Chapter 104: A pornography party (2)

Where’s Dorra? Where on earth she is?

I stand outside the living room and look around at the corner for a moment, then I make sure Dorra isn’t in the first floor. Then I look at the surrounding terrain and there isn’t her in the kitchen too.

On the other side of the living room, there’s a staircase leading to the second floor. I hesitate for a moment, take a deep breath, stand up and swagger across the living room.

The men and women in the living room are all half asleeping and half awaking, so when I walk in, no one around me is surprised. Everyone is twisting. Some of them are hugging together.

As I’m walking past the crowd, I suddenly see two men are standing up in the corner. Their eyes are staring at me. After hesitate for a while, they are coming towards me quickly.

I immediately realize that they are awake!

I grab a bottle from a table next to me and hide it behind my back. But my face is still calm, pretending not to be aware of anything.

Finally, the man in front of my left side comes close to me and puts his hand on my shoulder. “You are?”

I realize that he might also be hesitant. I even suspect that he may not fully know all the people present. He just feels my face looks strange and a little skeptical.

Such an oppotunity must not be missed!

I just let him put his hand on my shoulder, pretend to be drunk, say with my tongue wide: “What… are… you… saying?”

His eyes are twinkling, reaching another hand for my arm, seemingly trying to take me to aside. As soon as his finger touches my arm, I hit it with a sharp elbow! The metal handle torch that I’m holding in my arm has hit him heavily on the chin. The man is immediately covering his chin and screaming. I do not hesitate, the bottle in the other hand hits him on the head!

Bang!

The bottle is broken and the golden liquor is flowing all over the floor.

The other man immediately raises his hand to punch me. I lower my body and head down. At the same time, I take his arm with my shoulder and punch him on the throat.

Bang!

This man is falling down, covering his throat. His face has turned red and he can’t even breathe at the moment.

This is still my mercy! If I beat him harder, I’m afraid he can be broken his throat knot!

I knock them down, and no one jumps out of the crowd next to us. One by one, they are all staggering, giggling, and shouting: “Oh yeah! Oh, yeah!”

There’s another man, with an obscene smile on his face, leans askew towards me, calling with don’t know what kind of strange tone: “Honey!”

“Honey your fucking mom!” I knock him down too.

These people are all hopeless. I give them a cold look.

I know that once you are taking high, your mind is basically out of your control. In this case, all your behavioral awareness comes from your body’s instincts. Or rather than “instinct”, are some behaviors stimulated by drugs. Just like dreaming.

I’m rushing upstairs as fast as I can. I also carefully stay at the stairway entrance for a second, for fear of there would be someone there! At that moment, my heart has been completely nervous!

First of all, I have clearly realized that the people who can live in such places are definitely not ordinary people. If there is no strong background, who dares to hold such a huge psychedelic party at home?!

The second floor is an arched ceiling with a small hall with half corridors on each side. There are paintings on the walls, and I hear the music is coming from a door at the end of the side corridor. It’s a kind of slow rhythm music, mixed with the groaning voices of men and women made by electronic music synthesis.

In the days when I fell, didn’t know have heard hundreds of times of this kind of music. It is released to urge love! It’s the ordinary R&B music plus the groaning voices of men and women in sex movie. When it’s playing, accompanying by psychedelics. It can be said an indispensable thing of this kind of erotic party.

My face is cold, walking over with the long-handled metal torch, pushing the door hard. The door is locked. I step back two steps, lifting my leg and kicking hard!

Bang!

The door has been kicked open, half of the door lock falls off and hanging aside.

The room is smoky and the air smells strange. I know, it’s the volatile smell of hallucinogens mixed with wine. It’s a little sour and sweet feeling. If such an odor smells too much, people will feel dizzy. Although it will not make people comatose or increase sexual desire, but it will make people’s brain slower to respond. Just like the state of being extremely sleepy without sleeping for days and nights!

The light in the room is the lightly red, and a lamp post is shooting down from the top of the head, rotating and twinkling. Within this light, I’ve seen the scene of the room.

In the middle is a very big round bed in classical Italian style. There is a mirror on the ceiling of the roof. There are a man and a woman naked on the bed. They are carrying on the most primitive and instinctive human movement, roaring and entangling. When I broken in, they still ignore me completely. Both of them seem to have lost consciousness, totally ignoring any movement around them. The man looks strong and tall. That woman looks tall and slim, short-haired, kneeling on him. The man is holding her in his arms, both agitating desperately, while the man burying his head in the woman’s chest, and there are wild animal roars from his mouth from time to time.

Because the two of them have a half-sided view of me, I can see the woman clearly. To my relief, she’s not Dorra.

This woman’s face, which should have been very young and pure, has been completely distorting now. With a look like madness on the face, she’s biting her lips as if is bleeding! And her eyes are clearly inanimate and unconscious. Her delicate skin is covered with red and green marks, as if has been scratched out. She is straddling on the man’s body. A pair of long legs tightly entangled in the man’s waist, biting her lips, meaningless moaning and screaming. Do not know whether she is excited or pain.

In the corner of the room, there is a DV on a tripod. The lens is pointing at the bed. Look at the flickering lights on the camera. Obviously, they’re recording the video!

My eyes keep looking for, and finally I find Dorra in the corner!

