EroticReverie

Jinx 

I can’t believe I let them guilt me into signing up for this. Even at the lowest tier, I had no interest in anything this place had to offer. 

I’m mad at them. My friends. But mostly at Regan. It’s not her fault though. I’m an adult. I could have easily said no. Said absolutely not and for them to take me back home. Or give me the keys to her car so I could go stay in a hotel while they lived out their weird fantasies at this place. It’s not Regan’s fault I’m weak and can’t stand up for myself. but a small part of me believes if I did, then I’d be casted out of the friend group. Maybe not all at once. But slowly. They’d stop calling, bit by bit. Stop inviting me along , not just on their crazy ventures , but their normal ones too. 

As we walk back into the main foyer I stop. My breath squeaking in my throat as I give pause. 

“Oh. Delicious.” Regan says under her breath and the others laughs softly and hum slightly as if they agree. 

Janet bumps into me from behind and then lets out a surprised sound. 

She gives a small laugh. “Oh they won’t bite. Not on your tier anyways.” She says and I swallow hard. She gently ushers me forward and I feel my back stiffen and try to push back against her hands to keep from moving.

She laughs softly and then pushes me a bit more firmly and I let out a petrified whimper. 

It didn’t matter that the nearly two dozen people standing in the foyer, were technically just employees. I’d just signed up to be chased by them. All of them. It didn’t matter if I’d chosen the green tier, the thought of even just being chased by masked people dressed in all black, had me quite literally almost wanting to pee my pants. 

They all wear the same black devils mask. However there are tints of different colors along the features of the mask. I assume the glowing eyes were from their masks. I can see the almost mirror like quality of the deep set eye sockets. I yelp. Jumping as all of their eyes flick to life. Lighting up in four different colors. It’s not even dark. So my scared little squeal has several of them turning their masked faces to me and a few heads cocking I can imagine them smirking beneath the masks and hope lm not making myself a target by being unable to conceal how scared I am. 

Scarlett reaches over and holds my hand and rubs my arm. 

“Relax.” She whispers and I swallow audibly and nod. 

“Ladies.” Janet speaks as she walks around us and into the center of the foyer and gestures to the half circle formed on the other side of it by the people dressed in black. 

“These are your devils.” Janet says with a smile. 

While they all wear black. They wear different variations of clothes. Some wearing tactical vests. Some wearing short sleeves. Others wearing long. But they all wear the same black pants. With several pockets. All wearing the same heavy black boots. 

I immediately tell they’re somewhat arranged by height and the curves and figures of two of them, let me know it’s not just men chasing us. But there are two women. While they’re all tall, I can tell that their tiers are arranged by height, minus the two women. 

The green tier , appears to be about six feet tall. Other than the female who isn’t much shorter, probably about an inch or two shorter than her other green eyed friends. 

The yellow devils are a few inches taller. Maybe 6’2”? With another female, equal in height to the green female devil. 

Then there’s the orange tier. Only a smidge taller. Maybe 6’3”. 

Then the red tier. Has at least two inches on the orange tier. At 6’5” approximately.

As Janet says their names. They turn briefly, showing their backs. Their names written along the shoulder blades in corresponding colors to their eyes. As if it’s a damn jersey. And we’re at a sports game. But I suppose, it IS a game. One I’m not at all ready to play. 

Green tier, is Rune, the female. Then four males. Carver,Ash,Khaos and Bash. 

Yellow tier. Diesel , Shadow, Riot, Mayhem. And the female , Blaze. 

And by the end of yellow tier I can tell that these are not their actual names. But names they choose to go by. 

The rest of the tiers are all clearly men. 

Orange tier, Bones, Wrath, Jack, Vice, and Gage. 

The last tier is red. And there are only four. Thorn. Bates. Blade. And Necro. And I hope to god the name is meant to mean necromancy and not necrophilia. But, with my luck. It’s the latter. 

As Necro turns back to face us, Heavy boots hit the tile from somewhere in the dark hall behind the line up of devils. 

The middle of the line parts. 

The figure becomes more visible and I forget how to breathe as my lungs seize. I’m am so, going to pee my pants. How embarrassing. Would I be the first person who came here to wet themselves before the “game” even truly started?

I cross my legs as casually as I can. But it doesn’t go unnoticed. While I can’t see their eyes. I see a few head drift just slightly towards me and hear a few amused low laughs and a soft female giggle from behind the masks. 

“She’s going to piss her little panties for us.” A female voice states and my cheeks turn hot. 

“Shes just a little sc-“ Scarlett starts to defend me as the tall ass devil finally enters the line up. He had to be at least six eight. 

“Shut your mouth you red headed whore.” A red tier voice bellows, cutting off Scarlett. My eyes go wide. My jaw dropping. Regan giggles. 

“You think it’s funny Black tier?” A yellow voice asks Regan. 

“No. I think it’s hot.” Regan purrs and I squeeze my legs tighter and whimper as I keep looking at the tall one. I can’t look away. He’s giant. A literal fucking giant. He wears a tactical vest like some of the others. His shirt is a short sleeve. Showing off thick arms. Covered in black ink tattoos. His arms grow even larger as he steps his feet out slightly. Then crosses his massive arms right across his broad chest. 

“And this…is Butcher.” Janet says gesturing to the tall man. Fucking Butcher? That might be worse than Necro. I imagine him with a meat cleaver , hacking innocent people to death. No. That can’t happen. But my mind doesn’t care. It’s telling me that it most definitely can. 

“His eyes aren’t glowing. What color is he?” Willow asks. 

But I can tell what color he is. Black. There’s no hue of color on his all black mask. The features are all dark. And his eyes aren’t glowing for a reason. 

“He represents the black tier” I say. My eyes widening. Surprising myself that I’m even able to speak. All head turns to me and I squeeze my legs tighter and clutch Scarlett’s arm. 

“The little piss dancer is smart.” An orange tier voice speaks. 

“What’s your name little girl?” Another voice asks and I turn my head to the sound. One of the yellows. 

“J-Jinx” I say meekly. 

“J-Jinx?” He mocks my scared pathetic stammer and my tiny voice. 

“Jinx.” I say again without the stutter of fear. 

“I’m Regan.” Regan says. But nobody looks to her. 

One of the green tiers walks over slowly. Taking slow steps. It’s the female and she slowly pulls off her black glove. Stopping in front of Regan and I look to the side. Watching as Regan smiles. 

I yelp when her bare hand slaps Regan across the face. At least my other friends gasp right with me as Regan’s head flies to the side. 

“Black tier bitch, I thought we told you all to shut your fucking mouths.” The female yells at Regan and then snatches a hand full of her hair. Regan makes sounds of pain. A little hiss but she's smiling too as the female drags her by her hair. Regan’s feet following obediently and I squeeze Scarlett’s arm. 

“I w-want to go home” I whisper and then several of the devils move forward. One yanks Scarlett from my grasp as I jump back with a squeak. Fuck this. 

I turn and I run. Right for the fucking door.