Dominated by Four; Dark Desires

"I think I have a curse," Lucas commented, catching my attention. He had a slightly bored and tormented grimace on his face, as if he had discovered something really bad.

"Now what are you going to come out with," I asked, putting my chin on my hand so I could hear what he was about to come up with, as the silence of the library surrounded us.

"Not one person is attracted to me and the guys I hook up with, they don't last more than a week. It's a calamity," he snorted hurt and I rolled my eyes with a smile, "It's not a joke, I don't know what I'm going to do if I don't find the love of my life."

"Go on living, you're not going to die from that."

"Says the one with four boyfriends," I widened my eyes and looked around, to make sure no one had heard anything my loudmouth friend said.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Lucas?"

"Sorry, but it's not fair. I don't even have one and you took four," he snorted loudly and from where the library manager was standing, we heard a sound, indicating that we should be quiet, "The library is the worst place to gossip."

"I don't come here to gossip, I have to study."

"Wasn't it to hide from your beloved Madow," she questioned with a smile full of mischief and I sighed, controlling my senses.

"What makes you think that?"

"Why there he goes walking in," he pleaded and I immediately looked towards the entrance, but there was no one there and accompanied by that my best friend started laughing like a mad goat in the middle of the room.

"You're the worst, Lucas."

"One more warning and you're dismissed," the woman objected from her workspace and I nodded respectfully, since I couldn't control it.

"You're going to get me removed and I'm not done; you should go check out the new gossip with the other students," I watched him out of the corner of my eye, as I continued with my study.

"No, they just keep talking about your menotes and I'm irritated by their obsession," he whispered in my ear, as he left my side.

"They are not my hombresotes, I just work for them."

"As a sex toy, obviously."

I shrieked angrily, which immediately caused the manager's gaze to fall on me again and she glared at me. Then when she pointed to the door, I snorted.

Lucas looked at me innocently, shrugging his shoulders and I wanted to beat him to death for causing me to be ejected from the library.

It was true that I was hiding in it for Madow, but I was also hiding in it for the other three, since they weren't allowed in places where only students could enter, but I could also use the space and the silence to concentrate on what I was doing. I loved studying and above all, not being disturbed while I was doing it.

I walked through the halls of the university, looking for my locker, since I had to leave my books ready for the evening class and in that gap I had between classes, I dedicated myself to work.

I knew about things that not everyone could keep and the people who did, so my life revolved around underworlds and crime.

I was nothing like that, I just studied graphic design and management at the same time in college, because I wanted to live from it, but as a lack of resource, knowing how to manage my business I accessed one career too many.

The university gave me both careers because of my average in the exams, but I had to support myself and the woman I lived with, so I turned to people who knew other people.

"You're not going to believe this, but look at this," Lucas spoke, before showing me his cell phone almost glued to his nose. There was an image there that I didn't identify that close, but when I took the cell phone from him to check, I saw that there were the four men he worked for surrounding a car.

Madow and Astrophel seemed to be chatting leaning against the side of the car, while Axel was sitting on the hood of the car checking his cell phone and the last one, Iah, remained sitting on his bike behind the car.

"What are they doing here," I asked with bated breath.

"We'll have to find out," he looked at me a little intimidated, "No one knows the four of them are coming for you, that's going to cause a stir on campus."

"I can't do this."

"Sure you can, they're your men."

"No, you don't understand."

"I don't understand," he looked at me confused, frowning.

"They're not here just to see me. I made a mistake and...," I gulped and backed away again.

"And what Amy, what did you do," he grabbed my shoulders, to stare at me.

"Apparently they found out already. I have to get out of here," I said simply and backed away quickly when we reached the exit, but then as if they had some sort of sense to detect me, the deep, dark eyes of the four men looked at me at once, burning my soul from within.

I turned and ran backwards, leaving my friend confused and with my heart a ticking time bomb, I slipped through the halls of the university in search of the soccer campus.

Through the back I could find a way out; I didn't want to deal with the four of them, having followed my intuition first before what they had wanted to show me.

