- Why are you so scared? - Nathan asked.
- It's just... no, I'm fine.
- No, you're not. You don't look too good, girl. Tell you what; you wait here, somewhere, and I'll give Clyde the... um...
- Give him what?
- I meant I'll go and say "hi" and give him the keys to the booze warehouse. - Nathan was lying. There was no warehouse brimmed with alcohol within a radius of 45 miles. Naturally, Ashlynn, enveloped by her naiveté, believed him and scurried away to find an empty spot until he returned.
- Yo, my man!
- Where the shit have you been? - Clyde pushed Nathan's shoulder. - Ya know, you're really fuckin' annoyin' with bein' late n' shit. You got the stuff?
- Yeah, it's here.
He secretly slipped the heroin into Clyde's hands.
- Now tell me who's the bunny with the long socks.
- The fuck? Who you talkin' about?
At that precise moment the Gossip Crew intervened the conversation. Abigail said:
- Ah, hello there! Who's the dude with the swag?
- Abi, we're doin' business here, as in, you're not a part of it.
- Nah, it's all cool. - Nathan ogled her, but she quickly turned him down:
- Sorry, but my hands are full right now. Try your luck elsewhere, boy. - then Abigail bit the lips of the jock she hooked up with.
- Aw, look at what you did! You broke his heart. - Zoey said.
- He's supposed to be a man, not a pussy. He can take it. - Abi said.
- Sorry, my friend can be a real whore. Oh wait, she is one right now! - Sharon cackled and upon seeing the bags of heroin, she exclamated:
- Did YOU bring that?
- Yeah. - Nathan said.
- Aw, you doll! You deserve a prize for that! And I know just...
- Before you give me some bullshit trophy or whatever, I want some info. - Nathan interrupted Sharon.
- Sure thing. What'll it be?
- Do you know the bunny with the long socks? That one over...there, the weird one. - he pointed at Ashlynn, who was tucked at the bottom of the staircase in the living room. Sharon quickly decided to capitalize on the opportunity to hook up Ashlynn for the night, so the turned to Zoey:
- We've found a winner! She's the trophy I was trying to tell you about. Help me out here. So what do you need to know?
- Everything. I'm not leaving until I score.
- Ooooh, he's determined. Well, this is your lucky night, because that little bunny is a sex machine.
- What, her? Hah! I don't believe you.
Meanwhile, seeing as his business with Nathan was done and he paid him, Clyde drifted away from them, only to be greeted by a few naked women who dragged him to the garden shed.
- She's, like, one of those nerdy library girls, you know. Sticks her head in books, but when she meets a man... she may stick her head to the bottom of the page and take you to the end of the chapter, if you know where I'm going with this. - Sharon said. At this point she was no different when compared to a saleswoman.
Nathan gazed at Ashlynn. She was looking left and right, trying her best to stay out of sight for as long as possible. The drug dealer had some doubts about his new target and for a good reason; much like Ronnie, he has been tricked. The only major difference is that the consequences for Nathan were far more severe.
- Is there any sort of guarantee the whore won't just run away or use pepper spray or kick me in the balls or sue me for attempted rape? - Nathan said.
- What? Bullshit! She doesn't even know what a courthouse is. - Abigail cackled. - There's nothing you should worry about.
Nathan still didn't have complete faith. But he wasn't going to leave the party without having sex. He made his last delivery for the day and he wanted to relax and unwind. He wasted no time and went back inside the house.
- I had to talk to some buddies. My bad. Got carried away. You alright? - he said to Ashlynn.
- Yeah, but I need to go to a quieter place. It's too noisy here and I feel uncomfortable. It's too... too much for me. The basement should be empty. We could go there.
- Nah, I don't dig basements. I'll check the upstairs bedrooms.
There he found that both bedrooms were, expectedly, taken. So he shovelled one of the couples outside, cursing at them in the process. He then ran back down the stairs and dragged Ashlynn by the arm into the now empty room, before anyone else could take it.
Immediately after sitting on the bed, Nathan asked what she would like to drink.
- Oh, no, I don’t think I can drink as much as you’d expect.
