Morally Corrupt: A Dark Romance (Morally Questionable Book 1)

by Veronica Lancet

  I look... strange. My hands go to my new hairline, and I am impressed by how sturdy the wig placement is. It makes sense why Bianca's never really budged as Pink, even when we'd engaged in more physically demanding activities. She'd tied the long hair of the wig in a tail at the back of my neck. The beard changes my face completely. It's not too long, but it still covers my entire jaw. Those two, coupled with the multiple tattoos that now marred my skin, made me appear a completely different person.

  "And these." She hands me a pair of glasses with a golden hue, and I put them on. After I turn towards her to gauge her reaction and she gives out a loud whistle.

  "I'd fuck you." She says unabashedly, those words meant to be her approval.

  I grunt and then watch her as she transforms herself into Pink.

  For her, there are a few other challenging aspects. She starts out with a very bold make-up to change her face's physiognomy before adding a pair of green contact lenses and finally the Pink wig.

  She strips to her underwear, and I have to swallow hard as I take in her flawlessly toned body.

  She takes off her bra, and I mutter a curse under my breath. She's not even trying to be sexy; she's clearly focused on dressing herself up, yet I can't control myself. I shift ever so slightly to alleviate the discomfort in my pants, but I don't look away from her.

  She puts on a lacy black bra that hugs her breasts, and then adds the trademark fishnets. She then dons a sparkly purple dress that barely covers her ass.

  "I always wondered why Doc Martens," I say as she sits down to tie her boots.

  "You'll see." She winks at me and then goes to rummage through her suitcase again. She pulls up a bunch of weapons and throws them on the bed in front of me. She looks at each of them before settling on two pocket guns and a small knife, which she then sheaths inside her boots. She then adds more ammo in each boot before she looks at me, grinning, "Done!"

  She twirls around, and I'm again surprised by her transformation. We both look entirely different.

  "Boots are perfect to store weapons, that's why I usually only wear boots."

  "No killing, remember?" I have to add to which she snorts.

  "We need to be prepared for every eventuality." She counters, and I let her have her way.

  Lastly, she puts on a choker and touches the pendant until it emits a tiny red light.

  "Is that?"

  "A camera. We can research faces later." I nod, glad that she'd thought about this.

  By the time we finish getting ready, it's already late.

  "Don't forget this!" Bianca flings the bracelet in my direction, and I snap it around my wrist before leaving the motel room.

  If anyone asked why we were there, we'd convened to say we were looking for a third party for our relationship, but hopefully, it wouldn't get to a point where we'd have to prove we were serious about that.

  We take a cab that drops us at the address Vlad had given us. From the outside, it looks like an abandoned factory. Some windows are broken, and the paint is peeling off the walls.

  "Here?" I asked, amazed at what I'm seeing.

  "Exclusive, remember?"

  We make our way to the door, and we knock. A small window opens, and they ask us to show the bracelets.

  We do, and we are then welcomed inside. The man at the door gives us both a ticket with a number.

  Immediately as we enter, there are stairs that lead towards the basement.

  So the actual club isn't in the factory...

  We come to a stop when an expansive room bathed in red light opens before us. There is security personnel at all access points, it seems.

  The room itself has a big stage in the middle and tons of space around, along with some seating areas and VIP areas in the form of balconies.

  As we take a step inside, the man next to the entrance asks to see our bracelets. When we show them to him again, he takes us to an alcove that leads to a VIP balcony with a direct view of the stage.

  We settle in the chairs, and I start taking in the view from our vantage point. VIP boxes are scattered around the room, all of them being able to zoom in on the main stage. The box itself is made up of a bench that surrounds it and a table in the middle. There are a few pairs of binoculars on the table, probably to zoom in on the auctions. Next to it is some sort of catalog.

  I pick that up, and I'm disgusted to see it lists the schedule of the entertainment. My eyes quickly scan for the auction, which starts at twelve, and it goes successively from adult males and females, to virgins, and lastly, to children.

