FIVE: A Prey's Party

Apparently, escaping from the clutches of dangerous men has been my new normal these days. This time from someone exceptionally good-looking. 

Perhaps if he’s not threatening to blast my head away with a bullet, I might actually consider seducing him.

I could feel his hot breath fanning my cheeks and I instantly took a step back when it was beginning to pull out some liquid in me that shouldn’t come out. “I-I . . . I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” I stutter, forcing a smile at him with shaky breaths. 

Crap, crap, crap. I have got to go. I need to run far from this place. But I can’t get out of here without pulling something out of the Mayor’s daughter.

“Where are you going?” I was whipped around when the nicest girl on the table hoisted me by the arm and turned me to the Mayor’s daughter, who’s still crying, but this time, confusion was etched on her face. 

She’s probably a little shocked as to why her murderously attractive crush is suddenly interested in the girl who ruins other people’s lives for a living. Can’t blame her, though.

“Shouldn’t you apologize first?” She initiated and was about to drag me back to the table when I pulled my arm off of her grasp. 

I can’t be anywhere near him right now!

Plastering an expression I never knew I’d be doing just so I could get out of a situation—I acted constipated.

“Ugh!” I groaned.

“I-I will! I just need to go to the bathroom real quick!” I yelled, clutching my stomach as though my life depended on it. The women all recoiled in their seats with disgust written on their faces. 

On the other hand, Konstantin Morozov raised his Achilles brows in amusement at my futile attempt to try to escape. 

Goddamnit, just get your eyes off of me, you asshole!

He knows I won’t be getting that far. Because just like him, who hauled himself to a stupid tea party, I also have some serious business in this place, enough to suffer with all this gossip and horrible tea cups.

“I-I really need to go to the bathroom!” I made sure my posture was off and I made it seem like something would burst out of my body if they keep me here any longer.

“O-okay, go . . .” she hesitated, and I didn’t take any spare seconds before I bolted inside the mansion. The place was huge, courtesy of having all the citizen’s taxes bloating in their pockets. Although, I really do need to find the bathroom.

That spiked tequila is still in my system. I need to gather myself and find some strategy to get out—

“Ah!” I staggered back before the clattering of stainless steel hit the marble floors. I look down to see a maid in her uniform with trays of metal glasses on the floor. I instantly crouched down to help. 

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.” I mutter and helped her with the drinks.

“I’m so sorry, Miss . . . ?” 

“Eva. I’m Eva. Do you know where the bathroom . . .” My voice drifted off and my eyes widened as I caught a whiff of tequila and a couple more alcoholic drinks on the tray she brought.

“Oh, the bathroom’s that way—” 

“Where are you taking all these?” I cut her off. I’m sure my tequila was spiked and so are all these. Seeing these many shots on the tray, I’m sure there’s a bunch of people that will be drinking it. 

Are they running some human trafficking shit or something?

“O-oh, this . . . this, it’s going to be in—um-I can’t really tell you—” she stammered.

“Where are the drinks?!” One of the other maids yelled and before even answering my question, she scrambled her way up the stairs and into a loud room. 

I instantly rushed behind. I was starting to go sober from their secretive action. I waited for her to come back out before slowly spying my way to the door. 

“Whoo! Let’s get this party started!” Someone yelled inside.

“We’re making money tonight, girls!” 

What in the world . . . is happening?

I slowly opened the door and quickly stepped inside, closing it behind me with a thud. Great, I got away from the maids.

So, what do we have here—holy shit . . .

What met me was a sight to behold as my eyes feasted on every corner of the room.

“Chug, chug, chug, bitches!” A loud music was being played as people’s bodies clashed with each other. Both sweat and pheromones enveloped the place as they all swallowed down the drinks the maid brought earlier.

“You have to dizzy yourself so you wouldn’t cringe to shit as those politicians rub their bloody hands on all of you!” One of them yelled and a couple of ‘whoo’ followed.

This doesn’t seem like a complete party but a preparation, to drug themselves to exhaustion and be high, for a larger one—a larger party.

“Hi-I’m sorry, but what is all this?” I asked one of the most sober-looking one who’s reading a goddamn book in a seductive bunny costume. This job doesn’t seem like it suit someone like her.

