A/N TRIGGER WARNING: Heavy drug use and abuse, implied cnc, implied rape threat

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The balcony at the top of the stairs looked out onto the rave underneath. It was more crowded than I had expected, full of people getting high and intimate with each other. Very intimate with each other. I tried to not too closely at what was happening in the dark corners of the floor, but the sounds of pleasure and pain didn't exactly leave much to the imagination. I just know I saw leather and chains along with a lot of flesh.

In the middle of the floor several lounges were set up in circle with a large coffee table in the middle. Several imposing individuals sat around with drinks, relaxing. One man in particular caught my attention as he sat more upright and dignified than the others. He clearly called the shots. As we got closer, I recognised some of Trix's handiwork on his head and neck which disappeared under his shirt.

As soon as his eyes laid upon us the man called out to Jake in German, as if he was greeting an old friend. Jake responded in German, but behaved stand offish. It was clear to me that he did want to have any interactions with the man and the fact he continued to communicate in German, he didn't want me to understand what was being said. The man told the people to his left to get up and make space for us, but Jake declined his offer for us to join them. The man looked at me and said something directly at me, which caught me by surprise. I wasn't expecting anyone to talk to me directly. Jake responded for me in a very bitter tone. Whatever was said, he wasn't having it.

"Français? Español? English?" the man asked. "Ah... wait, don't tell me you're American."

I glanced at Jake nervously, who rolled his eyes.

"American! Nym, but you hate Americans! What was it you used to say about Americans? Something like, 'American dogs are so stupid. You could convince them to suck you off while you robbed them blind'?" the man laughed.

I wasn't impressed and looked at Jake for him to deny it, but he just glared at the man, not even gracing me a single sympathetic glance.

"Well, I don't blame Nym for making an exception for you. Come sit that cute American ass next to me," the man patted the lounge beside him.

"Actually, we were just leaving," Jake interjected.

"What? Already?" he pretended to be offended. "You fucking, ungrateful freeloaders! You come to my party uninvited, drink my booze, dance to my music, take my drugs and think you can just fucking leave!? Sit your asses down!"

Jake sighed and lowered his head, then finally acknowledged me behind him, "Please put up with him for just a few minutes."

I followed Jake over to the lounge, feeling very uncomfortable as everyone not currently having sex in the room was staring at us. I felt like a great number of them recognised Jake, but I couldn't work out if it was a good or bad thing. If Jake had any dealings with this crew, he must not have left on good terms.

Jake went to take the seat beside the man, but the man shoved him away, then grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to sit down next to him.

"Let me get a chance to meet this woman of yours, Nym," the man insisted. "It's so rare for you to bring a woman around after all."

"You fucking touch her and I'll smash that whiskey glass into your skull and rub it into your eyes," Jake threatened.

The man raised his eyebrow, then burst out laughing, "Oh Nym, you psychotic, little fuck, I missed you! Max! A celebration is in order!"

"There is nothing to celebrate," Jake said coldly.

A waiter came around and put bags of cocaine on the table. The others sitting around the table respectfully waited for the man to empty his bag, line his serving up and snort it with a paper straw. As soon as he finished, the rest took turns taking theirs. The man noticed we weren't touching our bags. He picked up the bag in front of me, emptied it on the table and started lining it up for me.

"Something tells me you haven't had any before and that's ok. Let me help you," he cooed.

"I'm good, thank you," I declined.

"Now, now, it's rude to decline a gift given to you by your host," he pressured.

"She's not having any," Jake said firmly.

"I rather think she is," the man ignored him and handed me his straw. Then he reached over, grabbed the bag in front of Jake and emptied it in front of me as well. "In fact, she's having yours too, Nym, since you're not having yours. Unless she's already on something else?"

I glanced at Jake, who gritted his teeth and refused to respond. The lack of denial was disappointing to say the least. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from losing my temper. Oh I would have a mouthful to say to him later, but right then I had to remain calm and try to keep a poker face, if that was even possible.

"Judging by her reaction, I take it she didn't even know," the man chuckled. "Tsk, tsk, Nym. Still drugging your women without consent. See this, everyone? You can take the man out of the darkness, but you can't take the darkness out of the man! Well, someone better do this line and not let my gift go to waste. So its either you or her."

Jake grabbed the straw out of my hands and leant over to snort all of it while the man watched him with a smug expression on his face. I clenched my fists, wanting so much to get out of there. I contemplated getting up and walking away, but this man seemed unpredictable. He completely laughed off Jake's threat. Knowing Jake would take a person's life if he felt threatened, but Jake bent to his will, my instinct told me not to make waves. My throat tightened so much that I felt like I could hardly breathe. It only got worse when the man put his arm around my shoulders and his other hand on my thigh. My skin absolutely crawled.

"See that, love? A psychotic nut job like him is easily tamed," he gestured. "Even the world's most fucked up child can't say no to the sweetest candy."

"Fuck you, Cyan," Jake threw the straw at him.