  Bianca must have noticed my expression because she snatches the booklet from my hands and quickly skims it.

  "Shit," she mutters. She quickly checks her wristwatch and turns to me.

  "It's almost ten." So we need to wait about two more hours for the auction to start. According to Vlad, if something is interesting on offer, Jimenez is very likely to appear. How we'll recognize him, I don't know.

  "What's at ten?" I lean into her to look again at the schedule.

  "It says Freestyle, whatever this means." She answers.

  Just then, the waiter comes, and we order a bottle of champagne so we can blend in.

  The room's lights suddenly change to a deep blue, maybe announcing the beginning of whatever that Freestyle is.

  "Maybe it's a strip show?" Bianca says, her eyes focused on the stage.

  "I guess we'll see."

  Someone comes onto the stage, and the music quiets down.

  "As always, we have a freestyle event where everyone can participate. For today's spotlight, I'm going to draw the lucky number."

  I turn to Bianca and narrow my eyes. She lifts the pieces of paper we'd received and shows them to me.

  "Tonight, you will get to see... number 54." Bianca shakes her head, and I almost breathe in relief when it's not our numbers being called. I don't even know what it is for.

  We turn our attention to the stage again, and an elderly man climbs onto the stage with a woman that could be his granddaughter.

  "Since you've been chosen for tonight's spotlight, you can invite other people from the audience to participate with you." The presenter tells the man.

  He seems lost in thought as he scans the crowd and settles on another couple close to the stage—the presenter motions for them to get up on the scene.

  "Let's see what this Freestyle is all about." I muse out loud, and Bianca chuckles.

  "It sure isn't a rap competition." She says as the people on the stage start taking off their clothes.

  "Ok...definitely not a dance competition either," I add.

  The young woman is now naked and on her knees in front of the old man, sucking his cock. The other couple is also newly naked.

  The woman is on her back, her head directly under the young woman and licking her, while the man starts fucking her.

  As I look around, I realize that most of the other people on the floor are now engaging in an orgy.

  "We should have seen that coming," Bianca adds dryly, and I can only nod as I take in the debauchery before my eyes.

  Bianca's hand is suddenly on my thigh, and she nods towards the other VIP boxes, where people are in all kinds of positions, doing the same thing.

  But what she's pointing at is so disgusting I nearly gag. One man has a young boy in collar and leash and orders him around. The boy can't be more than ten. I can't watch as I see him lower himself on his knees in front of the man.

  Bianca can't either, and I hear an almost sob coming from her lips. I turn to look at her, and her face is ashen, her eyes wide and practically brimming with tears.

  "What the fuck is this?" She whispers. The more I look around, the more people I see engaging in fucked up and unnatural acts.

  The waiter comes and brings our champagne. We both try to collect ourselves while he's here. He starts pouring the liquid in two glasses and suddenly gives us a pointed look.

  "You're not participating?" My mouth almost drops open as I realize the
implication. We have to participate.

  Bianca is quick to react, and she gives him a dazzling smile, her hand roaming on my chest.

  "We were waiting for the champagne. Everyone has their kinks, right?" She winks at him, taking a sip from the glass and turning to me to kiss me.

  I part my lips, and she transfers some of the champagne in my mouth. We continue kissing, and I think the waiter's convinced because he takes his leave. She leans back and looks at me.

  "I don't know how we're going to do this," I admit. Just knowing what's surrounding us... it's almost too much.

  "We have to give them something. They're watching." Bianca slightly nods to the floor, where I see the presenter behind the stage with the waiter whispering something in his ear.

  "We can pretend, right?" I ask her, trying to convince myself more than anything. I'm sick to my stomach just thinking about what kids are doing in this place.

  "I think this is a test." She whispers. And I have to agree. You have to be a certain kind of depraved to engage in an orgy that has children around.

