Lisa's POV:
Finally, I was in front of the house. Time to do this I guess. Even though I was not much for religion, I prayed to Lord Barbados; please help me through this.
I knocked on the door, at first a semi-quiet knock, but after a while, I was banging on the door with all my might. This was going nowhere. Eventually, I just opened the door. Seems someone forgot to lock the door, and nobody else was brave enough to stop this madness.
I combed through the house's living room. A bottle of wine catching my eye. It looked like the same bottle that Jean had gotten last night. I brushed the thought away as I headed upstairs.
The door to the door upstairs was locked; seems someone remember how to lock a door, but this stopped me from ending the people's... Party.
I banged in the looked down, hoping that this would stop them. I could hear the couple's every movement through the door and it made me uncomfortable as if I was being in the middle of something. I could not believe Jean had to deal with things like this... I hope she never had to do something like this for a request.
Finally, Lord Barbados had mercy on me and made the door randomly open. I should thank him for that, but not right now. When I entered the room, I could not believe my eyes. There were three people—one girl and two guys—the girl was being screwed in the mouth and ass by the guys. She was screaming, but it sounded lusty and like she was enjoying herself.
One of the guys noticed I was there and stared at me while he came inside the girl's asshole. It freaked me out, but not as much as when he jumped on top of me as light-speed. I could not even react before he practically teleported ten feet over to me.
He started kissing my neck, leaving bruised hickies by my exposed collar. I could not help but moan at the moment. He quickly moved down my body, looking up at me and then my clothes as if they were an offense to his current work of assaulting me.
I took this time to use my elemental vision, shock him. I did not use that power of energy that it would kill him, but he was easily knocked unconscious. I quickly shocked the other two unconscious.
I stood over their bodies heaving a sigh. I decided to give them a blanket to cover their equally naked bodies as I left a note telling them to stop with the sex for when they wake up.
I went back downstairs, feeling the bruises that covered my neck and collar. I looked in the mirror; this might not completely fade tomorrow or the day after. The guy was pretty into it, and that disgusted me. People do what you want, just do not disturb others... And do not sexually assault people.
I thought about pressing charges on the guy but decides against it. Maybe he was on something... It seemed like he was drunk or just simply not in his right mind.
And that un-humanly possible speed. What could explain that?
I came down in the living room, closing the door behind me. When I saw the wine bottle again, something inside me told me to check the ingredients list. I looked around the label, but there was no ingredients label to be found.
"Well, that's not suspicious at all..." I muttered to myself. Did Jean drink this last night... Did I drink this last night?!
I looked down at myself. I did not seem at all different than normal. So that means we could not have had the same drink. ...I wonder where these people got this.
