Just Call Me Sin

Hello, my name is Jade, and I’m about to tell you one of the most daunting, the most exciting things that have happened to me. But first, a few things about myself: I am asian/native american, 5’2”, 115lbs, long, straight dark hair with black dyed tips, dark brown eyes outlined with dark eyeliner, and I’m goth. I love being controlled, and I love controlling. On with the tale: One night last week, I attended a local band show. The usual freaks were there; me, people I’d seen before, and my closest friends, Dave and Rose. After the show got in progress, I noticed a guy I’d never seen at any of the shows. He stood off out of the large crowd with a couple of familiar faces. I’d noticed him because I’d felt his eyes on me. I found his appearance appealing, with his black shirt and pants, long dark hair hiding his right eye, and lip ring. I embraced his eyes with mine as I stared intently back, until Rose pushed me and wanted to mosh. I forgot all about the mysterious stranger as I dodged blows and punks falling over on each other. After the long night, I kissed Rose and Dave goodnight, and they walked to their car. I stayed after to talk to the group who’d put on the show, and they asked me for my number so we could catch up later on. I pulled on my coat over my short dark green skirt, fishnet tights with my black boots, and revealingly low black top, and headed towards my ride. As I passed a storage building (the show was at an abandoned church), the hairs on my neck stood up and I received chillingly equal bumps on my arms. I stopped and stood still, waiting to see what caught my attention, when I saw a shadow from behind me. I turned to see who it was, but before I could someone else jumped from somewhere in the dark and grabbed me. With a hand over my mouth, and strong arms holding mine to my side, the two drug me behind the building. Usually, I don’t like to take shit from people, so I fought back, kicking hard and biting at the hand at my lips. They solely tightened their grasp and forced me hard to the wall. The back of my head came it contact with the stone, and I grew dizzy a moment. The guys restraining me against the building blurred and distorted before coming back into focus. Though the light was dim from the street poles, there was a full bright moon out, and I could make out that one of the strangers was the one with whom I’d locked eyes with earlier in the night, the second one was a face I’d known from a previous concert. He had black hair with red streaks, and his hair just touched the bottom of his ears. I made no sound as he withdrew his hand from my mouth, and the one with the lip ring grinned at me. He introduced himself as Satan (which obviously was a nick name) and his friend with the red streaks was Matt. Matt leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You are extremely beautiful, and we would like to take you home with us.” I shrugged his head away from mine and said, “Thanks, but I’m not interested.” Satan lifted my face up to look into his and replied, “Oh, but it’s not optional, you see, you will come with us, whether you oblige to or not.” I merely narrowed my eyes and jerked my face away. They laughed amusingly and proceeded to take me to their car. I drew a breath to scream, but Matt evidently expected a little disagreement, for the fact that he stuck me with a sharp object, in all probability a knife. I shut my mouth and stopped struggling, while they opened the door and threw me in the back, with Matt following me. Satan walked around to the driver’s side, and got in. Matt, had me face away from him while Satan threw him some cuffs, which Matt persistently stuck on my wrists. Satan started the engine, and pulled out of the parking lot, and Matt spun me around until I could feel his breath on the skin of my breasts, which were barely covered, because he took off my jacket. “And where the hell do you think you’re taking me, bastards?” Satan tapped the brakes and I flew forward a little, falling onto the floorboard.