Page 16 of The Filth Kings

“You know me?” I took a step back, which caused him to take a step forward.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the marks and the way that they twisted, contorting some of his facial features. He pulled the hood back, exposing more of his face and that’s when I recognized him as my savior. How could I ever forget his black as night skin and eyes? He had this otherworldly appearance, with jagged scars and burnt marks covering his face.

“We’ve met before. I don’t know you,” he gritted out as he stepped around me.

I watched him unlock his front door as I stood behind him. I should have probably still called an Uber, but for some reason, I felt safe. He saved me before, what damage or hurt would he cause me taking him on as a high paying client?

“Step inside, strip down to nothing,” he stated over his shoulder, never looking back at me.

Okay, so he’s ready to get down to business.I felt nervous but been through this rodeo plenty of times. I wouldn’t make him feel like he was ugly. I assumed that a person that looked as scary as him was probably used to rejection. He had the money to get his rocks off, but I had boundaries. I would make them very clear before I took off any piece of clothing.

My confidence returned once I recognized who he was, he couldn’t have been as heartless as he appeared to be. He saved me from the devil himself before. The lights cut on as cool air hit my face stepping into what appeared to be a gothic-themed house. I looked at the walls that were lined with peeling black wall paper.

“It’s cold as hell in here.” I gasped, rubbing up and down my chilled arms. I silently cursed myself for not being responsible enough to wear a jacket.

He kept his back facing me, his keys shook a little as he swiftly turned around to eye me up and down slowly.

“Strip,” he demanded, not batting an eye.

“Wait, hold on just a second. You horny, I get it. I’m not doing shit, or giving you anything until I get my money and see your paperwork to know that you have been cleared by the doctor. I also need to state my boundaries and rules.” I looked directly into his eyes.

He stomped toward me, I held my breath. Moving past me, he slammed the door and locked it. I turned to observe him placing a thick piece of wood in front of the door.

“You had a chance, Natavi,” he said in a low voice.

He turned around and leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“What chance was that?” I asked, still looking around his empty house.

Just like the outside, there were no signs of life. No pictures nor ornaments hanging on the black peeled walls. I took a step forward as the cold air seemed to grow cooler with each movement. A sense of unease crawled up my spine as my heart quickened at what he was hinting about me having a chance.A chance to fucking run, while I was still outside this cold ass house before he invited me in and locked it.

“You thought that you were making a choice to make some money, so you came here. Thinking that it’ll all be fuckin’ easy. Just like a little money-hungry bitch thinks chasing money is everything. When it’s all over, you’ll wish that you turned around to leave, instead of thinking that I am your savior. This is my world!” He held his ashy hands up then pounded on his hard chest like an angry gorilla.

“You’re nothing but a guest, a piece of pussy…that better be good,” he warned.

The air around us thickened, each word he spoke hung between us like smoke. I could feel my pulse in my throat. Suddenly, his presence became suffocating as the scars on his face twisted in mockery. This was a cruel ass joke, the fear that I had on the porch returned, stomping my confidence into the wooden floor.

“Disobey, you break. Strip!” His voice boomed, bouncing off the walls surrounding us.

I fought to steady myself, not wanting to appear weak. My fingers betrayed me first, they trembled as I reached for the hem of my shirt. Pulling it above my head, I dropped it, feeling my nipples grow stiff to the cold air enticing them further. Maybe if I wore a bra, I wouldn’t have felt so bare standing in front of him. It was almost impossible to avoid his gaze, I couldn’t escape it. Every time I looked up, his eyes were locked in on mine.

My fingers fumbled with unbuttoning my pants. Once they were opened, I slid them down along with my panties. I stepped out of them clumsily, forgetting that my Gucci sneakers were still on. Using my right foot, I quickly guided my left foot out of the sneaker then did the same for my right foot. My feet kissed the cold wooden floor as I quickly kicked my clothes to the left of me.

I tried my hardest to ignore the embarrassment that creeped up my throat, my chest tightened as he took a step close. His eyes fixed on me, unwavering as his expression remained the same, unreadable. I was used to men gawking and showing their appreciation once their eyes landed on my naked body. I didn’t have a lot of breasts; they were a B-cup but a handful. My ass wasn’t extra big but I had a nice bump back there.

I stood frozen as he approached me, my skin tingled with humiliation. Each breath that I took was my own effort to stay composed. Truth be told, I kept my eyes on the thick piece of wood crossing over the entire door. It felt like I was forced to accept the power that this man now had over me. So stupid and naïve of me to think that I was safe with him since he saved me before.

He reached out, I jumped out of my skin. A low growl left his throat as I tried to focus on something else, like the perfect low ceaser cut he had with lots of waves attached to the top of his head. His height made me feel smaller as he looked down at my tensed body.

Without a word, he stepped even closer. His long arms reached for my arm, I flinched again. His grip was firm as he moved up and down my arms methodically. Finally, it clicked in my head what he was doing, searching me. He started at my shoulders, hands gliding down the length of my arms a second time. His hands were all over me, cold and rough as I stood in front of him motionless.

“Sit,” he ordered, his eyes never leaving mine.

I turned around and my eyes landed on a black leather worn couch.

“Is it clean?” I asked hesitantly.

He didn’t answer, just nodded his head toward it and like a good little servant, I walked my dumb ass to the couch and sat down, spreading my legs.

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