"Vulgarity"
The outfit for the party was shameful to even call clothing. It was a mixture of lace, fasteners, bows, and scraps of fabric that barely covered intimate areas. Fortunately, the saleswoman handed Lina a black cloak, which made her look like a stripper rather than a representative of an ancient profession.
Before stepping out of the booth, the girl took one last look at herself. From the black stockings peeked a lace edge, the patent leather shoes instilled no trust, and the provocative makeup transformed her face beyond recognition. For in the mirror now was not Lina. It was some sexual, mysterious girl, with plump red lips and wide-open eyes.
– Are you going to take long? – Samuel expressed his displeasure and sharply tugged at the screen.
Seeing Lina, he froze... fell silent... swallowed his long tongue. Only his eyes ignited with a hellish flame.
– I don't know, – the girl mumbled uncertainly, swaying on her heels. – I'm not very comfortable.
– This outfit is not made for comfort, – he rasped, devouring with his gaze the areas that the cloak failed to conceal.
He stepped into the booth and pulled the screen in after him.
– What are you doing? – Lina asked, unable to take her eyes off Samuel's face.
They stared at each other for a few more seconds, and then, somehow suddenly, the girl found herself near the mirror. Just a few millimeters remained between their bodies, and Lina felt a pure, intoxicating scent. Samuel smelled of freshly laundered shirts, strong coffee, and expensive shampoo.
– We can't, – the dark-haired one whispered, but instead of pulling away, he pressed Lina closer, wrapping one arm around her waist while the other brushed against her face.
He softly traced the outline of her lips with his fingers, and the girl felt a wave of embarrassment sweep over her from head to toe. Samuel looked straight into her eyes, his gaze filled with anxiety, passion, and a fire that burned through. This moment lasted an eternity, and eventually, Lina understood that she was about to lose control. She looked at his mouth, and was already ready to plead for him to kiss her. She had never kissed anyone in her life and never thought she would want to. But right now, she was ready to beg, just to feel the salty taste of his perfect lips.
– Kiss me, – she whispered, trembling in his arms.
At that moment, wild, unfamiliar desires swirled within her, and Samuel, sensing them, almost lost control. His gaze darkened, his hand slipped lower, gripping the delicate girl’s neck.
Lina closed her eyes in anticipation. Her breathing grew heavy from his passionate look.
She was ready for anything now.
– We can't, – Samuel ground through his teeth and, filled with grim determination, abruptly pulled away and exited the booth.
A sigh of disappointment escaped the girl’s lips. She was still pressed against the mirror and didn’t understand what was happening around her. What year was it, what day, what hour...
Eventually, Lina had to tame her tumultuous feelings and open her eyes. The girl clearly understood that this was all wrong. She was his victim, and he was her tormentor. A relationship doomed from the start, but it was too hard to resist, especially when Samuel was just a few millimeters away...
After standing there for a few more minutes, Lina regained her composure. Then she pulled the cloak down as low as it would go and left the booth. Ahead awaited her the cursed party.
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– Old man! What guests... Oh, and who is this lovely girl you brought us? – smirked the young man with blood-red hair and black lips.
– Balt, she's with me, – Samuel replied, hugging the girl around the waist. – Her name is Lina.
– Well then, welcome to my Bacchanalia, little virgin flower, – Balt flung the doors wide open, letting new guests into his apartment.
The scale of the party was immediately impressive. The huge space reSambling a theater was filled with Sami-darkness illuminated only by the impulsive flickering of red and blue spotlights. From the ceiling hung a platform where two naked girls danced. In the boxes, debauchery was happening: men and women intertwined in an incomprehensible tangle of mouths, heads, and tongues engaged in sex.
At the tables in the corner dined a family of dwarfs, while some silver powder rained from the ceiling and bathtubs filled with champagne stood in the middle of the dance floor. And a strange music played at full volume. Lina would not have been surprised to see Joan of Arc on a horse in a latex costume amidst all this celebration of life.
– Do you like it? – Samuel shouted right into her ear.
– I don't know, – Lina replied.
The party did not disgust her, but she felt no particular enthusiasm either.