If with one it was already like seeing hell, I couldn't imagine what the four of them would do to me and I had no one else to care, so they wouldn't even notice when I disappeared from the face of the earth with them.

I stopped in the green field to catch my breath, bending my knees and avoiding letting my legs give way, I had to continue on my way; the university residences were just behind and I could sneak between the buildings.

I reached the door through which all the people who entered the stadium to watch the games came out, but I didn't even have time to touch it, when Madow entered like the Devil appearing to condemn me body and soul.

His two-colored eyes; gray and dark, looked at me slanted as if inside him was a caged beast about to come out to devour me.

Sometimes I wondered how I had endured so long seeing his eyes, as to at least recognize their color, if they were so dark and deep; it felt as if they were forcing you to want to die.

I swallowed saliva slowly backing away, but my back hit something hard and hot, and by something, I meant someone.

They were so far beyond me in size, that in the curve of my spine I could feel the bulge of their pants and abs rubbing against my neck. Normally I always wore platform shoes, because I liked them and just that day I preferred to go with some tender ballet flats that made me shorter than I already was.

Every nerve in my body turned on a thousand degrees, I was sweating terror from my pores and I knew that they realized that I was not well, as if it was part of a gift that united them. They used the way they managed to intimidate me to their advantage, to the point that they were bringing me down ten notches in my dignity and will.

Axel appeared on my left side with a look that pierced my heart like an edge; he was the toughest of the four, his humor was too much to bear and he knew who to fear the most in situations like that. His long, jet-black hair was half pulled back in a ponytail.

While on the other side, crossed arms appeared Iah. His gaze wasn't as strong with Madow and Ax's, but I knew he was angry by his furrowed eyebrows.

What have I done in my past life to be punished in a hell ruled by four men?

Behind me I had the last remaining man, Astrophel.

My legs began to tremble in parallel as I saw Madow approaching me with intentions of cornering me and not letting me back out; none of them had that intention in their eyes and only saw danger.

"We have things to talk about, dear Amy," smiled the short jet-haired man ungraciously, forcing me to look at him with a hand on my chin and his voice lowered in pitch, knowing it would bring me to my knees on the floor, "And you're not going to like the results."

I swallowed saliva wrapped in a blanket of sweat and begged to die of a heart attack right then and there.

However, everything had a reason for being there, he why those awesome men had me cornered like a helpless little animal about to be devoured by their predators and that takes us back to a few weeks ago, the beginning of it all, where I had no idea they existed and that they would force me to turn my world upside down.

Things I had never experienced before would come together in four men.

At what point did I surrender my soul to fate?

"Amy!" someone shouted, after the door burst open and the sound of wood impacting the loud wall startled me.

"Good grief," I turned around, after throwing all my books on the floor, why my hands were more concerned about protecting me from the crazy person who came like a deranged person into the room, "Lucas Fowler, damn it, you scared me half to death!"I complained angrily to my friend, who came in surprise to the place where I was; I slipped into an empty room to organize my books, since I had just been able to buy them when the bank released the money that I had stupidly established to buy my supplies for the next semester.

I never imagined that in less than a week I was going to end up in economic disgrace because the second person I gave to survive had been vetoed from the only job she knew how to do and now she could not get a job, because she was already too old.

I had to spend the money for my supplies and books needed for my careers, to at least survive for a season with utilities paid. Where my grandfather had his apartment, at least it saved us from covering a service, since somehow they had managed to hang on to the light, however, the medicines he required and the food, took away the work payment of two months of vacation in which I suffered to get them.

My parents lived far away and I was not with them because of my studies. I had to move away from both of them, although it was not only because I had a dream to fulfill, but also because my father had fallen into alcoholism after my paternal grandmother died and my mother did not understand that it was no longer convenient for her to stay by his side; she was afraid of being alone, without a man to protect her, but she did not see that it was the opposite. He made sure to make her more and more miserable as time went by.

I tried to forget about what was going on between them to concentrate on my study, taking advantage of the fact that my grandfather still had his small dwelling in the city, in a neighborhood of death, it was clear, but I didn't care at all.

With my parents the habitat was worse, but at least I had the option of staying with my best friend Lucas and he lived in a room in the university residences; his rommie was very friendly and let me stay regardless of the fact that we were not very quiet.

