Junkie love, and leaving will never be an option for you.” He barks, slamming his hand over my mouth before I can even speak. “You and your stunts were just about the fucken death of me. I won’t have you make me a fool again. So now you will bend to my will and the drug of choice is heroin. You will be so wired on it you won’t even remember your fucken name.”
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