– Then let's drink, – the dark one grinned slyly and pulled her into the crowd of sweaty bodies dancing with excitement.
Samuel stopped by a bathtub and, having mysteriously produced glasses, filled them to the brim.
– Here, – he handed her the champagne.
Lina took the glass cautiously, doubting whether she should drink.
– Life is only one, – Samuel said with just his lips. – Don’t waste it.
The man was right. For her, it was the first and the last opportunity to have some fun and relax before death, so Lina agreed to the offer and downed the champagne in one gulp. The burning alcohol scorched her throat, while tiny bubbles rolled across her tongue, immediately hitting her head. Suddenly, the girl felt very merry and joyous. Her anxiety disappeared, dissolved in the loud music and became utterly inconsequential.
– Shall we dance? – Samuel asked and, not waiting for an answer, pulled Lina to him.
The singer sang about death and passion, each word resonating in her head, becoming a motivator for action. She began to slowly sway to the music. The girl moved to her own rhythm, disregarding the people jumping around like mad. She felt Samuel's strong body against her back and, throwing her head back, closed her eyes.
She pressed against him and ran her fingers along his muscular arm, slowly moving higher. Samuel was now dressed only in torn jeans, and she sharply felt his bare skin. When she reached his shoulder, she sensed some twists that reSambled swollen tattoos or a burned brand. The twists took on distinct shapes, intertwining to form certain symbols...
Eventually, Lina stopped. She turned to face the dark one and merely touched him.
Samuel was silent, his gaze darkened, his chest rising heavily... Now the girl lowered herself. She dug her nails into his ribs and stopped her hands on his lower abdomen. She could almost feel his trembling, his desire to continue and not stop until they turned into one of those couples in the box. But right now, Lina had full control; she took her hands away and, with one swift motion, threw the cloak to the ground.
The lace black negligee accentuated her protruding breasts, engorged nipples, and flat stomach. A few men, seeing such a sight, began to literally devour her with their eyes but did not dare approach while Samuel was nearby.
The dark one sensed this attention, he heard their filthy thoughts, and instantly irritated, lifted Lina into his arms and carried her away from the dance floor.
– Enough of dancing. Just a bit more, and all the surrounding men, including the women, would start fighting over you, – he whispered angrily in her ear.
– You chose this outfit for me, – the girl protested.
This was not what she had expected. She thought the man wouldn't be able to resist and would finally kiss her, but instead, Samuel only got angry. He eventually found an empty box and, tightly pulling down the dark curtain, seated Lina on a couch.
– I just wanted you to learn what life is about, not to throw an orgy here.
– Orgies happen here without my help, – the girl replied, crossing her arms over her chest in discontent. – Besides, I didn’t notice you disliking anything... Quite the opposite...
– Lina, don’t start. You don’t know me, – the dark one replied coldly as he sat on a chair opposite her.
He snapped his fingers and a lit cigar appeared in his hand.
– I came here to let off steam. Balthazar doesn’t throw parties that often. And I need to kill time while Nathan is busy with his murder.
– Let off steam? – Lina asked dully.
– Yes, I was planning to fuck a few whores and lock you here so you wouldn't disturb me, – Samuel exhaled a cloud of smoke.
At that, the girl was left speechless from such audacity.
– I thought...
– What did you think? That I was going crazy over you? That I wanted only you?
– Yes, – Lina nodded, staring into Samuel's surprisingly indifferent eyes. As if all those moments when the air turned into molten jelly had not happened. – That is exactly what I thought.
– You were wrong, – he replied. – I'll be back in an hour.
Samuel extinguished the cigar on the armrest of the chair and left the box. The girl was left alone with her gloomy thoughts. She was mistaken. She imagined things that did not truly exist. The alcohol was still swirling in her body, and she wanted to move. To do something. But the dark one had clearly told her not to go out. Outside was full of testosterone and naked men whom Lina did not wish to meet. So she just hugged her knees and immersed herself in memories, listening to the music.