  Bianca's hand squeezes mine before standing up and tugging her dress over her head.

  Shit...

  She drops it on the floor and is now standing only in her lacy bra and fishnets. She gives me a sad smile before climbing in my lap, one leg on each side.

  My hand goes to her back, and I hold her close.

  "It's ok." She whispers, her mouth seeking my throat. At the exact same time, I look ahead and see at least a few people focused on our box. I guess there's really no way out of this if we want to keep our cover.

  "Don't take anything else off," I tell Bianca as my hand goes up and down her spine in a stroking manner. "I don't want them to see you."

  My other hand finds her jaw, tipping it so that my mouth can fit over hers. I brush my mouth over hers once... twice... and she starts giggling.

  "Your fake beard tickles."

  "Are you serious?" A smile plays at my lips, and I'm starting to forget my surroundings.

  "I think I know what I'd like to try..." She says with a mischievous smile on her face, and I know exactly what she's hinting at.

  In no time, I switch our roles so that she's now seated on the padded bench, and I'm on the floor on my knees. I spread her legs and start kissing from her ankle towards her inner thigh. Her quick intake of breath tells me I'm heading in the right direction.

  I sneak a glance up, and I see her head's already fallen back, her mouth half-open. Finding her center, I rip the fishnets, as I always do, shoving her panties to the side. Looking to draw this moment out, I nuzzle my face between her lips, inhaling her scent. My tongue starts tracing her entire contour before settling on her clit. I suck it into my mouth, nibbling at it with my teeth. Her thighs clench around my head, and I'm spurred forward, licking, and devouring her juices. I insert two fingers inside of her, and it takes only one motion for her to come around me. I can hear the echo of her moans feeling the air and drowning everything else out.

  I give her a few more licks before she fists my shirt and brings me up for an open-mouthed kiss. Her hands go to my zipper, and she takes my cock out, stroking me from base to tip. I'm so lost in her kiss that it only takes a few pumps for me to come.

  "Shit," I mutter, opening my eyes and looking at Bianca's puffy lips and glazed eyes.

  "Better than drugs." She whispers and licks her lips.

  Just then, the voice of the presenter echoes in the room again.

  "I hope everyone's managed to come." He chuckles at his joke, before introducing the next entertainment.

  The stage is now empty of the previous couples.

  "What's next?" I ask Bianca as I slide next to her after putting myself together. She's also put her dress back on and is now looking at the schedule.

  "It says Dungeon." She frowns. "Who came up with these names? And is this supposed to be some kinky shit?"

  I think we've had enough kinky shit.

  Knowing we got each other off while crazy motherfuckers were there engaging in god knows what with children makes me feel shameful and disgusted with myself. I can also see that even Bianca isn't as unmoved as she always wants to appear and might need to put in some effort to maintain a poker face.

  The presenter continues with the introduction of the Dungeon.

  "Here at The Block, we aim to please every vice. And for our second entertainment of the evening, we have the Dungeon. Once again, please check your numbers as you might very soon get the chance for premium dining. Here and Live!"

  As he finishes speaking, a chair is brought up to the middle of the stage.

  Two big men bring forward another man, dragging him towards the chair and securing him with metal chains. The man has a collar around his neck that seems to feed electric stimuli into his body if he struggles. After settling the man in the chair, they bring forward an electric grill followed by a table with different utensils.

  "Is that?" My eyes widen, and I think I finally get the implication.

  "I will once again explain the rules for those who are new. A few numbers will be drawn for the chance to dine on our terrific prisoner. Along with the numbers, you will also receive a body part from which you can eat. The number which is lucky to get the heart will go last and will get the chance to personally carve it out of our lovely prisoner." He waves his hand towards the man in the chair, whose expression is that of pure terror.

  The presenter starts calling out numbers, each one being delegated a body part from which they can take their pound of flesh. Some get the right leg, some the left, some the hands, and so on. Once they hear their number, they all head to a portion of the stage, awaiting their turn.

