Such a Beautiful Lie to Believe In

“Are you alright?” Brian asked, suddenly, probably noticing how uncomfortable I looked.

I can’t just tell him that his friend scares the crap out of me and that I don’t want to be left alone with him, right? I forced my best smile, which wasn’t even that convincing, and said, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just so excited to see the rest of this house.”

He didn’t have to say anything else, because Matt appeared next to him as soon as I said that. “That’s good to know,” he smirked, “why don’t we get started then?”

Reluctantly, I followed him down the dark hallway that he was standing near, being sure to keep my distance. “So, you know that Brian has an insane crush on you, right?” he said randomly as he showed me each of their bedrooms.

“Um, yeah I kinda got that. For what it’s worth, I think I like him too.”

“Well damn you just met the guy last night and already you like him and you’ve had sex. You’re not a whore are you?” he smirked.

I felt my jaw drop open a little bit. “Who do you think you are saying that about me?! First of all, I was drunk last night so that added to the situation. Just like everyone else in the world, I do stupid shit when I’m drunk,” I yelled. I just couldn’t believe he said that to me…I was so pissed off at this point.

Then he did something I never would have expected – he lunged forward and pinned me up against the wall. “You don’t ever talk to me like that again, do you understand?!” he seethed, putting too much pressure on my neck for my liking. What is his problem? He’s the one calling me a whore and yet he’s blaming me.

“Get the hell off of me,” I said, glaring at him.

“You don’t tell me what to do,” he replied, smirking as his hand slowly slid down from my shoulder to under my shirt.

I knew what he was trying to do, and I wasn’t going to let him. I tried to struggle against his grip, but that only made it easier for him to get to where he was going. The feeling of him on me made my skin crawl, and I couldn’t take this for much longer. I knew what I could do. “RA–!” I tried to scream out, but he immediately leaned forward, sealing my lips with his.

Ok, now this is just going too far. The minute he tried to stick his disgusting tongue inside, I bit down as hard as I could, tasting the anticipated flow of blood afterwards. He pulled himself off of me and stared at me in disbelief. I, in the meantime, slid down the wall taking deep breaths.

“Did you seriously just do that?” he asked quietly, glaring down at me.

I regained my stance and returned the same look to him, laughing sarcastically. “Are you kidding me? You know that I like Brian and that I like him too…so, why would you even think about touching me like that?”

He grinned, “Oh Joie, you just don’t know when to stop, do you?”

I tried my best to keep my eye contact with him, but I was kind of distracted when he was pulling his arm back with his hand in the shape of a fist. His fist went flying toward me and I barely even got out of the way before his fist made contact with the wall. Ok, this was just getting to be too much for me. I knew this guy was weird, but I didn’t expect this shit!

“You know what, I don’t need this. I’m leaving. Tell Brian I’ll call him later,” I said standing back up and walking in the opposite direction.

Matt put his hand on my shoulder and managed to stop me walking any further. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I forgot that you are one of the good guys.” What the hell, does he think we’re playing some sort of game here? He’s worse than I thought he could be.

“Just let me finish the rest of the tour so that we can have another good time tonight,” he said firmly, basically telling me that I have no other choice. I didn’t want to lose Brian over one of his jackass friends, so I decided to follow him.

Most of the remainder of the tour was normal, except for the final room on the third floor. “And here’s our last stop,” he said, pointing to the closed door.

“Well, aren’t we going to go inside?”

“No, this room is private. Only I am allowed in here…none of the guys have ever been in here either.”

Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that the big muscular psycho guy has his own private room. I bet that’s where he keeps all his victim’s bodies. I had to mentally laugh at that. But really…I wonder what was so special that even his own friends, the people who actually live here, can’t see it. I wanted to stay there a little longer and ponder what could be in there, but he forced me back down to the first floor where the others were. I have to know what’s in that damn room.

*Brian’s POV*

I’ve got to give Joie some props…she sure knows how to pick out the scariest guy in the group. The minute that the Rev told her that she’d be going on a solo tour with Matt, her entire face turned pale white. I expect that at some point, Matt might lose a little control. Well, I guess even that doesn’t really matter, considering Joie can’t leave this place since she signed the contract. That was brilliant on Matt and Zacky’s part, I’ll give them that.

But at the same time, I still couldn’t help but feel sorry for her being stuck in this situation. Now, you have to understand something, I never have felt sorry for any other girl we’ve used before. Actually, I take that back…a long time ago, I did have a steady girlfriend, we all did. At some point, they found out what we do as our real job and got scared. So they made an “escape plan” to get away from us. That hurt the most, considering we all loved our girlfriends, and they loved us, but they didn’t give us any chance to explain. Inevitably, we had to take care of them before they got away. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do – kill the girl I loved the most.

That was five years ago. I haven’t loved any girl since then. And I thought that’s how it would stay…until last night. Joie has her whole life ahead of her…she shouldn’t have to be stuck here with us. But, I know that all Matt cares about is promises and contracts, so he’s not going to let her go. And honestly I can’t complain about it. I’m sure I speak for all the guys when I say that having her here to be our little slave will be the best thing ever, and I can’t wait for that time.

At the same time, I can’t help but feel a small, tiny, hopefully insignificant pang of guilt.

*Matt’s POV*

Spending all this alone time with Joie is driving me crazy. I just want to fuck her right here and now and do whatever I want with her. I began to say some suggestive things to her, just to see her reaction. She’s way too predictable; I knew exactly what she would’ve done, and I think on top of that, I did a pretty damn good job instilling a little fear inside her.

When we reached the final room of the tour, I made sure to stress the fact that it was off-limits. She strikes me as someone who is too curious for her own good, so I’m betting at some point she’ll try and sneak in there.

Actually, I’m counting on it because then I can unleash a little more violence. Oh this is just going to be too much fun. In three days, everything will fall into place and then everything will be perfect at last.

*Normal POV*

After the tour from hell was over, I found myself practically running into Brian’s arms as soon as I saw him again. That’s how much I hated being with Matt. You can’t really blame me though. And to make matters worse, Matt kept giving me these warning glares from across the room, basically telling me to keep my mouth shut about what he was trying to do earlier. Yeah, I would guess that he wouldn’t want his friend to find out about that. I forced myself to forget about what had happened and tried my best to enjoy the night.

Around midnight, I decided it would be best to head back home and check in with Brittney and Kathy since I haven’t really been home in over 24 hours. “Well guys, as fun as tonight has been, I really should probably get back home. I’ve got a busy day at work tomorrow…” I said as I stood up and headed toward the door. I noticed that Zacky and Matt exchanged glances and that kind of made me a little worried. What were they plotting? Brian got up with me and blocked the exit.

“You can’t leave, just yet,” Brian said, looking kind of nervous.

“What do you mean? Look, I love spending time with you guys but I really need to get back home.”

“He means that you signed a contract saying that you would agree to live here with us,” Matt said approaching me from behind. I couldn’t help but laugh at that. Who makes people sign contracts to live with them?

“Oh really? I don’t seem to have any recollection signing this supposed contract,” I said, turning to face him.

“Oh that might just be because you were drunk off your ass when you did it,” he smirked.

For the second time that night, my jaw dropped. “How dare you take advantage of me like that! That contract is just voided then because that’s unfair.”

“You can’t just void a contract. It’s official and that means that you have to live here now.”

He…he can’t be serious. I turned to face Brian with pleading eyes, begging him to tell me that this was all a joke. He just avoided eye contact. This can’t be happening to me.