She is sitting on her knees in the corner, hands on her back. Her wrists are handcuffed. A piece of tape is on her mouth, and her hairs are scattered. Her clothes are torn, but I can see from her trousers that she should not have been raped.

She is wearing the jeans and only one shoe is left on her feet. She leans over the wall and looks a little confused.

I rush to the bed, that couple does not respond at all, still desperately making love. I pull the man’s neck from behind, drag him down from the bed and kick him on the face!

The man is shouting loudly, and instead of suffering, the voice is still very exciting!

I kick him in the nose and probably have broken the bridge of his nose. I know the strength of my kick, and half of his face is full of the blood. The body is hanging on the bedside naked.

To my surprise, the girl is suddenly jumping towards me as if she’s mad. She’s opening her arms and using ten fingers to grab my face. I wave my arm to defend and throw her aside then.

Her face is crazy, eyes are empty, but the muscles are twisting. She’s gasping and screaming vaguely: “Give me! Give it to me! Give it to me!”

I run quickly to Dorra’s side and want to pull her up. But I find that the handcuffs are baked on a ring, which is embedded in the wall!

Fuck! Asshole!

I’m so angry that I loosen Dorra, turn around and run to that man, grab him by the neck, pick him up, and smash him in the stomach with a punch.

The man got a punch from me, and the whole man is bending down like a shrimp. Then he raises his head and make a ‘Hoh…Hoh…’ sound from his mouth. There is a strange light in his eyes. Then he’s suddenly frowning and puking.

The things he’s vomiting out of his mouth, with a strong alcohol smell and a foul smell, I pull him aside and shake his neck forcefully: “Where’s the key? Where’s the key?!”

The man finally regains some consciousness. He seems do not take too many stimulants, but apparently drank a lot of alcohol. He looks at me with blood on his face and shouting: “Who are you? Let go of me! I’ll kill you!!!”

I’m anxious because I can’t confirm how many awake people in the house. When I see that there is a small bathroom in the room, I drag him over like a dog, then put his head in the toilet and press the flush button.

The cold water makes him screaming, and the water is choking into his mouth and nose. His hands are immediately reflexing to the edge of the toilet and struggling violently. I pick him up again: “The key! Where’s the key of the handcuffs?!”

He is a little sober, but after all, he took drugs and alcohol, and his mental reaction is much slower than that of ordinary people. He’s looking at me dully for a moment and can’t speak clearly: “Who are you? You dare to hit me? I’m going to kill you!”

“FXXX!” I’m so angry that I slap him on the face. He’s falling down, hits his head on the wall and breaks a mirror.

The pain stimulates his nerves again. He gives a ghostly cry: “Anybody come?! Anyone there?!”

He is half crouching on the ground, trembling, bloods streaming down from his head. His face, stomach, and shoulders are red, and some mirror fragments are stained on his body. What makes me sick most is that his penis is dropping there urgly.

“The key! Where’s the key of the handcuffs?!” I pick up a piece of glass and put the sharp end on his neck, “Where’s the key?!”

At last there is a little fear in his eyes and a little tremor in his arms: “Clothes! Clothes… Inside…”

I leave him, go back to the room, search everywhere, and finally find a suit of clothes under the bed. I search for it, and sure enough, there is a small key in the pocket. I run over to release Dorra.

The girl has completely collapsed, maybe frightened, maybe medicated. In short, she is soft and can not say a word. Her eyes are half opening and half closing, and only when she sees my face clearly, she’s finally showing some vitality. She’s hanging on me, but her feet are as soft as cotton and can’t walk a step.

I simply put her on my shoulder, then pass the door of the bathroom and see the man on the ground.

This time, by the light in the bathroom, I see what he looks like. He’s about twenty years old, very young, probably similar to me, originally a good-looking face, nose was knocked down by me, the bridge of the nose is a little crooked, half of the face is covered with blood, the other half has a few bloodstains, as if scratched out by girl’s nails.

His eyes are a little loose, but he’s staring at me deadly, and he’s speaking a little tongue but viciously: “Kill you… I’ll kill… Kill you!”

Damn it!

I can’t hold my anger back. I go to the door of the bathroom, looking at his open thighs, raising my feet, and stepping against the mass thing under his crotch with my shoe.

The fellow is giving a screaming at once. But because of the drug, in this state, people’s sensory response is dull, so he does not normally suffer the kind of pain of such a blow. The cry is mostly fear than the pain.

I step on it, twist my foot a few times, lift it up and step on it again. I step four or five feet, and the guy is turnning his eyes and fainting.

I’m carrying Dorra, see the camera in the corner of the room, grabbing it, and striding out of the room.

As I expected, the people downstairs are still wiggling wildly.

But compare with the time I just went upstairs, almost half of these twenty people are naked now, and two of them are already lying on the ground and having sex.

I carry Dorra through the hall, go behind, push the door back to the parking lot, where three people are still lying on the ground. The girl is still asleeping and two men are moaning.

I walk over to give each of them another kick, kicking them all on the genitals. Then I pull the door of a car and stuff Dorra in. I fumble in the car for a while and finally find a car key behind the front mirror.

I drive the car to the gate and the gate is opening automatically. I breathe a sigh of relief, and then quickly drive out of the villa area and chang the car in the outside parking lot.

Throughout the process, my heart is on tenterhooks. I know it very well that tonight’s matter will not be a little trouble! I’m just heading downtown as fast as I can.