"No time to complain, when we have a game to attend," he bent down to help me pick up the books I had thrown away because of him.

"Are you serious, all that for a match," I snorted and put things back where they belonged, "I don't like soccer and neither do you," I gave him a sidelong glance.

"Really Amy, you think this little boob goes for soccer," he asked quizzically, as if I had just said something crazy about him, "What did you do with Amy, soul that dominated my best friend's body," he questioned as he grabbed my cheeks and forced me to look into his brown eyes, wrapped in lids painted with cream colored shadow and mascara.

"I don't like to go and be bored, while watching sweaty men run all over the field."

"Sweaty men, Amy, lots of men!" she shook me repeatedly with excitement.

"If I say yes, will you buy me a pizza and a milkshake," I looked at him curiously.

"You're ungrateful, don't use your vulnerable little animal tricks to blackmail me," he pointed at me and I folded my arms, shrugging my body and looking at him in a naturally manipulative way to get him to give in. He snorted, "You're impossible, I don't know how you still don't make every man who crosses you lick the floor you walk on; you have a gift in that angelic face."

"I use it when it suits me."

"You use it only on me, you degenerate, why you know I don't refuse."

"Shall we go, the game starts in ten minutes and that's how long it'll take us to get to the stadium; maybe there's not even a seat to sit in anymore," I headed for the exit. Fortunately, I had a locker on my way to the back of the building where I took my classes.

"I have friends, Amy, they're holding my seat for me."

I rolled my eyes.

"Are you trying to make me hate you?"

"I know you never would, you love me," he hugged my shoulders and sighing, I played along.

My best friend had been the first person to speak to me after a long semester of study and loneliness; I was new to the city, so making friends and dealing with people I hadn't been used to talking to before, intimidated me in a shocking way. I closed in on myself and fell into the farthest corner of my head, there where no one could see me and I liked being with myself, I had no problem with it and loved wasting my time studying. However, Lucas appeared in my life like a rainbow in the sky when a strong storm was passing by.

He entered college at the same time I did, but he managed to hit it off with all the students faster than I would have and I was one of them. Maybe he thought it was a challenge to get my attention and that's why we ended up being best friends; the trust was mutual and the affection was mutual.

I could never wish I was anyone else.

"There's Evan, on the benches," he pointed to my other straight best friend, who was in his uniform, but without a helmet. He was standing next to some other guys, with his almost dark blue hair; he liked to paint his hair colorful and his personality was very similar to Lucas', they seemed more like best friends than me, but they didn't get along with each other for some reason.

"I hope they let him play this time," I said and followed him, after I went to get my food.

I looked at the people around me and most of them were wearing their college jerseys, supporting our university, as were students from the other fraternity and their respective players.

"I doubt it, this being such an important game," I rolled my eyes at my friend's less than encouraging comment.

However, apparently the coach thought the same thing, why didn't let him participate in any time, as if he was just the one piece of rescue in case someone got injured, which didn't matter too much.

The stadium rose up in excitement when the quarterback entered the field, after his team made good progress. I had seen that strategy in them before, putting in the best of their team a few minutes later to regulate or improve the scoreboard.

They began to shout his name throughout the stadium, making a thunderous echoing sound.

"Matt, Matt, Matt!" my screaming friend shouted along with the other students and the blond-haired man who was drawing attention to himself on the field, smiled and encouraged them even more to do buya. I rolled my eyes, covering my ears, "Biscuit!"

"I should have refused."

I didn't like places with too many people and even less so when they got loud; they took away the peace of the silence.

I freaked out when Lucas grabbed my shoulders and shook me mad about the match, as Matt's tackle gave them a huge lead and they were about to win. However, I was within an inch of throwing my best friend down the stairs, why he had surprised me again.

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"No, I'm not going to follow your inventions anymore," I pointed to Lucas from his bed, where he was resting from a crazy game.

Honestly, every time I propped him up, I realized that I hated soccer more and that I had absolutely no interest in watching sweaty men running after a ball like dogs.