The drum beat in rhythm with her heart. She knew it wouldn’t be long before it stopped – less than a month. Right now, Lina sincerely wanted to speed up time and end it all. She was tired of being a shapeshifter, a creature that supposedly had no feelings or basic needs...
Fortunately or unfortunately, the order allowed her to read books. They bought them by the hundreds, without particularly checking their contents. If only they knew what writers were now writing about, they would have banned them. Just as they forbade the use of the internet or watching television. Thus, Lina read a lot and greedily, indiscriminately. She loved romantic novels the most, where erotic scenes were described in detail. She often fantasized and imagined herself in the place of the heroines, and when she finally gained freedom, she wanted to try all this in real life.
But Samuel had made it clear that she did not attract him. Though all those looks spoke otherwise... Obviously, understanding the dark one was an impossible task.
– Bored? – asked the red-haired man as he entered her box.
It was Balthazar – the host of the party.
– No, I'm having fun, – Lina replied irritably. – Can’t you tell how happy I am?
– Oh, you are amusing, – Balth chuckled crookedly. – A sexual innocent girl, with a wonderful scent. I like you. Strange that Samuel left such a tempting piece alone.
He sat down beside Lina and began to casually stroke her knee.
The girl felt like pulling away, but there was hardly any room, so she just froze, not knowing what to do next.
– You’re trembling... – the man whispered. – It turns me on so much.
– Please, don’t, – the girl said and tried to shake off the red-haired man’s hand.
But he seemed to be waiting for this gesture. As soon as her hand touched his, he pounced on her like a wild dog. He twisted both of her arms and pressed his body against the couch.
– I adore virginal girls, – with one hand he clasped Lina by the waist, with the other he firmly took her chin, tilting her head back.
– No, please, stop! No! – the girl tried to push him away, but he was a wall of iron muscles that couldn’t be budged.
His fingers painfully explored her body, gripping her breasts, digging into her buttocks.
– You will definitely like it. You will beg me not to stop, – Balthazar said, almost touching her lips.
His breath was stale, a mix of alcohol and some cheap food. He bit her nipple and began licking her neck.
Lina froze. Frightened, drunk, helpless, she had no strength to resist or call for help.
– Balthazar, please don’t, – she begged.
– Lina belongs to me, – suddenly came Samuel's calm voice from the darkness.
And Balth froze as if by magic.
– I saw you with Veronica and decided you were bored with this toy, – he replied and reluctantly pulled away from Lina.
Samuel glared at the red-haired one, his eyes flashing with lightning, his fists white with tension.
– Don’t forget who’s the boss here, you filthy creature. Get out of here. Now! – the dark one shouted, and a darkness began to thicken around his bare body.
– Fine, just don’t ruin the party, – Balthazar grimaced in displeasure and within a few seconds left the box.
Samuel changed beyond recognition. His eyes blazed with bloody fire, his chest heaved heavily, and dark energy seeped from his body.
– Enough of this party for you. Let’s go, – he spoke, grabbing the girl’s hand in one swift motion.
Lina silently complied; she was now unable to object, stunned by what had just nearly happened to her.
This time, as they passed through the crowd, everyone moved aside. Just before the exit, a red-haired beast popped up from nowhere. She threw herself at Samuel's feet and begged:
– Master, allow me to please you. I need nothing in return. Just your hot seed to spill down my throat.
The girl had smeared makeup, badly torn clothes, as if she had partied hard that day, and a whole bunch of bites with blood trickling down.
– Get out of my way, Veronica, – Samuel hissed and kicked her away with his foot.
But the red-haired girl wouldn’t give up – she blocked the way with her body and, pulling her panties down to her knees, began to masturbate, staring madly at the dark one. This time, Samuel got really angry. He gripped Lina’s hand painfully and hissed through his teeth:
– Occidere te, sordida cunnus.
After that, Veronica instantly stopped. Her gaze became glassy, like some doll's, her face devoid of emotion. Rising, she walked off somewhere into the crowd's thicket.
Samuel immediately dragged the stunned Lina after him. And as soon as the doors closed behind them, a deafening female scream pierced the air.
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"Occidere te, sordida cunnus" – Kill yourself, dirty whore.