- It ain’t necessary to get pissed drunk. You want some whisky? Vodka? Martini? Or maybe beer? I offered martini, ‘cause usually girls like martini.
- Martini’s kinda stinky. Get me some whisky.
- I like your taste. – Nathan grinned and zipped downstairs. He wasn’t planning on going back upstairs immediately. Instead he tiptoed his way to the backyard, trying to avoid stomping any partygoers underneath his feet, to find out where her friends were and to make sure they did not interfere.
- Whisky, whisky, I need some whisky. - me muttered to himself and upon realising there weren't any sealed bottles, he stole one from a couple who conveniently looked away, so Nathan could nab it. Now that he had one half of the necessary alcohol, he commenced searching for vodka. Luckily there was plenty to go around: it didn't take long, before one bottle of the Russian spirit drink was in his hand. Now he had to be furtive and desultory. Nathan was going to anything and everything to fuck Ashlynn. In order to maximize his chances, he resorted to a method notorious not just across the globe, but in the United States specifically: mixing alcohol with rohypnol. While in Europe this drug is perfectly legal, the reasons why its use is so controversial in the US is that it's illegal and it's effects include drowsiness, confusion, loss of motor coordination, visual disturbances, dizziness, unconsciousness and amnesia, which was perfect for rapes. Nathan had conducted some drug-related experiments in the past, but that night he wanted to try something for the first time: mix alcohol, rohypnol and ketamine, another well-known hallucinogenic drug.
- Yo, Nate, who's gonna get roofied?
That was one of Nathan's several friends, Floyd. Much like Nathan, he attended the party because of the possibility of scoring with hot girls.
- For fuck's sake, Floyd! Scared the shit out of me. And keep it down.
- Ketamine, huh? You rarely use that.
- Not in combination with a forget pill.
- You... what? Do you want to have sex or straight up kill someone, dude? You don't know what the effects are going to be.
- That's why we have a lab rat upstairs.
- Wow, you found one that quickly? Nice. Where is she?
- Upstairs waiting for me. Did you find anything else for yourself?
- Nah, neither have Zane or Terrence, or Vic. By the looks of it... everyone here is taken.
Nathan gave a deep sigh and said:
- Fine. We'll share my catch. Just wait for about... let's see... the pill takes effect in half an hour... let's say 15 to 20 minutes. I'll find you guys and we'll gang up on her, ok? Are the others here?
- Aw, sweet, dude! They'll love...
- Yeah, yeah, I get it, where are they, Floyd?
- They were on the roof. I'll check if they're still there.
- Try the backyard, if the roof is empty. - said Nathan, as he mixed the concoction. - Fucking idiot.
Nathan's gateway to superficial lust was ready. Now all he needed to do was to force Ashlynn to consume just enough for her to pass out. Ashlynn froze once he walked in.
- Hey, girl. It's me, don't worry. I got drinks! - Nathan laughed.
- OK. - she said. - Why did it take you so long?
- Oh, come on. There's so many people down there, plus I barely found alcohol for us both.
- I'm sorry. I...
- It's a'ight. Now let's drink!
Nathan chugged a bit of vodka, as Ashlynn watched
while holding onto the bottle.
- I can't drink straight from the bottle.
- Aw no, I'm not going back there for cups. Come on, you're gonna drink straight from the bottle.
Nathan yanked the bottle from her hands, aimed it at her mouth and tried to empty as much as possible.
- Hey! That's not nice! - she covered her face and then shook the whisky off her arms. Then she cautiously regained the bottle and said:
- Alright, I'll do it. Myself. - as she uttered those words, the drugged whisky sloshed itself into her throat down to her stomach. Nathan caught up by drinking some of his vodka. As they drank a toast, more of the alcohol was consumed.
- So... do you...
- Yeah, I have a boyfriend. - Ashlynn cut him off. It was a hard blow for Nathan, but he was not going to back out just yet. The drugs were in Ashlynn's body, he mixed enough of them into the alcohol. All he had to do was wait and keep the conversation flowing until she commences behaving inadequately.
- Ah, OK. Is he, like, you know, a boxer or karate nut or whatever?
