Just in me.

Kacie's blue eyes roam up and down the towering figures before her. With short, buzzed haircuts, and roided-up bodies, their appearance is almost cliche. They glower at her as they wait for her to answer the prompt. This is so stupid. I feel like a jackass saying this.

"Just in me." She mutters, turning her head away.

The burly men step aside. The gap they leave her is so small that she has to turn to the side, pushing her butt against the man behind her. For a brief moment, she feels his manhood brush against her. She pushes through and stumbles as she breaks free. The men snicker. They're trying to make me react. Hold it together. It doesn't matter that they're sizing your ass up like it's a juicy steak. Just get through this. She thinks.

They lead her down to the street and usher her into the back of an unmarked black van, where she sits and gazes out the tinted windows until her eyes glaze over.

Kacie suddenly sits up straight, snapping out of her reverie, as the van pulls into an underground parking structure. You're not sure how long they drove around before arriving. It's hard to keep track of time when you're a ghost, but you're pretty sure that the path to the garage wasn't a straight one. It almost seemed like they intentionally drove around in circles so that Kacie wouldn't be able to tell where she was—not that it would have mattered. This is the first time since she got in the van that you've seen her show any signs of life.

Nothing bad ever happened in a poorly lit parking garage, right? The van pulls up in front of a pair of polished steel elevator doors and one of the men gets out and opens the backdoor for Kacie. She hurriedly takes stock of her surroundings. P2 is painted in bright white over the red concrete walls, declaring what floor they are on. The space is only big enough for a pair of the group's black sex predator vans, but there is a ramp leading up to a second level. How easy will it be to escape if this goes badly? She wonders as she's led onto the elevator by her muscle-bound escort.

When the doors open again, a tall black man dressed in a green army jacket, with the name O'Ryan printed on it, and a military-style flat cap greets them. "I'll take it from here, Brendon." Behind black-framed glasses, the man's cold eyes drift towards the short-haired girl. "And you must be Kacie." He sneers. "Frankly, I don't see what all the fuss is about. No self-respecting woman would call these tits!" O'Ryan manhandles her, snatching up one of her bite-size breasts in his strong fingers. "At least you have the sense to dress like a woman."

Kacie winces and swallows a moan. "Please, don't!"

"What a surprise! You have some fight in you." He heckles her. "Most of the bimbos that come through here are dumb, horny, submissive, or some combination of all three. There's still plenty of time for you to regress, but until then..." The tall man reaches inside his jacket pocket, produces a black choker, and tosses it to Kacie. "Put this on. It will let us know where you are at all times. You will not be allowed to walk about the site freely without it."

Good job, Kacie, you're already wearing a collar for them. She wraps the choker around her neck, clasps it shut at her throat, and turns it along her skin. She glances up shyly, sighs, and asks, "Can I see Ben? I was talking to him online and—"

"He had other business to attend to." He answers quickly. "I'm offended that you would try to get rid of me so soon. We're just starting to get to know each other. There's not something about me that you find distasteful, is there?"

Several things. Kacie glances away. "No, it's just—"

"Well, then there's no problem, is there? Let's get this business over with so I can be free of the sight of you." O'Ryan strolls out across the polished concrete floor, giving Kacie her first proper look at the lair of the Kaabal.

Ostentatious is the word that comes to mind. The lobby is laid out like a museum. Wide glass display cases decorated with tropical foliage line a central corridor that leads to an enormous disc-shaped relief adorning the far wall. Its central figure is a coiled constrictor with sulfurous gems for eyes. The light glimmers off of them, pulsing in hypnotic meter, drawing Kacie's eyes back to them every time she tries to look away.

CLAP! O'Ryan smacks his hands together an inch in front of her face. "Pay attention!"

Kacie rubs her eyes to get rid of the afterimage of those sickly yellow gems. They call to her so powerfully that she strains her neck trying to look away. She can only glance to the left, towards the glass display. It's then, in her peripheral vision, that she notices the leaves moving inside. She angles closer, peering through the greenery. Beady eyes stare back from a scaled head, and a forked tongue flicks out at her.

"What the fuck!? There's a huge snake in there!" She jumps, bumping against O'Ryan's chest.

He chuckles and grabs her by the scruff of the neck. "In here too," he points her to the right. "Burmese pythons, just like the great Kaa. We call them Rudyard and Kipling."

Fuuuuck! I shouldn't be here! Kacie recoils.

"Not into long, girthy snakes, woman?" The man holds her there, forcing her face against the glass. He presses himself against her and dips down to whisper in her ear. "That would be a shame. We're always in need of those that can tend to our snakes."

Kacie tosses back and forth, twisting her neck, contorting her body to try to get away from O'Ryan's firm grasp. He bursts into a guffaw, her struggle a mere amusement, and then abruptly releases her. Her sudden freedom sends her floundering towards the end of the corridor, where the path splits in three directions. She doubles over, hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. Her tormentor follows her.

"You should have said something if you wanted to continue the tour!" The black man slaps her on the ass.

Kacie rears up and returns the slap with interest. "STOP IT!" She screams, heavily panting as she glares at him.

O'Ryan rubs the sting from his scruffy cheek and his lips curl up into a cruel smirk that would make the Grinch jealous. "I'm going to have so much fun wrecking you when that curse finally catches up with you. We'll put that mouth of yours to real good use."

"Just leave me alone, you sadistic creep! Can't I talk to someone else!?" Kacie demands.

"Someone ELSE!? You think anyone else is going to treat you any better?" O'Ryan chuckles. "You're in a den of snakes, strumpet, but if you think you can find someone better to show you around, be my guest!" He motions for her to walk down the left hallway. "No? Not interested? How about you go join the rest of the sluts in the dorms then?" He looks down the right hallway. "Oh, but they're all idiots. You won't learn a goddamned thing. How about we go with option three? You be a good girl, shut your smart mouth, and I'll show you our trophy room." He nods over his shoulder to a pair of large doors beneath the relief.