Chapter 32: Unnatural Dealings
Dante wanted to speak up but knew that protesting – breaking the act – would be the end of them both. Could he really trust the albino not to get herself hurt? Could he really stand by as these two animals had their way with her? She was still smiling as they surrounded her with lustful eyes and groping fingers. Dante grimaced and turned away. He could hear their lecherous chuckling, their shuffling feet, the sound of a door opening, then closing, the lock turning, banging… He didn’t want to hear the rest and went to put his hands over his ears.
“That was way too easy,”
Dante spun around, his long coat whipping up a cloud of dust. Phantasia was standing there, smiling, just as she had been a minute ago, while the sound of banging continued in the background. The banging sound of two lethargic men, muscles wasted away by drug abuse, trying to break down a locked door.
She was better than he’d given her credit for. Way better.
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Without warning Dante slipped around the corner and began to shamble towards the two men. In that moment his aura opened wider than Phantasia had ever seen it, as if he had cast aside the shackles of introversion in his moment of sudden bravery. She held back and listened as he bartered with the dealers for passage to the attic, but when she felt his aura fluctuate and begin cocooning itself again she decided to take action. The dealers had demanded payment and, from the way he was fumbling around in his pockets, it looked like Dante didn’t have much to offer.
“Don’t tell me she’s your payment,” said the dealer on the left as Phantasia slipped out from behind the corner. Although his aura didn’t show the same damage she’d seen on the other drug users, his body bore all the signs of substance abuse. Already both men were slobbering their lecherous tendrils of attention up and down her slender body in ways that would make even Doyle blush.
“You dirty bastard,” said the right-hand dealer, “Bringing your girlfriend here to pay the habit for you. I like your style.”
Phantasia had learned a thing or two from watching girls like Elone flaunt themselves for male attention. Though it made her feel uncomfortable, she played with the loose tie hanging around her neck and bit her bottom lip.
“Mate, you can have ten minutes with the Mistress,” said the left-hand dealer, attempting to improve his shaggy appearance, “And we get twenty minutes with your bitch,”
This is too easy.
“I’ll give you thirty minutes,” said Phantasia, reaching up to play with the buttons on her shirt, “But I wanna go up there too.”
Both men were caught in a hormonal frenzy, their attention fixed firmly on Phantasia now. “You gotta pay up first,” said the first, “Your boyfriend can wait here,”
“Okay!” she said. She hoped Dante would understand her ploy – at times like these telepathy would come in handy!
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