Page 24 of The Cute Psycho

With a bored expression on my face, I watch as a man in a dog mask saunters on the stage, calling out a number and inviting a man and a woman to join him.

The man in the mask commands them both on their knees before lowering his zipper and taking his cock out, dipping it in and out of the man's and woman's mouths.

I glance warily at Vanya, thinking she's too young to be seeing something like this. But then I remember she'snotreal.

Her attention is wholly focused on the people on the stage. In just a short while, their positions change. The woman is on her knees, getting railed from behind by her partner, while the masked guy is fucking the man in the ass.

The show becomes even more interesting when they call out yet another number, and another man joins them on the stage. The masked man takes a step back, making the newcomer join the fucking train before taking his dick in his hand once more and riding his ass.

It's like a never-ending chain, especially when they keep calling out names, more people joining in, the masked man always in control at the end of the line. Men and women are arranged alternately, so there's always a cock fucking a hole.

Weirdly enough, the stage is the least problematic aspect of thisentire place. And ghost or not, I ask Vanya not to look around, especially not up.

Like an opera house, the entire room is sectioned in boxes on different levels, all looking down at the stage.

But the boxes belong to the richest and most depraved. The ones who crave the anonymity the crowd cannot give them.

I let my eyes wander around briefly, but the images are too much, even for me.

Men in their late fifties are getting their dicks sucked by teenage boys. Some have shunned all morality and are actively fucking children. But then probably the worst box is the one that has a few peoplewatching childrenfucking each other.

I'd known I'd see sick people in here; I just hadn't realizedhowsick.

"Do you think we'll find her?" Vanya speaks again, her voice hopeful.

I try to put the things I'd seen out of my mind as I turn my attention to her.

"I don't know," I answer honestly.

It's been months since Katya's disappearance, and I'd used all the resources at my disposal to dig into human trafficking rings in the area, thinking she'd show up in an auction.

She is, after all, the virgin daughter of a Pakhan. That's bound to get a pretty penny anywhere. So I'd listened to the chatter in the underground world, knowing I'd find something, eventually. And I had. I'd found out aboutthis.

The Block, aptly named after its famous auctions, is one of the most exclusive human trafficking rings on the East Coast. Run by an elusive drug lord, it caters to the elite and the most debauched of the bunch.

It had proven a little harder to get myself an invitation, and I'd had to put all my experience with computers into making an entirely new persona for myself on the Dark Web.

A bait here and there, and I'd somehow managed to snag myself an invitation. AVIPinvite.

But tackling the Block had not proven that easy. They had regular auctions, and with time, the chances of me finding Katya slimmed considerably.

I've been coming here for a while now, and still no trace of her.

"We're not giving up, though," I quickly assure her.

After the mass orgy ends, the second event of the evening involves cooking a live man. Well, I can stomach this better thanthat.

A few times here and I'd learned that I can excuse myself from certain events that don't... tickle my fancy.

I'd certainly excused myself from the sexfest. Even now I shudder to think about being close to so many bodily fluids... so not appealing.

It's enough that I bathe in human entrails when I lose my mind, often waking up in pools of blood, with organs hanging off my clothes. I'm not about to engage in that while I am lucid too.

A man needs to maintain some dignity.

But my first trip here I'd won myself a taste of human flesh. Not too bad, but I'd overcooked it. I blame Vanya for that since she'd kept distracting me until the meat had burned.

After that, as a regular member, I'd been able to make my preferences known.

---