Elena;

A particular scene caught my attention. The pair seemed to be on some kind of stage, drilling into a lady in a doggy-style position. The sounds of dick slapping against flesh, and her moans were everywhere.

They seem to have a rather large audience as people gathered down the stage, openly making out.

And as I stared closer, I felt the familiarity.

Clint, my boyfriend was the man behind the scenes. Openly fucking the lady like it was some kind of show.

The red-haired woman turned to look at me and traced my eyesight. "Well, as you can see, this is a playhouse. A sex club, rather, where different people come to have fun or let off some steam."

Well, they couldn't be more obvious. I thought, my eyes never leaving the scene as I tried to contain my feelings.

She pointed to a room, "there are different sections. They are those who just come to watch, for a threesome, solo sex, or role-play."

"That young man in there," she pointed towards the part Clint was, "Is part of our role players and he's one of our regulars."

I couldn't hear or take it anymore, and before I knew it I was barging in there, making everyone present to gasp in surprise.

"Clint!?"

I screamed, unable to hold back the pain and hurt I felt. Clint's eyes met mine from the stage and he stilled, his eyes widening slightly.

He withdrew from the girl under him and grabbed a robe from the floor. In a moment, he was beside me, grabbing my arms and leading me out of there.

My eyes were teary and my sight was blurry. I felt my back hit a hard wall, with Clint staring down at me.

"What do you think you are doing barging in there, Elena? What was that?"

I gave him a disbelieving look. "What? I should be asking you, Clint. What was that? What... You were supposed to be out of town. You told me you traveled."

Clint ran his hands over his face, glancing sideways. We were in some kind of alley and it was dark.

"What? Did you lie? Did you fucking lie to me, Clint?" I asked further.

"No!... Yes. I mean... I didn't lie. I was meant to leave town for the business I told you about, but.. something else came up. Yeah, something came up and I couldn't leave."

I let out a breath, "And you didn't bother to let me know you were in town all along? Clint, you know how much I needed you to..."

"And that is the problem with you, Elena. I'm sorry for having deceived you but..."

"But what?"

He thinned his lips, his brown eyes staring right into mine. His hair was falling all over his forehead and felt like running my hands through it. I had missed him so much, but seeing him back there had hurt me and I needed answers.

"I'm tired, Elena. Okay? I'm tired of this boring relationship. I.. I tried, but I just can't take it anymore."

"Boring? How could you say that, Clint? Our relationship is far from that. We love each other."

He rolled his eyes, "I'm just tired, okay, Elena. I fucking hate the fact that you're so obsessed with whatever you think we have going on."

And you know the worst part? I couldn't even get to have sex with my 'girlfriend' due to some lame-ass reasons you had."

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him in shock, "Clint... you never... I thought... you could have talked to me about it. You know I would have... "

He huffed, "Get over it, Elena. Quit being clingy. Besides," he took a glance at me and sneered, "You have nothing to satisfy a man with. You're just so plain and so boring, that no sane man would bother keeping you."

He chuckled, "In fact, I am so glad you finally caught me. Breaking up this way is so much easier."

He stepped back and I felt my legs give away. I didn't say a word. And he just turned his back and left, leaving me back here all alone.

The tears finally ran down my cheeks at a fast hurried pace. I never would have believed if anyone had told me Clint would do something of the sort.

My whole body wracked with sobs as I struggled to contain them.

*****

Angelo;

I stood in the room, gazing at the numerous equipment.

"What seem to be the issue?" I demanded as Xavier and Dominic approached me with a look in their eyes.

"The clients are here." They replied warily.

"Shit! Why all of a sudden? They aren't meant to be here yet."

"It seems they wanted to check out the machines to know how effective it is," Dominic responded. "But.. I thought this had been settled already. The test subject have been ready for days..."

"The fucking brat just had an asthma attack. We can't afford to mess this up."

I glanced at my watch, getting aggravated, "what the hell is taking her so long? I need this experiment to go smoothly."

"You mean... Eric's daughter?" Dominic asked.

"Of course I meant her. She's going to be a good replacement for the brat. God help her she passes the test."

"Boss. Permit me to say, but we can not afford another failed experiment. I don't think she looks fit for this. She is weak and looks way too innocent."

Xavier countered him, "Nah, I don't think so. She will be a good test subject. It should come as a punishment for what her father did. So it's either, she passes the test or her father dies."

"You're wrong. I don't think ..."

"Shut up for a few minutes, will you? Do you both think I cannot make my fucking choices?" I was beginning to get a headache from all the talk.

They bowed and echoed, "Sorry Boss."

An hour later, the machines had all been propped up and all engines were running smoothly. However, the test subject was yet to make an appearance.

From where I sat, my eyes kept glancing toward the entrance."Where the fuck is she? Why are they taking so damn long?" I demanded, checking my watch for the umpteenth time.

"Something is off," Xavier chimed, "I'll go check."

I nodded at him and he walked out. But as soon as he took a step, I saw her.

Elena.

Standing at the entrance in a black lingerie.