"Tsk, tsk, so rude, Nym! Now should we discuss the elephant in the room? Hmm? What have you been drugging this poor woman with? I'm guessing your special mix of MDMA and Ketamine. I'm right, aren't I? It's what you used to use with Trix after all," Cyan commented. "I haven't forgotten your vices."

"She's not on anything," Jake answered plainly, but I struggled to stomach his lie. I turned away, unable to look at him anymore.

"Ha! What a lie! He accuses me of being a monster, but it takes one to know one, doesn't it?" Cyan laughed, then turned me to look at him directly. "You see, love, he had to take the coke for you. He didn't want to risk you having a bad reaction with the mix of Ecstasy and Ketamine already in your system. It's almost honourable. Aside from, you know, drugging you without consent. But it must have been a weak dose because you seem to be coming off your high already. A bump of coke could do wonders for you, love. Why not take control of the situation and do a line yourself? You want to feel amazing, don't you love? After this slime ball has treated you like such a fool, I bet you want to be on top again. Show him who's in charge," Cyan motioned with his hand and the waiter brought over more coke. Cyan dumped it out and lined it up again, splitting the amount in half. "We'll start slow, ok?"

Jake started to move, but the waiter grabbed his shoulders and forced him to sit back in his seat. "I will fucking gut you!" he screamed.

"I don't think you'll be doing much of anything, Nym. Sit back and shut up. Your girl needs some healing after the shit you've pulled," Cyan glared.

"Actually I would like to leave," I spoke up. "Since you're all about consent, that shouldn't be a problem for you, right? I mean, you're not the type to force a girl to snort coke, are you?"

Cyan stared at me for a bit then started laughing, "Wow, you're gutsy. Or do you feel like your back is so hard up against the wall that you have no other option but to try resistance?"

"I'm not scared, I'm fucking pissed. I didn't know this was your 'party' and I had no fucking clue that Jake was taking from you. I just wanted to go to a fucking rave, dance and not give a shit about anything for a while. Now we were on our way out when your man stopped us and I've been forced up here to tolerate your shit. You could've let us leave and no one would have been in anyone's hair. I don't know what your game is or what you want, but I am having no part in it," I ranted.

Cyan took it all in, then smiled, "I see why he likes you, even if you are American. There's a real fire in you. He's got a real fucking hard on for you right now and I have to admit, even my loins are tempted." He gestured to his groin, but I ignored him. "To be honest, it has nothing to do with the drugs or the alcohol. It's the gall of Nym to think he can name drop me to get in and then leave without paying any respect to his host. Me. The one who helped him when no one else would. The one who got him the medication he needed to recover. The one who helped him get back onto his feet when he thought all was lost. I deserve at least a fucking hello after years of radio silence! Hell, he should be grovelling!"

"Medication? You mean you got him addicted to drugs?" I corrected.

"Ah potato, potato," Cyan waved. "I gave him a roof over his head, food to eat, clothes to wear, girls to fuck, a way to earn money, a purpose in life. If it weren't for me, he'd still be crying in the corner about that American bitch that didn't wait. I taught him to stand up for himself and take control of his own situation."

Bitch that didn't wait? I glanced back at Jake who averted his eyes from me.

"Wait, you're not that American bitch, are you?" Cyan exclaimed. "Ohohoho! Nym! You finally listened! You have no idea how pissed when he found you were screwing other men in his absence. I told him to go reclaim his territory, but he refused. 'She's just a dumb, American slut,' he said. Then he went and started binging with Trix in more ways than one."

"Cyan!" Jake yelled.

"You know, he called her by your name when they fucked. Imagine that? Him fucking another woman while moaning your name. And we're not talking about the lovey, dovey, let's make love or whatever sex. We're talking about hardcore, fuck like you hate each other sex. So he's choking a woman and rearranging her guts while thinking of you. Precious, isn't he?" Cyan mused. "I'll never understand why Trix put up with that."

"Are you done!?" Jake spat.

"I don't know, this has been real fun!" Cyan grinned. "Far more entertainment than any of these losers have provided. The question is now what are you going to do to keep my silence?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? You should be asking what you can do to keep me from fucking slaughtering you!" Jake cursed.

"All that delicious rage, have you even been using it right?" Cyan shook his head.

"Is that what this is about? Getting Jake to do a job for you?" I glared. "You sad piece of shit! All of this because you don't even know how to ask for a favour!?"

"MC!" Jake called out.

"Look at you using your big girl voice," Cyan mocked. Then he grabbed the back of my head and forced my face down onto the table with my nose in the pile of coke. "You see it quite simple, MC. I like to remind people of their place around here. That's something you could really learn a thing or two about. Be a good girl and start sniffing. Let yourself go! My friends and I will keep you warm tonight!"

I heard Jake cry out and struggle against the waiter holding him back. Meanwhile I breathed through my mouth to avoid inhaling any of the cocaine. Cyan realised this and covered my mouth with his free hand. I bit his hand in retaliation, which earned me a hit on the back of the head from a whiskey bottle before everything went black.