SKINSIDE | DARK TABOO ROMANCE

Alivera's eyes were filled with terror, and to be honest, somewhere deep down, I felt terrible for him. It was strange that, after everything I had gone through, vestiges of humanity remained with me. But I did not let it prevail. I'd made up my mind long ago. Everyone, absolutely everyone who had ever harmed me or another woman in this way would suffer. And, believe me, Drake was a true piece of shit.

You do not even want to know what he did. His main source of revenue has always been human trafficking. I saw with my own eyes how people's hands were breaking through the bars of cages in shipping containers. If he sets his sights on one of his victims, God help them. Compared to what he did to them, I lived in a fairy tale because Mike didn't want to ruin my market value.

I looked at Lucian, and he just smiled slightly. He was giving me free rein to seek revenge, and damn it, that was a pretty cool gift. And I could see how curious he was to watch it all.

"Do you have a rubber band or something like a string?"

"I have a rubber band for money." I nodded and held out my bony hand to take the rubber band from him. I needed to tie my hair back; I didn't want to get someone else's blood on my curls.

"You're lucky, Drake, I don't want to get my new clothes dirty either. You'll see something nice before the end." I took off my new clothes and started dancing provocatively, looking Lucian in the eyes and throwing my hoodie and leggings at him.

He was mesmerized. It was so strange to realize that you were driving a man crazy in a dungeon, literally in a crypt and torture chamber, with a knife in your hands and your old tormentor in a cage.

I walked around the cage, and Alivera continued to scream and cry hoarsely. Seeing the tears on his cheeks was a special treat. And then I thought about what I would do first.

I walked over to Lucian, took the hoodie, and pulled out a pack of my menthol cigarettes and a lighter. After smoking a thin cigarette, I walked closer to Drake. He was already trembling with fear. I took the first drag and exhaled the smoke right into his face.

"Have you ever wondered what it feels like when someone burn cigarettes on you?" He shook his head, and I heard him trying to form the word "please" from his grunts. "Don't worry, you'll feel it as soon as I finish smoking. In the meantime..."

I walked around behind him and looked at his ass in his boxer shorts, slightly protruding through the bars. I took the scalpel and, holding the cigarette in my teeth, cut the boxer shorts vertically, right along the line of his buttocks. The man began to resist, so I immediately slapped him hard.

"Don't worry, sweetie, you'll like it." I looked at what was hanging in the closet prepared for me and found an anal hook. Perfect, that's just what I need, especially considering its size.

I attached the huge hook to his handcuffs on the ceiling and began my execution. The hook was quite difficult to insert because the ball at the end of the device was almost the size of my fist, but I managed to do it. And Drake's screams were balm for my soul. Now every movement, every scream, everything he did would cause pain somewhere in his rectum and ass.

"Lucian, can you believe it, my cigarette is almost finished, and there's no ashtray... What should we do?" He looked at me with delight and spread his arms, smiling. "Oh, I think I see a naughty ashtray right here."

Taking one last puff and blowing a couple of smoke rings toward the ceiling, I approached my tormentor and held the cigarette to his Adam's apple, looking him straight in the eyes. I knew he was scared, and I liked it. With a sharp movement, I pressed the cigarette against his skin, hearing a hiss, and when it stopped, I removed the cigarette. Alivera cried and twitched.

Suddenly, Lucian appeared behind me, hugging me around the waist. He lowered his head and kissed my shoulder. Then I felt him put something familiar in my hand. My pink gun.

"You can end this now if you want." I looked at the pistol, then at Alivera. Maybe Drake deserved to die. Actually, he definitely deserved it. But not like this.

"No. Just let him sit here. Alone.» My attacker looked me in the eyes, and I saw despair. He wanted me to shoot him. It would have been a thrill for him. I crouched down, put the gun on safety, and lowered it. "I want him to remember that he was humiliated by that slut Dreese. Let him sit here and remember my face with a hook in his ass."

Spitting right in his face and ignoring the guttural sounds and crying, I walked past Lucian, grabbed my things from the chair, and left the torture chamber. Putting everything back on, I saw that the Boogeyman had followed me out.

"I'm impressed. I thought you were going to kill him."

"I wanted to. But it's too easy. Can we go now?"

"Yes, let's go."

We proceeded slowly toward the stairs, both of us remaining silent until we reached the crypt's exit. Drake's yells became less audible as we moved away from the far room. It made me think of how the screams of the poor girl Eugene had tortured faded. I hate each of them. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I kept them back. It'd been a hard day. Only after we got outside I realized how late it was. Lucian assisted me over several more concrete structures as we made our way through the cemetery toward the bike.

"I almost forgot, give me the gun back." He held out his hand to me, and I silently handed him my baby. He doesn't trust me, and I don't trust him still, either. "Thanks."

"No. I should say that. I've been dreaming about this. It even feels a little..."

"Better?" We were walking past the granite slabs, and Lucian was holding my hand. This time, it wasn't because I could run away. It was because I was afraid of the dark.

«Yeah.»

«The main thing is to control it. Revenge always gives a feeling of relief, but if you get too into it, you can make a lot of mistakes that you'll regret later.»

There was truth in his words. I really understood that if I got into it (which was possible), those who didn't deserve it could suffer.

We reached the bike, and I immediately sat down on the back seat. The Boogeyman handed me my helmet, and I put it on after letting my hair down. I looked at his face, as if trying to remember it before he put on his balaclava and helmet.

