Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
“Any chance that you’re going to let me go?” Trajan asked the women who were well on their way to being drunk out of their fucking minds only to get shushed as they threw Reese’s Pieces at him.
“Hey!”
Again, they shushed him before a loud cheer went up and he didn’t have to look to know what that meant.
“Drink!” someone yelled.
They were watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer and every time a vampire was staked, they did a shot. Whenever Buffy kissed a vampire, they gagged, and, of course, whenever there was a demon, they yelled for the damn thing to run.
“I have to use the bathroom,” Trajan bit out, only to have a pillow thrown at his face.
Every time he asked to use the bathroom, they threw pillows, bottles, magazines, old pizza crust, and at one point, the “Monster” went whipping by his head and hit the wall behind him.
If they didn’t let him use the bathroom soon, there would be a red wet spot on the sheet, which would most likely end with them shoving a stake through his chest.
He really fucking hated when that happened.
He’d been chained to the wall for over fifteen hours now, naked, and forced to spend time with these crazed demons.
It was really starting to affect his sanity.
If they were trying to torture him, then they were doing a really fucking great job.
If he had to watch one more episode of Buffy, he was going to beg them to ram a stake through his heart.
He pushed himself into a sitting position, hoping to find something that he could use to free himself only to end up shaking his head as he watched Buffy, who was wearing a mini skirt and high heels, take on four vampires, staking one right after the other.
The women started cheering Buffy on only to hiss when a vampire got in a hit.
“This is by far the dumbest fucking thing that I’ve ever seen,” Trajan said, shaking his head in wonder only to have every head in the room turn to glare at him.
“Oh, come on! It doesn’t even look real,” Trajan pointed out only to get hissed at.
“Who in their right fucking mind would wait their turn for a slayer to kill them?” he asked, shaking his head in disgust, which was met with glares as they threw popcorn, candy, and the “Monster” at him before ignoring him once again and returning their attention to Buffy.
A minute later, they were throwing food at the screen and hissing as Buffy leaned up and kissed a vampire.
“Come on, Buffy, you can do better than that!”
“Don’t sell out, bitch!”
“I hope he bites her,” Trajan muttered only to have every head snap in his direction as every woman in the room pressed their hands against their chests.
“No.”
“He.”
“Did.”
“Not.”
Their eyes flashed silver and-
Oh, shit...
The women slowly stood up and surrounded the bed, all while glaring down at him.
“Bathroom?” Trajan said, really fucking hoping that they’d let him use the bathroom before they beat the shit out of him.
“I say we shave all his body hair off, paint his nails, put make-up on him, throw his ass in a nightie, and make him our bitch,” Tanja said, nodding to herself as though it was already a done deal.
“That sounds like fun,” one of the women said as the others smiled.
“Don’t even think about it,” Trajan bit out.
“Or what?” the woman to his right asked with a pointed look at his chains.
That was a good question.
Once he was free, he wasn’t going to waste any time with revenge, which meant that he was going to have to try a different route.
“It would piss Kaya off,” Trajan drawled, watching as they shared nervous glances.
Judging by their reaction, Kaya wasn’t someone to fuck with.
While they debated the pros and cons of pissing Kaya off, he ran his eyes over them, noting the different shades and sizes of their horns, some were barely an inch, others barely a nub, and a few didn’t have them at all.
From the looks of it, there were actually three or four different species of demons living in this house.
That was interesting.
“Bathroom?” Trajan snapped, close to losing his fucking mind.
“Fine,” Zoey said, sighing heavily as she made her way over to the door to his left and opened it before gesturing to the toilet. “Hope your aim’s good,” she said with a smug smile.
“Uncuff me so that I can use the fucking bathroom,” Trajan said as he pulled at his chains.
“Now, why would we do that?” Tanja asked, sounding bored as she dropped down on the couch with a sigh.
“Because I have to take a piss! I’ve been here for over fifteen hours and you haven’t let me use the bathroom, wash up, or given me something to drink!” Trajan snapped.
“That is so not true! We gave you beer, you ungrateful bastard!” Tanja said with a gasp of outrage as she gestured wildly towards the beer stain covering his crotch.
“We’re in a fucking basement. The only exits from the room are that door and a small window, which we can all agree that I’m too big to fit through. So, either block the fucking door and let me out of the chains so that I can use the bathroom or get me a fucking bucket!”
“Sorry. No can do. You’ll have to wait until Kaya comes back,” Zoey said, shrugging it off as she dropped back down on the couch only to have the rest of the women follow her lead. Within seconds, they were back to screaming at the television and yelling, “Shot!” while he sat there, seething.
“I have to use the fucking bathroom!” Trajan snapped, which was followed by raising the volume as the “Monster” was once again whipped at his head only to miss, bounce off the wall and land by his foot.
With a muttered curse, he kicked it off the bed, sending it flying across the room and slamming into the flatscreen, where it stabbed Buffy in the face, effectively destroying the television and hopefully putting an end to this nightmare.
Every woman in the room suddenly went still before they slowly turned around and-
“He killed Buffy!”
“Now, as I was saying, ladies, I have to use the bathroom and…”
That’s when they turned on him.