Some Things Can't Be Solved With Just Clues

Chapter 5: A Giant "Orgy"

The gang of white guys pull Con and I along with them without consent. They drag us toward a stereotypical white van with tinted windows. You know... the ones that predators drive? Except.. we were going in voluntarily, with no temptations whatsoever. Anyway, they shove us in the back after they handcuff us to the chains that separate the front of the truck from the back.

"Oh god... why?" Con cries, like a little baby, and starts shivering. "We're gonna be raped! Like Devan! Devan was raped by these fools!"

"Calm down..." I sigh, trying to break free of the cuffs - to no avail. I start banging on the chained up window thing. "HEY!" I yell over the sound of the engine, "Where the fúck are you taking us?"

The persons in the passenger seat - I say persons because there's two people - one whom is sitting on a man's lap, turns around. They stick their tongues out, licking the air, "To our secret warehouse."

Within the next 40 minutes or so, we leave town and pull up into an abandoned warehouse. The three men in the front seat hop out and one of them opens the door for us - only to pull us out and drag us toward the now open building. Inside was even creepier than the dead grass that littered the outside. There were huge boxes scattered randomly about, some of them stacked and some of them open - in them were things I couldn't identify.

There, in the middle of the warehouse was some rope and two metal chairs. I cringe so hard my face becomes permanently disfigured.

The three men proceed to handcuff Con and I together when they sit us down in the chairs. They were covered in fuzzy pink fur, so obnoxiously pink that I felt Con turn even gayer. They also tie our legs up - with the rope that was laying around for some reason. Were they planning to kidnap someone to participate in their hobbies? This is sick.

"Well, this is an odd hobby... " I say laughing awkwardly.

"Shut it dícknose!" The Trevor looking dude yells. A small tear slips from my eye. How could he be so harsh about my nose?!

"I mean you don't look good either, now do you," Con says, whipping out a flashy grin but he soon regrets it when the Trevor-lookin' dude smacks him into next week.

"Hey, hey, Trevor, no need to get violent!" I say, trying to reason with this guy. Instead, he decides to slap me right in the dícknose too.

"How did you know my name was Trevor?! Are you stalking me?! Disgusting!"

"How are we disgusting when you're making us do something so sick?" I narrow my eyes at Trevor.

"What do you mean we made you?" Another guy steps up and says, "You agreed to this yourself."

"Did not!" Con screeches.

"Did too!" screeches another guy.

"Can you guys just get on with it already?!" an impatient yell comes from the far end of the warehouse.

Suddenly, I realize what was going on. In the shadows of the warehouse came at least 10 or so dudes shirtless; with thongs and officer hats on. They start walking towards us and surrounds us in a sassy gay circle.

"Oh dear lord Jesus Christ, forgive me now, for I have sinned." Con says, doing the sign of the cross multiple times across his body, which was impossible because he was tied up but he did it anyway, in his mind.

The group splits into two and starts to manhandle us both. One man grabs my nipple, and I struggle to get out of his grip. This is a hard thing to do with my hands tied down, but I manage to kick him away. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Con being felt up by a trio of guys, and I rush to help him... which was impossible because we were still both tied down to the iron chairs - but I imagined that I saved him, like I always do. Regardless of our struggling, the brute force of huge men in thongs overwhelms us - well me, I honestly don't know how Con felt. Poor guy. Out of nowhere, Con starts screaming - and not just any girly little screams he usually does. It sounded like he was genuinely scared, like that scream came from an ominous evil within him.

I close my eyes, trying to rid the feel of the hands touching me; what a disgusting, vile feeling.

Poor Devan, he had to go through the same thing...

Before the bastards can start stripping me down completely- the entire warehouse goes completely dark. There is a single light that shines down near the door and in steps a small figure. Suddenly, music begins to blare throughout the warehouse. The figure steps forward and immediately breaks into a dance. It was amazing and definitely captivating. Everyone was staring in disbelief at the beautiful figure who was dancing wonderfully to the music that blasted the windows of the warehouse.

The men that had surrounded us were so engrossed with the music and dancing that they leave us alone and shuffle over. Hypnotized, the men form a circle around the figure.

Suddenly, my head gets whipped around by a soft hand and I stare into the eyes of a girl that I had seen only once before."You... " I mutter, "..you're behind this?"

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PinxNote: So, who do you think the girl is?! If you spot any mistakes in grammar, feel free to point it out in the comments so I can fix it!

DevNote: I think it's-- jfc I can't think of a name. I actually sat here for 5 minutes trying to think of a name of another girl in this novel.

PinxNote: Ahah, btw, I lied. Updates are probably gonna be on Mondays or Tuesdays.