Ashlynn took another sip and said:
- Oh, God, no, absolutely not. He's very peaceful, kind, caring. I feel joyful when I'm around him, but...
When Ashlynn said "but", Nathan pinned back his ears:
- ...he's just... too inert at times, too careful, too caring. It's too much. I don't feel the excitement that I should be feeling. I want someone to just... take me, grab me, make me his own. I don't know how to say it. It's so complicated.
Nathan was now absorbing every word and gesture by Ashlynn.
- Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to mention: I'm not like other girls.
- What do you mean?
- It's not easy being around me. There are a lot of barriers.
- "I don't think so, sex toy." - said Nathan to himself. - "Come on, it's been 20 minutes..."
Before he could end that thought, Ashlynn began tottering.
- Ugh, I don't feel well. I told you I don't drink that much...
- You alright?
- No, I'm not alright. I... feel funny. Are you sure this is whisky?
- Uh... um... yeah... it is. - Nathan was stuttering. - I got it from Clyde.
Nathan drew out his phone and told Ashlynn:
- I'm going to get some help, ok? You gonna be alright, yeah? Just stay here, I'll...
- Oh, Ronnie. Where have you been?
- "What? Who the fuck is Ronnie? She can't be hallucinating this quickly." - Nathan realised he had to act quickly, if he and his friends wanted to have an orgy with her for as long as physically possible. He had to stay in the room to keep her occupied with her own hallucinations. Nathan texted Floyd:
"Get the boys and go somewhere quiet. Text me back."
Floyd saw the message and rounded up Terrence, Victor and Zane. They wondered until Floyd briefly explained Nathan's idea.
- Did he really mix Mexican and Cat Valium? - Zane asked.
- No joke, man; he was mixing them in some bourbon when I walked up on him. Hold up, I need to text him back. - said Floyd.
Nathan quickly answered, as he kept an eye on Ashlynn and did his best to keep her noiseless:
"2nd floor, 2nd door, close to the window. Come here now and don't make any noise! She's ready."
- She better not be a fat one, Nate. - said Zane and they all waltzed inside the house with discreet chuckles and an adrenaline rush. When they walked up to Nathan, Terrence had some concerns:
- What if she snaps out of it? Or what if she remembers us? I ain't goin' in jail, man.
- For fuck's sake, man, she's on such a cocktail...
Nathan's speech froze, as a partygoer drunkenly limped his way to the front door. He resumed his thought:
-...of drugs that after we're done, she's gonna be sleeping for a week. Now move your ass.
- Alright, let's see your catch. - said Victor and they all teemed inside. "The catch", meanwhile, was no longer able to sit upright.
- Mm... Ronnie, I don't feel well...
- Who's Ronnie? - Zane asked.
- Dunno, but I think it might be her boyfriend. She said she's taken. - said Nathan. - It doesn't matter now, because he's not here and no one's going to witness it. Oh yeah, and once we're done, this never happened, you hear me?
- Um, problem: what about the door? - Floyd's concern was valid, given the context.
- I tried finding a key... - Nathan said.
- Who's gonna keep a key to a room in the same room? - Victor said.
- It... doesn't... matter! - Nathan bared his teeth and hissed. - Block the door with that easy chair.
Terrence and Victor busied themselves with the barricade, while Nathan worked what he liked to call his "female magic". Ashlynn's hallucinations were being used to satisfy the carnal-minded and sexually depraved boys. The Gossip Crew could not do anything about it, because of their current and equally sexual preoccupation. Even if their tongues were not slithering down the throats of some muscle-bound, tattoo-covered man-sluts, they still wouldn't do anything to cry halt on the atrocities that were happening upstairs.
Ashlynn was now stark naked and flowing with her sudden desire to have sex. She was now convinced that Nathan was, in fact, Ronnie, although she could not quite see the rest of his friends, because of her blurred eyesight and her general focus on Ronnie's image. This meant that all five of them could have their way and defile her. Their arms crept across her skin and latched onto her numb, borderline lifeless body. Then Nathan commenced raping her. Ashlynn's eyes were still open, but did not react in any way. Soon the rest of the rapists joined in, mercilessly penetrating and humiliating her. It didn't take long, before depravity enveloped their minds and they began laughing in their sleeves, which transitioned to maniacal, borderline demonic chortles. Ashlynn's mind would not be the same after that atrocity.
