Page 26 of Hallow’s Eve
“No, not unless he’s masquerading as someone else.” He sniggered. “Get it? Masquerading… fuck man. Who pissed in your helmet?”
“How about Thorn?”
“Not seen them since they left the party about Wolf. You hear what happened to him?”
“He’s dead.”
“And you think this pretty little thing killed him?”
“Where’s Kingpin?”
“He’s in the throne room.”
The throne room?
Hallow carted me through a loud party, obviously dodging folks. Once we made it through and to another entrance, he stopped and scooped me up to carry me. From then on it felt like he was wading through a bog until he sat me on my feet on dry land.
“Riff said you were bringing me a treat,” a man’s deep voice rumbled. You could still hear the music from the front room albeit it was much quieter.
“Not a treat.” Hallow cleared his throat. “A suspect in Wolf and Sadist’s murder. But with all due respect, Pres., she’s innocent.”
“Not a treat, eh? Take off her mask.”
Hallow carefully lifted the mask off my head, and I breathed heavily through my nose since my mouth was still restricted. Blinking, my eyes adjusted to the low light. Throne room was right. The biker before me perched on an honest to God throne draped in red velvet like he were the Queen of England. Kingpin, I presumed. Long dark hair, straight with plenty of volume and a substantial beard, black mascara and matching nails, the guy looked more rock than country. But it was Halloween after all.
Shirtless, the biker showed off a chest and two arms full of black tattoos, some nice and some not so hot. His abs were impressive and bare of ink or hair. Kingpin wore leather pants, period, and they were undone revealing a bare patch where a bush should be. Dangling down, his tattooed feet were on display, each toenail black. Beside them a woman laid with a feathery masquerade mask on and not a stitch more. Her long bleached blonde hair almost covered her breasts that defied gravity. Dern, her body was perfect, perfectly fake probably. Her tongue darted out, and I realized she’d been licking Kingpin’s toes.
Eww.
Following her were more people on the ground. I twirled around to see lots of folks all over the floor, all naked and wearing masks of some sort whether it be a fancy dress or a scary Halloween one. Their bodies tangled, connecting wherever they fit to another. Looked like a big game of naked twister to me. Glancing at the mask in Hallow’s hand, the one that had been on me, I saw for the first time it was a tiger mask.
Kingpin searched me up and down. His dark eyes heavy with lust fluttered all over me. He addressed Hallow, “Looks like a treat to me.”
“Not one that I can share.”
Kingpin raised his eyebrows at that. “Welcome to Royal Road’s Masquerade Orgy…”
“Eve,” Hallow finished for him.
I couldn’t reply because of the gag.
“Yes, Eve. Get rid of that frock and turn her around.”
Shocking the hell out of me, Hallow did just as his President said, snatching my dress off over my head, exposing my bare body to Kingpin. My white dress pooled at my tied hands, hanging down like a ghost.
“I need to see all of her,” Kingpin complained.
I jumped sideways this time but Hallow quickly righted me and hauled down my panties. He spun me again. “I’ve checked every inch, no tattoos.”
“Yet, her dad is supposedly the notorious Fighting Cock.”
“That’s what her friend told Riff, but she never mentioned him to me.”
“Raise your arms,” Kingpin commanded. “Spread them.”
In my defense, I hadn’t known Hallow was even a biker. He lied to me. Muzzled, I couldn’t defend myself. At the mention of my dad, I gladly showed him my body. Proof that I wasn’t affiliated to his old biker gang. My parents had been divorced for as long as I could remember, and my mom kept me far away from any bikers. Dad was never around while I was growing up but was retired now. That’s how he put it. He claimed to have left the club when my mom was murdered, but there was more to it. People claimed the biker gang somehow kept him from being convicted of killing my mom. A troubled man with more demons than hell, he was no angel. However, I never believed he killed my mom. Not for one second. The State of Arkansas agreed with me.
“What about her feet?” Kingpin asked.
