Chapter three: Gates of hell

Three hours later.

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‎"Becky, you don't have to follow me. Im fine," I smacked my bloodshot lipstick in the mirror and pouted at her face.

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‎"Miss Victoria... You are still staggering, okay let me drive you at least." She suggested,

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‎"I just want to make sure you are safe."

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‎There was a little point in what she said.

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‎"okay Becky, you almost sound like my mom." I rolled my eyes as I threw on my little purse.

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‎Becky released a sigh of relief and we got in to the car.

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‎She started the engines but paused, giving me one last look,

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‎"Are you sure you want to do this?, it's a one time and forever thing miss Victoria." She said.

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‎"As sure as daylight." I threw my hands up in the air excitedly.

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‎Times like this was why I loved the convertible car.

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‎Then Becky zoomed off.

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‎The streets were alive as we drove past blinding lights and extra energy,

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‎Yes I knew new York was the city that never sleeps but, this was just extra.

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‎Was it the 4th of July or am I just overly an introvert?

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‎"Here..here, let's go in here" I gestured excitedly at the big building with heavy music jarring out.

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‎It had boldy written on it,

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‎"THE GATES OF HELL"

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‎"that's one hell of a name, Becky eyes glistened at the attention grabbing title.

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‎"I bet I will find something hot in here then." I squealed getting out of the car.

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‎But Becky remained on her seats, still holding on to the steering wheel.

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‎"I don't feel good about leaving you all by yourself in there..." she tilted her head, peeking at the crowded entrance.

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‎"Becky, I'm a grown woman. I feel good, and I'll be fine. Trust me." I tugged at her, blowing her a kiss.

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‎But truth was.

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‎I did NOT feel good at all, matter of fact, I felt completely shitty.

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‎But I would rather drown in the gates of hell with a hot demon than, drown in my bed with the constant moaning of Trisha torturing my sanity.

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‎"Hey,,,," I said to a buff lady standing by the entrance.

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‎Something about how built she was screamed I was in the right place.

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‎And If I don't get an Adam today, who knows, I might just get an Eve.

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‎A smirk drew across her lips and she averted her gaze, directing me in.

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‎She must have read my thoughts and wanted to keep it professional.

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‎"yeah right."

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‎The music blasted my ears the moment I entered in,

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‎And the lights, feint neon and blue lights flashed here and there,

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‎It was almost impossible to figure out a person's face.

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‎"what the fuck amount of mental stimulation was this?" I moved past the parade of sweating bodies.

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‎Then the Dj stopped the music.

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‎"okay okay, I see we are all hyped up right now!!"

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‎Then there was an uproar,

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‎"Then we know what time it is right now my ladiessss!!!!" he screamed into the microphone,

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‎But the crowd was even more pumped than he was,

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‎What time was it?

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‎Just then the lights went completely out and the spotlight was on,

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‎Focusing on a nearly demi semi naked hot! Guy.

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‎My jaws dropped.

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‎And the ladies went up in a frenzy.

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‎He was a sexy dancer, and his body was built for this. I Could stake my money.

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‎Then the dj spun the track.

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‎"oh my god! Thats my song!" I squealed excitedly at the sound of a Chris brown song.

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‎"let me take you downnnn.." I sang along in full spirits till Mr hot stuff got down.

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‎My throat was getting really dry, and with the funky way I was feeling, I wasn't exactly sure if tequila was a good idea.

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‎But my feet moved faster than my head.

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‎"Bartender,...six shots of sex on the beach please."

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‎"Six shots , Are you trying to forget your name?" a male voice said from behind.

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‎Yes I was but that part was none of his business, I turned to face him genuinely curious.

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‎Then my eyes widened,

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‎"it's you, isn't it." he said.

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‎Me?, my cheeks ran hot. Mr hot stuff dancer knew me?

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‎His eyes weren't exactly cold, but they had no excitement in them either.

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‎"two shots of whiskey please." he double tapped on the table.

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‎And in seconds, the bartender whipped out a little glass with ice dangling inside of it.

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‎"you have something that belongs to me." he said, swirling his shot glass.

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‎"I think you are clearly mistaken....?" I said in utter confusion.

