to introduce you to. The club…it’s not for the faint of heart—”
“I know that, Will. I’ve been to the New York location and from what I’ve heard they’re pretty much the same.”
His eyes never left mine before they narrowed slightly and he asked, “When you were there, what did you do?”
I blinked and tried not to think about that night. I was high as a kite on mixture of cocaine and MDMA. It was the only way I’d felt bold enough to go in the first place. However, I could have taken all the drugs in the world and never scrubbed that experience from my memory.
“I watched my boyfriend get flogged and strapped to this piece of equipment. He was fucked by some guy who wore one of those face masks. Then…a train was pulled on me and I don’t know how many guys took turns fucking me in every sexual hole on my body. I lost count after ten. It was not consensual but as you know in places like that, there is a fine line to what is consensual and what isn’t. I was high and I’d signed some kind of waiver so I couldn’t press charges against the men involved or the club.
“Besides, Severin Krieger was there and he observed the whole scene. I…I know he has a lot of connections, one being to a guy who make snuff films—”
“—that director’s work is bullshit, Laurel. They are fake killings. Real snuff films are so rare, they virtually don’t exist.”
I shook my head. “No…the director…he was there that night. He filmed my little ‘show’ and then he allowed me to view some of his handy work when I was half sober, crying about how I would go to the police and ruin the club. I don’t remember his name, only that he was tall, German, and blond. The snuff video he showed to me…it was real. It’d been shot with professional equipment…none of that eight millimeter shit. I heard the young girl scream and come and get off on being raped, humiliated and ultimately murdered.
“The guy…he had one of those hunting knives and he stabbed her at least thirty or forty times before he slit her throat. It was the most disturbing shit I’ve seen in my life. The other Krieger brother, Rory, he was really upset about my situation. He paid me off…I went home with a million dollar transfer into an offshore account with my name on it. I never told anyone what happened. Not even my best friends or my sister. You’re the only other person who knows.”
Will glared at me with crystal blue eyes. “You’re one of the few people I know who has ever met that guy…the snuff director. His name is Korova Ludovico. A fake name of course because it comes from a cult film from the seventies.”
“ A Clockwork Orange . Yeah, I’ve seen it.” I breathed deeply as Will slid his arms around me and pulled me to his chest.
“I promise I won’t let anything happen to you tonight and something that humiliating will never be forced upon you again. You understand me?”
I nodded. “I know you wouldn’t allow anything to happen to me. This was years ago, Will. I was twenty and stupid. I thought I knew everything and I didn’t know shit. Anyway…most people who go to those places are pretty well adjusted in contrast to some of the sick fucks who hang out there but I’m assuming you fall into the former category, not the latter.”
“You’re right.” He kissed my forehead. “I worked there and I knew what went down but I kept to myself, did my job and made a lot of money. I walked away with a nice bank account while the band was still strugglin’ and the worst part was I couldn’t even share it because Kaz and Jaden—they come from some real tough shit. They’re part of an MC for Christ’s sake and it was enough of an adjustment for them to find out I was gay. Not that Kaz gave a shit but it really bothered Jaden.”
I rolled my eyes. “And do you really care about having that motherfucker’s approval? He certainly has no room to throw
“I know that, Will. I’ve been to the New York location and from what I’ve heard they’re pretty much the same.”
His eyes never left mine before they narrowed slightly and he asked, “When you were there, what did you do?”
I blinked and tried not to think about that night. I was high as a kite on mixture of cocaine and MDMA. It was the only way I’d felt bold enough to go in the first place. However, I could have taken all the drugs in the world and never scrubbed that experience from my memory.
“I watched my boyfriend get flogged and strapped to this piece of equipment. He was fucked by some guy who wore one of those face masks. Then…a train was pulled on me and I don’t know how many guys took turns fucking me in every sexual hole on my body. I lost count after ten. It was not consensual but as you know in places like that, there is a fine line to what is consensual and what isn’t. I was high and I’d signed some kind of waiver so I couldn’t press charges against the men involved or the club.
“Besides, Severin Krieger was there and he observed the whole scene. I…I know he has a lot of connections, one being to a guy who make snuff films—”
“—that director’s work is bullshit, Laurel. They are fake killings. Real snuff films are so rare, they virtually don’t exist.”
I shook my head. “No…the director…he was there that night. He filmed my little ‘show’ and then he allowed me to view some of his handy work when I was half sober, crying about how I would go to the police and ruin the club. I don’t remember his name, only that he was tall, German, and blond. The snuff video he showed to me…it was real. It’d been shot with professional equipment…none of that eight millimeter shit. I heard the young girl scream and come and get off on being raped, humiliated and ultimately murdered.
“The guy…he had one of those hunting knives and he stabbed her at least thirty or forty times before he slit her throat. It was the most disturbing shit I’ve seen in my life. The other Krieger brother, Rory, he was really upset about my situation. He paid me off…I went home with a million dollar transfer into an offshore account with my name on it. I never told anyone what happened. Not even my best friends or my sister. You’re the only other person who knows.”
Will glared at me with crystal blue eyes. “You’re one of the few people I know who has ever met that guy…the snuff director. His name is Korova Ludovico. A fake name of course because it comes from a cult film from the seventies.”
“ A Clockwork Orange . Yeah, I’ve seen it.” I breathed deeply as Will slid his arms around me and pulled me to his chest.
“I promise I won’t let anything happen to you tonight and something that humiliating will never be forced upon you again. You understand me?”
I nodded. “I know you wouldn’t allow anything to happen to me. This was years ago, Will. I was twenty and stupid. I thought I knew everything and I didn’t know shit. Anyway…most people who go to those places are pretty well adjusted in contrast to some of the sick fucks who hang out there but I’m assuming you fall into the former category, not the latter.”
“You’re right.” He kissed my forehead. “I worked there and I knew what went down but I kept to myself, did my job and made a lot of money. I walked away with a nice bank account while the band was still strugglin’ and the worst part was I couldn’t even share it because Kaz and Jaden—they come from some real tough shit. They’re part of an MC for Christ’s sake and it was enough of an adjustment for them to find out I was gay. Not that Kaz gave a shit but it really bothered Jaden.”
I rolled my eyes. “And do you really care about having that motherfucker’s approval? He certainly has no room to throw
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