"Amy, it's the party at the frat house."

"It's not even here, it's somewhere else," I crossed my arms under my head, closing my eyes.

"I don't want to go without you and Evan's going too."

"Good riddance."

I felt something fall on my face and surprised I sat up right away; I gave him a dirty look; "Stop mistreating me every time I refuse to do what you want."

"Come on and I'll never bother you again," he said and I looked at him squinting my eyes, not believing a word he said. It was clear that I had already been punished for the rest of my life with a friend who liked madness, while I liked peace, "In this month."

"That's enough for you," I got out of bed snorting.

"Yeah," he pranced in place and I rolled my eyes, "Let's go get you some clothes; running for home," he tugged my arm and we left his room to go in search of transportation to my grandfather's apartment.

An hour later I was standing in front of my closet pulling out and throwing away clothes that I surely wasn't going to fix, because they weren't his and I was stressing about that simple fact.

"Have some juice," came my grandfather with two glasses, which had a pink colored drink in them. I knew they were strawberries, why I loved them and no one but him would take the time to make something tasty for me.

"Thank you, Mr. Madden, you're an angel," Lucas thanked me with a smile and drank it as if he had been thirsty for several hours, "Agh, delicious, let's get on with it."

My grandfather looked at him strangely as he went back into the small closet to continue spreading clothes all over the place and I lifted my shoulders as he turned his curious eyes to mine.

"Thank you grandpa."

I gave him a kiss on the hundred and after his smile, fights with Lucas and lots of stressed sighs, we were standing in front of what looked to my eyes like an overly large event center. It must have held at least five thousand college students and chaperones.

"I'm very uncomfortable," I confessed, as we surrounded ourselves with people and at the same time I tried to arrange my dress, so that it wouldn't ride up too high, since it was enough the fact that it was mid-thigh, so that because it was attached to the body it would ride up with any movement. The only thing I liked about it was the chain that went around my lower back, showing that I didn't have a bra on, otherwise, it seemed uncomfortable to wear it.

If I were a person addicted to attention and who didn't mind having her nipples highlighted in the fabric or her butt almost half exposed and a completely bare back that left everything to the imagination, I might be in a better mood.

"Gotta start having fun and meeting men," my friend said and I sighed, after he started pulling me to the bar to drink, "Two of the strongest drink you have, handsome," I turned my face as I saw the bartender give him a short smile, realizing it hadn't been me who told him that.

"You sure?"

"We came to get a little crazy."

"No, we didn't. I want a simple beer," I interrupted and the man wasted no time detailing me down to my thighs where I could see him. I felt him take off my clothes and put them back on. I snorted without being noticed.

"You would have stayed home drowning your sorrows with that, but that's not what we came for," he snorted and practically stepped between me and the bartender so I couldn't order anything. I rolled my eyes, "A mix would be nice."

"Smoke bath?"

"Oops, yes, please."

I folded my arms in annoyance, but quickly realized that it highlighted my breasts and lifted my dress, so I immediately went back to the previous position.

"Hello gorgeous," I heard the voice of someone I knew and smiled.

"Hi Evan," I said and heard someone squeak behind me; I knew it was Lucas.

"Hi to you too," the blue haired one said, putting his arm around my shoulders. The brunet only deigned to roll his eyes and fell silent, "How nice that he hates me."

"Don't say that, he's going to like you someday," I replied and he broke away from me to look at me, which made me uncomfortable.

"Who are you?"

I snorted; "Lucas made me."

"He put you up to it?"

"No."

"Then he didn't make you," I bit my lips, why she was right. I had put it on myself, however, he was so insistent it was driving me crazy. I ended up giving in, "Are you going to pick up men today," he asked trying to tease. I knew perfectly well that to me such things came and went, I wasn't interested at all.

"No one deserves me."

"Then you're going to stay alone, forever," she tousled my hair and walked away with a smile.

Sometimes I hated them both.

I ended up drinking two glasses of what Lucas had ordered, because they looked so appetizing with the smoke coming out of the glass and that striking blue color.