  Both me and Bianca are at the edge of our seats, religiously checking our numbers, so we're not chosen.

  "And lastly..." He starts building the anticipation. "For the heart...Number 103."

  Shit.

  I look down at my number.

  103.

  Bianca's eyes snap to mine, and so fast I can barely register, she changes our tickets and stands up to head for the stage.

  "B!" I yell after her, but she doesn't even look back.

  I watch stupefied as person after person takes a turn at the man in the chair.

  Most of them are taking little bits of meat, then cooking it on the grill and eating it in front of an audience.

  By Bianca's turn, the man is still alive, but barely.

  "And now, for the highlight of this event. Miss..." He motions towards Bianca, and she answers, "Pink."

  "Miss Pink is going to have the honor of carving out the heart. The rules are simple, young lady. You must not, at any point, kill him before taking out the heart. Think you can manage?" The presenter is treating this like it's game night, and this is a quest.

  "I can manage," Bianca replies in her expressionless manner.

  The crowd is going crazy, saying she doesn't have the guts, others asking what a woman's doing up there, and so on.

  Bianca doesn't seem bothered as she goes to the table next to the grill and chooses a small knife, testing its sharpness on her own thigh. Once satisfied, she licks the blood off it and turns towards the man in the chair.

  Many people are clapping at her display, but they stop when she kneels in front of the man and studies him. He now has holes in most areas of his body, including one on each cheek.

  How he's holding on I have no idea... but I'm pretty sure they must have fed him some sort of drugs for him to withstand this type of pain.

  Bianca takes the knife and slowly makes a deep incision from his sternum to his belly. She then cuts thoroughly through flesh and muscle to reveal his ribcage. At this point, the crowd is going wild, with the presenter egging them on.

  Bianca casually goes back to the table and picks up a drill, which she then uses to cut through his ribs. How she even knows to do this, it's beside me...

  I watch in awe and terror as she calmly takes a retractor and widens the gap between the ribs to reveal
the man's beating heart. He's still alive... but his shallow breaths indicate that he won't be for much longer.

  The presenter quickly checks and announces to the whole crowd that he's still breathing, praising Bianca's technique.

  Once the heart is in full sight of everyone, Bianca steps aside and lets them watch for a few seconds. She knows this is all for show, and she's giving them exactly that.

  Before going back, she gives me a quick look and mouths an I'm sorry. It doesn't hit me for another moment, but she's apologizing for not keeping her promise not to kill anyone.

  She leaves all instruments on the table and turns to the man, her right hand going straight for his heart and ripping it from his chest in a bloody shower—everyone gasps at the barbaric display.

  The man's eyes, a second ago wide with terror, are now stuck forever like this.

  Bianca's standing in the middle of the stage, the heart bleeding from her hand. Her eyes look at me, but it's like she doesn't see me anymore.

  When the presenter prompts her, she goes to the table and cuts the heart in half, spreading it on the grill. She tends to it for a while, until it's clear it's done. She grabs a knife and a fork and cuts into it, bringing the bite to her lips. Her mouth opens, and she starts chewing and swallowing.

  To anyone else, she probably looks unconcerned with what she's doing, maybe even enjoying it. But I know better. I see her eye twitch like I've seen it before in extreme situations, and I know.

  I know she is doing her best to keep her calm.

  Just like I know what a sacrifice she's made for me.

  When she's done, she leaves the stage amid raging clapping from the crowd. She comes back to our box, quietly taking her seat.

  "B... are you ok?"

  "I'm fine." She says in a small voice. This time, her eyes are no longer blank.

  They are bleak.

  CHAPTER XL

  "You're not doing that." Adrian is pacing around the motel room, his face muscles taut.

  "It's our best bet. What did we succeed yesterday? I swear not even bleach can remove those images from my eyes, and I've seen a lot..." I say, shuddering at the thought of last night's events.