Christian paced his hot cell, waiting for the girl to come back, the girl with hair like the last hushed rays of sunset.
He'd been here for weeks, stuck in this...display case or whatever the fuck it was, and it was the same thing day after day. No one ever came except for the girl.
Every day she walked through that door and into the empty room on the other side of his glass wall. The music would start up in a hypnotic rhythm as soon as she entered, and she'd strut over to the stripper pole and dance for him.
She never spoke. She never looked at him. She would dance her little striptease until she was wearing nothing but the tiniest G-string, then the music would stop and she would gather her things and leave out the same door she came in.
And every day, he paced like a caged animal, waiting for her. Even knowing that lusting after her sultry curves would bring him nothing but more agony.
He was going fucking insane in this steel box. No matter what he tried, he couldn't make so much as a dent in the steel walls and ceiling, or the one freaky glass wall that gave him his view of his own personal Calypso. No matter how hard he hit it, it would just bend out like rubber and snap back to its original shape.
He licked his dry lips. He was so thirsty; he hadn't fed in a long time. He needed blood, and a bath. However, that was really the least of his problems.
Christian stopped pacing when the door opened at the end of the room. His entire body began to tremble as the girl entered the room and ambled over to the pole.
She was wearing gold today. Instant pain wracked through his body at the mere sight of her, pulsing in time to the erotic beat of Nine Inch Nails that suddenly filled the room. He wanted to turn away, to just fucking ignore her, but he couldn't not look at her.
His fangs shot down into his mouth instantly, and his tongue flicked out to tease the tips, drawing blood. Licking his lips again, he tasted the salt of the sweat running down his face, and as she swayed to the music, he palmed the hard bulge pressing against the front of his pants.
He knew it wouldn't do any good. He couldn't make himself come. But it felt so fucking good, he couldn't help himself. At least until she left, and he was left rock hard with aching balls, while his muscles cramped with pain until he was screaming on the floor like a pussy.
Whatever it was that had happened to him after Luukas disappeared, these assholes knew exactly how to make his life hell with it. Stick a pretty girl in front of him to seduce him, but not let him touch her. Ever.
He needed to fuck, and he needed to feed, and he needed to do both as soon as possible, before he lost his fucking mind.
Before he'd been taken off the streets of Seattle and brought here, he was going through four to eight girls a night to keep the muscle cramps away. He'd never tried going this long without sex before. Two days had been his limit, and he'd nearly raped Shea at the end of it.
He vaguely wondered if Shea and Dante were going through similar tortures, or if he was the only one who'd been taken.
The girl suddenly stopped dancing in front of the pole and leaned back against it to face him. As always, he wished she would look up, but she didn't.
Ever so slowly, she pulled down the spaghetti straps of her silky crop top, then reached around to untie the back. The soft material slithered off of her, revealing the perfect mounds of her breasts with their large, dusky nipples.
Christian moaned aloud and slammed the glass with one hand, all thoughts of his friends completely forgotten. Leaning his forehead against it, he kept her in his sights while his other hand undid his pants and slid inside to fist his cock.
She dropped her top onto the floor and spread her legs wide. One of her hands slid across her thigh to disappear under her sheer skirt while the other one moved across her ribcage to cup her breast. It spilled out of her small hand as she fondled herself, pinching her nipple until it was hard, and then moving to the other side.
As the song Closer pulsed through his skull he watched, mesmerized. This was new. She'd never touched herself in front of him before.
Her head fell back against the pole, exposing her slender throat and the artery pulsing there, and his cock jumped in his hand. It took everything he had to remain upright and not to give in to his cramping muscles as his body tortured him for teasing it.
His breath was coming in heavy pants, matching the rhythm of her heaving chest as she became more and more excited. He squeezed himself tight, the pain nothing compared to the burning acid that was streaming through his limbs.
He was going to die like this.
The thought almost made him laugh. Death from lack of sex. What a way to go. But it was probably true. He felt like a drug addict going through withdrawals from hell. His heart was probably going to give out before he ever made it out of here.
Suddenly, she lifted her head and looked straight at him. Sapphire blue irises ringed with black stared into his own amber ones. The whites were bloodshot, and she had dark bruises under her eyes.
Her mouth went slack with desire, and her eyes closed again as she came, her body convulsing beneath her hands as her legs gave out and she slid down the pole.
Christian cried out with her, and smashed his head into the glass wall. His hand squeezed his cock until he thought it was gonna pop right off. His chest heaved, his legs and shoulders seized with pain, but he couldn't bring himself relief.
His palm streaked down the unbreakable glass as he collapsed to his knees. He lifted his head at the same time she did, and they stared at each other.
A single tear slid down her cheek as he pressed his forehead to the glass again.