Free Violet Addiction by Kirsty Dallas

had alarm bells screaming in my head. As usual, my need to get stoned outweighed any sensibility I might have possessed.
    Once we reached my room, I began to pace nervously. With the door closed and the two men making themselves comfortable in the living area, the room felt too small. I felt trapped. As soon as Flip opened his small backpack to show off an array of powders, pills, and crystals, my nervous tension disappeared. My old friend stared inoffensively at me from within the confines of a clear, plastic bag.
    “How much?” I immediately asked.
    “Nothing, beautiful, this is my New Year’s gift to you. We just ask you allow us to stay and party.” Ben’s warm smile was easy and could almost pass for harmless, if his gaze hadn’t dropped to my breasts. I was more than happy to party with others, though with two strange men I was a little more hesitant.
    “She doesn’t even know us, Ben. You’re probably freaking her out.” Flip’s gorgeous green eyes moved back to mine; no breast gawking for Flip. “If you would prefer to party alone, just point out what you want. It’s on B.” Ben cast Flip a surprised look, and Flip laughed. “What? You told the lady it was on you. You gonna go back on your word now?”
    Ben rolled his eyes. “Asshole,” he chuckled. “Whatever you need, sweetheart, my treat.” Ben waved his hand at the backpack.
    Their good humor and teasing helped me relax a little. A little company on New Year’s would be nice. Cain probably wouldn’t be back until late the next day, and I didn’t really want to be alone right now. Lines were cut and I inhaled my first, the drugs sinking into my body like a warm and comfortable blanket. More whiskey, more powder, and my distant, uncaring void was found. My eyes fluttered shut as I enjoyed the feeling of power and beauty that absorbed me. Music was playing loudly, and the TV was on in the background. Flip and Ben were laughing and teasing. I stood and began to sway, the music wrapping around my body. I felt so light and free, like nothing could touch me, nothing could hurt me. I was in my happy place, far away from my reality. Another line, another shot of whiskey. When my eyes flickered open, I wondered when I had drifted off to sleep, and for how long. I was no longer in the living area but sprawled out on my bed, my dress discarded as hands caressed my body, too many hands. I didn’t want those hands on me, yet I couldn’t find my voice to object. My body betrayed the unease I felt as I automatically arched into the touch. My eyes slipped shut again, and when they opened I was completely naked, bare and cold, as hard hands turned me to my hands and knees. While a hard male intrusion speared me from behind, a hand on my cheek brought my attention to the body in front of me. “Open, beautiful.” Ben stood there, naked and aroused. It caused me to wonder who was enjoying my body from behind, but when my lips parted to ask the question, his smooth, hard member slipped into my mouth. “Good girl.” The touches, thrusts, and moans passed by in a blur of incoherent confusion. Suddenly, the body at my backside was gone, and Ben had disappeared from in front of me, but before I could feel any relief, Flip appeared before me, his manhood jutting into my face. I barely noticed the sliver of light that pierced the darkness of the room. All movement had stopped and I turned my head to take in Cain’s form in the doorway. The look on his face slammed hard into my chest, yet my mind did not comprehend the emotion. He stared at me for the longest time, and while I wanted to call out and ask him for help, my tongue felt thick, my throat dry, words completely eluded me. The shock in his eyes was palpable, and his mouth hung open, his own words also lost in that moment. With a curled lip and look of clear disgust, he slammed the door shut and I was once again alone with the two men. With an unprepared and indelicate force, my body was invaded once more