C2 Frenzy

You just know the stench of rich assholes when you smell them — cold, clean, then of course you can't miss the mix of cologne that's threatening to choke the life out of you.

Going for this event was certainly not the best idea but it's not like I had a choice. Every 6 months, a bunch of CEOs, multi million dollar business owners alongside their pompous wives gather together in one building to brag about their achievements so far. At least that's my idea of it. 'The King's Man Ball' they call it. The only reason I'm here is because my boss asked me to join as a plus one. I'd rather be counting the number of rice grains in a sack than be here.

"I'm pretty sure that cutlery has nothing to do with whatever is on your mind" I heard a familiar voice from behind me. It was then I realized that I had been gripping the fork in my hand a little too tightly. Elias? I haven't seen him since we first met at the clearing last week.

"And who's to say it's completely innocent?" I retorted with a slight smirk turning to face the owner of the voice.

"If it isn't, please tamper justice with mercy milady" he mocked.

"So…. Fancy seeing you here Emma, which one of these men do you belong to?" "Excuse me? Do I look like an item to you?" I asked with irritation evident in my voice.

I saw panic evident in his eyes as he fumbled on his words to explain what he meant but I walked away before he could.

I glanced above my shoulder to see him already engaged in a conversation with two men clad in black suits but was looking my way.

It shouldn't surprise me that he has the same mindset with most of the egotistic men present here, taking women as some sort of item that they would parade around with. Stupid me just went ahead to expect that he was different when I hadn't even been given a reason to.

I didn't really know many people in this city, I've been staying here for 19 years and made just a friend in my sophomore year of high school who I don't speak to anymore. It was just I and my mum for the early years of my life, but she had a major complication in her vital organs while giving birth to me and she never healed from it. It killed her eventually a few years ago and then I moved to stay with my aunt Elise, my mother's twin sister. Unfortunately for me, she's an abusive alcoholic who would rather spend all her money from work on beer whenever she can, than spend it on my education.

Whenever she had a rough day at work, she would come back home wasted, lash out and say a bunch of crazy stuff or in extreme cases, hit me. According to aunt Elise, my mum got knocked up by this guy she met at the bar who wanted nothing to do with me. They still saw each other a few times during the period leading to her death but I never met him.

It didn't take long before I started being referred to as the bastard girl that killed her mother, and that just made high school torture for me. My mum and my aunt were identical twins, with the resemblance so striking that only the colour of their eyes could distinguish them back then. You can only imagine the heartache I feel looking straight at someone who's causing me the most pain and looks just like the person I love the most.

I heard someone clear their throat nearby, "what's a pretty girl like you doing away from most of the folks in the party?" There was an evident snarl in his voice, you couldn't miss it.

I took a moment to scan my environment through my side view only to realise that in my reverie, I had somehow strayed toward a narrow corridor on the far end of the building. I'm on my own then.

I plastered a big fake smile on my face turning around to meet the owner of the voice. "I was getting bored and decided to come out for some air, any particular reason you're here?" I asked, feeling the side of my upper thigh for my switchblade. Hopefully I don't have to use this. "I followed you, actually". Stalker much, I scoffed in my head keeping the fake smile on. He had taken a couple of steps closer now and I could hear his breathing and heartbeat. I've always had really heightened senses but I try to block them out else everything just becomes clouded in my head in public.

"Now that we're here, would you like to have some fun?" he asked, licking his lips. He had now stepped out to a well lit area and I could see his face. He could have passed for a good looking man if he didn't have this maniac look in his red eyes right now. I could clearly see his member poking out from the crease in his pants. He was horny and he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

He held my wrists together and put them behind me, I tried to wriggle them free but his grip was too tight. "Either you stay still so we can both enjoy this or you keep struggling and only I would enjoy it" he threatened, tightening his grip on me.

"Come on sweet cheeks, I can take you for the ride of your life you know" he was so close to me now that I could literally taste the alcohol in his breath. Before I knew it, I was backed up to the wall by now and he pressed his groin into my stomach. He started trailing sloppy irritating kisses down my neck while holding my wrists together behind me. Bile rose up to my throat and I forced it down with a hard swallow.

I wasn't going to get out of this with force or by struggling so I pushed back on his groin with a fake seductive look on my face. I saw surprise flash through his face before he matched it up with a smirk. "I knew you were going to be into this from the moment I saw your tight ass slither away in that red dress," he said, closing his eyes and groaning.

I rolled my eyes, "you weren't wrong" I said, flipping him so he was backed up to the wall instead of me. "I am so into it" I sounded digging my blade deep into his thigh and pulling it out with force. He screamed in a foreign language with blood pooling down to the floor while I backed away from him, "you'll pay for that, bitch" he all but growled out.

I looked around in a frenzy to see if anyone saw that before dashing away and falling back into the party.

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