I went up to the second floor and sat on one of the puffs there, probably orange, since I was not very aware of what was going on around me. Only that amount of alcohol was enough to get me ready for the night; I was terrible at drinking and anything went down like a bucket of water.

A few meters away from me, they were having a shots competition and there were two men, each at one end of the table. There was the blond guy that I recognized, he was the famous Matt, quarterback of the soccer team and in front of him there was another one that caught my attention; his hair was in gray tones, almost black and his eyes were also black. His hair wasn't long enough to cover his eyebrows, but the furtive look he was sending to the green-eyed guy froze me in place.

I'd never seen him around college before, if I had, I probably would have remembered him. Besides the fact that he was good at remembering faces, he had a look that could leave you in your place and that strange gleam in his eyes made me curious. Although I wasn't the only one who had noticed it, as there was an army of hungry animals behind.

I didn't lose my eyes on him for a second, as if my life was a camera and I had just set the slow motion; he had a white shirt that wrapped around his broad shoulders and torso, he looked even bigger and more imposing when he raised one of his arms to take each shot and I remained like a statue, as if that gesture had become part of a loop engraved in my head.

When he stood up to take the last shot, taking for granted that he had beaten the star of the night, I was amazed by the height of the man.

I shook my head not wanting to think how I would look if I stood next to him, straight.

Matt disappeared to the restrooms, I imagined to dump all the alcohol he had ingested in one go; it might give him an alcoholic coma if he let too much time pass.

I sighed and kept my eyes on the gray-eyed man, hoping he would also go to the bathroom, but he didn't at any time and I narrowed my eyes so as not to lose him, but he had moved quite far away from the people present and even several women moved away from him when they saw him walking strangely. He looked dizzy and was holding on to everything around him so as not to fall.

No one was going to help him, he was probably trying to stop his death and no one was paying attention to him.

There was the interest of the animals chasing him.

I snorted and rolled my eyes as he fell somewhere and I lost sight of him.

"Alcoholics," I said to myself, as I walked toward that dark corner where I had seen him fall.

I passed two people and there he was, lying on the floor, his back pressed against a couch, but he looked fine by his eyes and how little strength he had trying to get up.

I crouched down to his face level and my nostrils were flooded with a very manly smell, mixed with what was probably Whiskey and tequila. I forced him with what little strength I had to turn to the side, so I could help him vomit; there was no time, no strength to take him to a bathroom.

That was probably the grossest thing I had to do in my life and the future doctor was my friend, so to be trying to save a stranger from death was awesome.

After a few minutes, sitting on the couch and drinking a bottle of water still from the chiras, because I was drunk, I crossed my arms.

Now I was supposed to leave him?

Could I with my conscience?

"I'm fucking great," I heard him say and he pointed at me without even opening his eyes wide.

"You almost died, you idiot," I replied, "I should have let you..."

"There you are, Iah," I was interrupted by a raspy voice behind me and I gasped as I saw a shadow almost twice my person appear by my side. He grabbed the drunk's arm and his dark gaze fell on me; in a second my legs faltered and every faction of his face was quizzical about my presence, but he watched me from head to toe. He had another bottle of water in his hands, in case that man needed more and it was clear he could smell the vomit, as well as his shirt had managed to stain.

I preferred not to make a move, as if that way he couldn't do anything to me or wouldn't notice me. He had a tattoo at the end of his face, reaching his ear and from the collar of the blazer he was wearing, a seemingly larger one was noticeable.

They both had the same nose.

Were they related?

"Heroin," said the guy I had helped, catching me off guard as he wrapped his free arm around me and glued me to his body completely.

My eyes widened like saucers and I tried to pull away, why I felt the fabric of my dress ride up to the point where I felt cold on my buttocks and he, even though he was finger food, was about to die from an alcoholic coma for not knowing how to control himself and was engulfed in vomit. And to top it off, he had lifted me off the ground with only one arm, which made me even more vulnerable.

I pushed him off, putting my hands on his face and the man pulling him also helped.

I wiped my hands on his shirt before he walked away and the black-eyed one kept watching everything I did; I rolled my eyes and walked away. I didn't want to encounter the same situation with anyone anymore; all that was enough to sober me up again.