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‎He looked around cautiously before saying the words.

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‎Then he leaned in closer.

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‎"the little wrapped up parcel..." he said cocking his head.

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‎Then the realization hit me.

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‎",wait....wait, you've been a delivery guy for me in the past?"I asked sympathetically.

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‎He swallowed the two shots at once.

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‎"You are trying to be funny." he said with a poker face.

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‎Okay now I was genuinely confused. just then there was the sound of a siren right outside the club.

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‎"Fucking hell." he rolled his eyes. throwing his head back

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‎"What do they want, I thought security here was tight.? " I asked.

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‎"We just have to sit back and wait." he said, spinning out of his seat.

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‎"Well, where are you going?" I asked.

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‎"Did you really thinking I was going to sit down and wait?" he shot a glance at me.

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‎My head continued to spiral as he took my hand and pulled me along a hall way,

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‎Away from the craziness.

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‎"wait wait...where are you taking me?"I asked, holding unto his grip on my wrist.

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‎"Shh." he said, just follow me.

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‎Then he used his leg to kick open a slightly unlocked door .

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‎"What is this?!" I cried, yanking out my wrist from his grip.

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‎"I need you to be quiet, it's the least you can do for me."he spat.

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‎"you know what I think?, I think you are crazy,and I need to call Becky this moment," I said, feeling the annoyance build up in me.

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‎"No, you can't bring anyone in here!" he spat once again, pacing from left to right.

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‎"is this...a kidnap?, are you kidnapping me?"

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‎Then he stopped mid track, and slowly turned to face me.

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‎My heart beat drummed loudly against my chest with every step he took to face me ,

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‎Till he entered into my personal space.

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‎This was totally not the way I wanted this night to go, I whimped.

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‎"Actually, yes. Its a kidnap and what do you want to do about it?" he asked, his breath fanning against my nose.

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‎He towered over me easily and no I refused to admit the crappy and nasty thoughts that filled my mind.

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‎I swallowed.

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‎"gbumgbumggbumm" there was a heavy and loud thud against the door.

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‎"it's the deputy speaking, we know you are in there, open the door" A firm voice echoed from outside the door.

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‎A smile drew across his lips,

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‎Now he continued to hover over me, his chest pulling closer and closer against mine,

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‎What was going on?

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‎Why was so much happening at the same time,

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‎I tried to open my mouth to say something but only a gasp escaped.

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‎"I need you to close your eyes and stay .. still." he said, looking straight into my eyes,

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‎his eyes locked with mine screamed like he dared me to make a move.

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‎The thud continued to sound at the door, but he completely ignored it and lowered himself, still not breaking eye contacts,

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‎Then he held on to my thighs and slowly trailed them upwards,

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‎Till his cold palms rested on my butt cheeks.

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‎I swallowed again.

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‎"w..what are you doing?" the words managed to escape my lips painfully.

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‎Shakily, I held onto the his shoulders for support as he slowly folded down my panties.

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‎Was this really happening?, and with a guy I didn't even know his name?

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‎I saved my virginity all these years only to give it away to some community dick pole male vixen?

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‎"stop it..." I said faintly. Like I didn't even trust my own words.

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‎Then the door flung open, quickly, he tried unfolding my panties back up,

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‎"I can do that myself!" I spat, pushing myself away from him.

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‎Then I felt something brush my skin.

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‎"what’s that ??...." I asked lowly.

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‎"Shh." he hushed me.

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‎"wait, Vic..toria?" the firm voice called my name .

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‎Oh shit.

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‎This just got bad.

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‎"What are you doing here with....?" his eyes shifted to Mr hot stuff who threw himself on the bed.

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‎"you don't talk to my girlfriend that way. Deputy" he said, a smirk drawing across his lips.

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‎"Girlfriend?" the deputy repeated.

And sincerely, I repeated too.

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‎"officers please, search him," said the deputy. his eyes not shifting from mine.

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‎"information has it this young man, Lucas, was in possession of the illegal substance here in the club, in form of a tiny parcel." his kissed his teeth.

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‎"But I think we have more than a little problem too now." he said rigidly, and without a blink, , his eyes blistered with equal dose of Anger and disappointment aimed at me.