***
- How do I confide in her? I... I hate this. I hate myself. I let this happen to me. - Ronnie was whispering to himself after being raped yet again by the assassins. Weakness had found its way not just in his bones and muscles, but also in his head. His reflections were about to be rudely and prematurely interrupted.
The assassins were summoned by Ren'ul to the command room. Retion and Huklin were already there, discussing Ronnie's fate:
- Are you certain that that fiend we caught... is not Ankonian The Immortal? It certainly looks like him. Or rather... mostly like him.
- Ask yourself this, Huklin: if it really were Ankonian, the one who's always been a spear in the eye of our almighty father,...
Retion was referring to Ren'ul Furot:
-... he would have easily blown a hole in the side of the hull of our vessel and drag a sizeable amount of our soldiers to their graves. Instead, he is now in captivity, all by himself, with no outside help. It doesn't look like a good picture to me.
- So what you're telling me is that it's bad that the Overlord finally has one of the remaining members of the Immortals in his possession?
- No, not that, you insufficiently educated oaf. What I'm trying to tell you is that it all seemingly happened too quickly, too effortlessly. Somehow he came to us, unaided. There must have been some purpose to his arrival here.
Before Retion could muse upon any further, the Overlord came into the room, visibly unruffled and mildly pleased.
- My liege, you seem very pleased. - said Retion.
- Of course, Retion! I have an Immortal in my grasp, my son finally took initiative and aided in the capture and now those three are breaking him in under my orders.
Retion's concerns could not escape Furot's formidable senses:
- Retion, you, on the other hand, seem far from peaceful. Is there something you'd like to share?
- Sire, I... I cannot.
- We have mutual trust. Your words will not escape the confines of this room, I assure you. - the Overlord said and sat on his throne.
- You see, sire, I... - Retion choked for a moment. - I suspect that somethin
g is going to go wrong. The circumstances, under which the most recent events occurred were not... how do I say this... very logical.
- How so? - Furot said.
- Have you ever considered his arrival here to have some sort of purpose or be a cover for something bigger, something on a larger scale? The current state of affairs seems unstable to me and it could worsen. If this supposed creature we've caught is an Immortal, what's preventing it from using all the power it has to escape and mutilate a sizeable amount of our troops?
- He's not the Ankonian we know, Retion. This one does not possess the mental capabilities of the gargantuan whose footsteps echoed across the Universe. Our current biggest issue is extracting the technology necessary for my newest army. My ultimate army. The spearhead that has always eluded me.
Meanwhile, back in the cell, Ronnie was anxious. His thoughts turned against him once more. He was seeing the faces of people he knew, fingers pointed at him, ridicule, disgust. Ashlynn was there too, asking him repeatedly why he did not say anything about him being repeatedly raped. He could not spit out a single syllable and as a result of the sensory overload, Ronnie screamed as hard as he could. The scream caused a few cracks that he felt through his chest. Not physical ones, but he felt them nonetheless.
- I have to get out... I need to get out... I can't take this anymore... - he said to himself. - But how?
He did not have much time to come up with a plan, because several Xeleons approached the torture chamber. These creatures were quite similar to the Culvyns in terms of their frame, but that's about the extent of the similarities. One could see them as a beefed up interpretation of the crystal-made warriors and that was not too far from the truth. Their specialty, however, was torture and interrogations; in essence, they were the Overlord's very own Mafiosi, which made them ideal for the task at hand - breaking Ronnie further in. Ren'ul did not worry too much about giving them the code to the door, because later on he could murder them once they've done their job and then replace them without anyone objecting his actions.
The Xeleons stepped inside and set themselves in order. Ronnie was ill-at-ease and filling up with adrenaline.
- "This doesn't look good." - said Ronnie to himself.
- Why have you come to our base of operations? - asked one of the Xeleons.
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