Married Hell: Part 4
**Chapter 4: Snake In The Grass**
**Lexi**
The penthouse was full of greenery as well as light and shadow. Townspeople in various states of undress milled about drinking, chatting, dancing, and fucking. I suppose that this might be some people’s idea of bliss, but it seems so hedonistic. I went over to the bar and a man dressed as a Greek God made me a sparking blue drink. It had a pleasant taste, but I preferred the glowing one that I started the night with. As I swayed to the light and sexy music, a hand skated over my ass. “Hey, watch it,” I irritably grumbled.
“You know that sex is what you came here for. Give it up, sweetheart, before I make you,” This man may have looked like he was straight out of GQ, but he's clearly a womanizer. Hell, maybe an abusive one too.
I sat my drink down and turned to face this asshole. I came here to have a good time and not murder anyone. I let my eyes roam up and down his body. He's tanned and toned with a few tattoos, but it is only lipstick on the pig that he is. “I doubt you could make me do anything, but I can you,” I said as I yanked off his toga. I laughed loudly. “A mouse is hung better. Go find a virgin to inflate your ego and maybe your dick might grow too,” I taunted as I picked up my drink and went into the elevator.
This time I was greeted by an extremely dark angel with horns. “Welcome, my Queen, was heaven not to your liking?” he asks.
I tilted my head back and laughed. “If that was heaven, then I clearly belong in hell. Hopefully, demons have far more to offer,” I said as I finished my drink.
The angel smiled. “They do, that I can assure you. Darkness offers a discretion that the light forbids,” his smile grew as he pressed the button marked with a huge letter D.
When the doors opened this time, I was greeted by laughter and the smell of smoke and sin. Like heaven people were in various stages of undress, but they all seemed engulfed by happiness. Even though the lighting was dark and seductive, the atmosphere felt light and inviting. I put my empty glass on the bar and the impish bartender made me a drink that looked like blood but it tasted divine. As I sipped my drink, I looked around. There were areas where people played pool and darts, stages for exhibitionist sexual acts, a huge dancefloor, comfortable velvet sofas, and even a small kitchen area where people engaged in food play.
I felt at home so I took a seat on a sofa. However, I started to feel off. I felt slightly disoriented and then I heard that obnoxious voice from before. “I said that I would make you give it up, sweetheart,” he murmured venomously.
Shit! It's that fucking snake in the grass from the Garden Of Eden. I threw my drink at him, “Fuck off, Tiny Tim!” When I tried to get up, I felt dizzy but worse yet I felt bony hands grip my shoulder hard, pushing me down onto the sofa.
“The only place you are going bitch is to a room where you will service your new masters,” Skeletor said as his bony fingers dug into my bare shoulders.
I tried to fend them off as they dragged me towards the private rooms. I managed to claw the guy with the baby dick, but the bag of bones guy was deceptively strong. I had no choice but to scream for help, however, no one seemed to care so I yelled fire instead. I managed to lock eyes with a tall man dressed as Lestat from the same book that I mimicked tonight. I mouthed the phrase, ‘Help me, please.’
In what seemed like the blink of an eye, Lestat appeared in front of the goons trying to abduct me. “Where do you think you are going with my Queen,” his deep baritone voice rumbles like thunder. Skeletor drops me and informs his accomplice that he's on his own. “Tony, I have warned you what happens when you touch what is mine.” My unlikely savior snaps his fingers and armored guards flood in like a tsunami. They cuff Tony and drag him off. Lestat offers me his hand and he helps me over to a different sofa. With concern in his twinkling dark eyes, he asks, “Are you alright?”
“Yes, but I feel disoriented. Usually, I have no trouble making men leave me alone. I think something was in that drink I had upstairs.”
“Where is that glass now?” he asks. I didn't possess the words to explain further so I just pointed. He left me and went over to the bar.