We rode along the empty road at night, and I felt a sense of relief. It was as if one of the scars on my body had stopped hurting. The wind blew my hair, and the fresh air enveloped me like a blanket. I stretched my arms out to the sides, trying to catch the wave of pleasure and freedom.

When we arrived at the barn, I saw that none of the Rotten Crown members were asleep yet. On the contrary, they seemed to be celebrating something. Loud music, lots of drinking, smiles on their faces. Such a friendly atmosphere. Suddenly, I was startled by loud cries.

"Welcome, Gloria!" Glasses were raised, and a couple of men popped firecrackers. I tugged Lucian's sleeve.

"I don't have a birthday today; what's going on?" He took off his helmet and balaclava and smiled.

Two guys ran up to me and tried to hug me. They were clearly a sweet couple. One of them was thin, about my height, with dark brown hair. The other was slightly chubby but taller than me.

"How did the initiation go?"

"Boss, we hope you didn't scare her too much."

"She'll scare anyone she wants, right, Sean?" He glanced at my old acquaintance, who snorted in response. But he raised his glass and smiled at me. "Meet Alex and Ray. The youngest members of our community."

«We've been trying to convince Lucian to take a girl in for a long time. He obviously likes you!» The slightly chubby one hugged me. It was Ray. «I'll always be happy to help you settle in!»

«I… Thank you... I don't really understand what's going on.» I automatically hugged him back and let go.

«What do you mean? It's a party in your honor, Gloria Asher.» - Alex said and handed me a glass. Surprisingly, it wasn't beer, but wine. «After your initiation, we can't let the alcohol level drop. Come on, Ray, we're embarrassing the lady.»

Of the two, Ray was clearly more emotional, because he clapped his hands and even jumped up and down a little before hugging his boyfriend and leaving. Alex was more phlegmatic. Before I knew it, Sean was standing next to me.

"Welcome. I won't say I've stopped thinking of you as a little chicken shit, but if you passed the initiation successfully, then I could have been wrong." Sean's antipathy hadn't gone anywhere, but I understood that now it was mixed with respect.

"Thanks." I high-fived him, and we took a sip.

I wanted to ask Lucian what was going on but realized he had left. A few seconds later, I spotted him moving toward the other end of the barn.

"Sorry, I'll be right back." I nodded to Sean and walked toward Boogeyman, thanking everyone for their congratulations as I went. I didn't quite understand what my initiation involved, whether it was torture, a visit to the crypt, or something else. But it was nice to be welcomed like that. Probably no one had ever been as happy to see me as these complete strangers.

I approached the room Lucian had gone into and knocked. No one answered, so I easily pulled the handle and carefully opened the door.

"May I come in?"

"You have poor manners, fibber. What do you want?" I entered the room and saw Lucian walking around with his torso bare. Apparently, he wanted to take a shower.

"I'm not a fibber."

"Yeah, and you're not staring at me." He stood up with his arms crossed over his chest. I studied his body. It was covered in old-school tattoos. They suited him very well.

"I'm not staring," I lied.

"But you said you are not a fibber." He started walking toward me. "So what did you want?"

"To say thank you."

"You already said that." I instinctively stepped back when the Boogeyman got too close to me and bumped into the door. He was so close that I could smell him. "If you keep quiet, I'll think you want me."

I would have lied again if I had said it wasn't true. The boogeyman took my hand and began to run it over his body. His firm chest, his torso—I traced every tattoo with my finger, feeling his veins pulsing and his heart beating beneath my hand. I nervously swallowed.

"So am I right?" He leaned toward me and pulled me sharply toward him, burying his head in my neck. Damn, even his hair smelled arousing. My hand slid down to his pants, and I found his hard dick.

"I'm not sure." Lucian ran his tongue along my neck, then bit me lightly. He wanted me. But he was waiting for something. «So I'm not your prisoner anymore?»

«You will always be my prisoner. But of your own free will.» His breath mingled with mine, and he moved his tongue a little higher. Pressing his thumb against my chin, he seemed to guide my lips to his. He touched them lightly, and I seemed to catch him with my mouth, wanting to finally kiss him. But he just smiled, teased me, and dodged away. And when a traitorous moan escaped my lips, he abruptly pulled away from me. "So, what did you want?"

Fuck, he's teasing me. Is he really going to wait until I beg him? I cleared my throat, pretending nothing had happened. Although I think my pink cheeks and unsteady posture, with my breath coming in gasps, gave me away.

"I wanted to know what's going on?"

"You're now a member of our gang. You passed your initiation."

"What did it consist of?" He took a bottle of whiskey and a frozen glass from the freezer next to the desk.

"It consisted of you not killing someone who deserved it. You taught him a lesson. But you didn't let him die.» He took a sip, looking at me. I could still see his cock bulging through his pants.

"What will happen to Drake? Will he live?"

"I didn't say that. The point of your initiation was YOUR choice, not his fate. You showed that you are still human.»

«But I chose a much worse fate for him, didn't I?»

«Perhaps. But you didn't get your hands dirty. Literally, I'd count that you were in your underwear.» He smiled and took another sip. «Now go and enjoy yourself. It's your celebration. I have a few more things to do.»

I nodded and left his place as if nothing had happened. Now I'm in Rotten Crown. Now there are dozens of people who will stand up for me. Just as I will have to stand up for them. A month ago, I wouldn't have believed what was happening now. But... I like it.

I returned to the party and was greeted again with loud cheers. Taking a glass of wine, I approached Alex and Ray, who were already familiar to me. The party was just getting started.