“Didn’t someone send you the details? Now that the Mayor is out of town, her daughter’s being reckless by throwing a house party. We’re all hired to do some pole dancing and a couple of lap dances for the politicians she’s invited.” She explained like the Mary Sue she is.

My jaw dropped, and I froze in place.

What in the world have I gotten myself into? Sweat broke out in my hairline as I turned to look around the place.

Women wearing almost nothing but thongs and bras that don’t even cover half of their breasts and butts. Some wearing kinky police officer suits, others doctors, and some even witches.

All different sexual costumes . . . and yet the only thing they all have in common was that they were all wearing masks so their faces cannot be seen, only their lewd bodies.

“But, remember, the golden rule is no one should be having sex with anyone, got that?” Mary Sue, in a bunny suit, muttered and I looked back at her. I smiled, hoping it didn’t show the fear dripping in my gaze. 

My hands landed on her shoulders. “Thank you,” for telling me, because I am getting the fuck out of here. I won’t last a minute in this tiger den.

You might be thinking, aren’t I used to this? Considering I always seduce men to appease my father? No, not when I’m surrounded by pornstars who I only see on stage from afar.

“If you don’t take your hands off me in the next two seconds, you won’t have hands.” She aired. I instantly pull my hands off and scratched my nape. “I-I’m going to the bathroom.” I excused myself. Yeah, right. I’ve used that lie twice now.

“Hurry up and get dressed. The party’s in fifteen minutes.” 

“Right.” I mutter as I try to slip past the dancing bodies, preparing and wetting themselves to pass the time.

Shit, shit, shit. I need to get out of here, like, right now.

I headed to the door and unclasped the lock. I was about to step out when all of a sudden—

“Who the fuck are you?” One of the women asked. She’s wearing a slutty police uniform, and apparently she’s a cop too from.how much she’s investigating. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Quick, Eva, come up with something!

“I-I was sent here . . . ?” I bite my lip, clenching the hem of my dress. Fuck this, I’m going to be reported back to the Mayor’s daughter and Konstantin Morozov would find me, have my head, and display it on some taxidermied collection of humans who’s got on his nerves.

“Sent here?” They began to surround me as I tried to push myself back into the doorway.

“Yes, uh . . . they said you needed more um—workers?” I would have said sex workers, but they didn’t need to know that.

“Hmm . . .” Almost half of them had their attention on me now. The anxiety was getting on me. It wasn’t as bad as when I was in a cold-blooded Russian Billionaire’s closet, but it was definitely getting there. I rub my toes on the anklet wrapped around my ankles to try to calm myself.

Oh, God. Please save me.

“Perfect!” As if God heard my prayer, a voice slipped through the cracks from all the wet bodies and broke the deafening silence.

I whip my head towards one of them, a tall one as she smiles down at me. “You’re probably the nurse.” She smirked and took something out from behind her. “T-the nurse? I don’t know how to do first aid—” 

“The hell are you talking about? Here, the party’s about to start.” She threw an obscene nurse costume in my hands.

“Wear that. We’re starting in fifteen.” Oh my gosh, this is not happening right now.

“I-uh . . .” I clench the fabric. And it’s latex, it’s freaking latex. I doubt this would even cover half of my behind.

“Get dressed, new girl!” They yelled, and I did, as much as I hate it. I did. I stepped out of the fitting room and glanced at myself in the mirror.

“Bitch, you look hot as fuck.” One of them said,

“Now chug.” They handed me a glass of that spiked tequila and I instantly refused. “Oh, come on. You’d be disgusted dancing out there if you’re sober and still have your dignity.” She muttered.

She’s right. She’s probably right.

Because the moment I stepped onto the stage, I caught sight of those bloody red eyes in the hectic crowd. He’s twisting a glass of scotch in his large hand as his murderous eyes roamed around the stage until they met my sage ones.

Konstantin Morozov was watching me.

No way, he can’t know . . . I’m wearing a mask. Plus, I’d be slut dancing my heart out. He wouldn’t believe that’s going to be me.

He wouldn’t know . . . right?