Men Equal Chaos Chapter ~ 1

Chapter One:

Voices came from outside. Orders flew in the air like bullets. He looked up as darkness covered his cage. He could see a thin barrier of cloth separating him from the sunlight. What the f*ck is going on?

"Okay! Careful! Don’t let the blanket slip! Easy. Pick it up carefully. Zeke, I’m warning you. If you drop that cage I will send you to hell in pieces!"

Yea Zeke, don’t drop me. Who’s the chick giving orders?

"Set it in the car. Easy. Easy. Do you understand me? I said Easy!"

The cage shook and he rattled with it. He cursed violently; His voice hoarse and unfamiliar to his own ears. A moment later, he hit the ground.

"Zeke? What the hell is the matter with you?" The female demanded. Her voice sounded so close to him.

"There’s something in there!" Zeke stampered.

"No. Really? Maybe that’s why I told you to be careful! Pick it up, let’s go."

"I’m not touching that cage." Zeke replied.

"Zeke, pick it up, and put it in the car." She hissed.

"What if it bites me?"

"Cages don’t bite!"

"Not the cage, whatever‘s in it."

"Then you could possibly die. Pick it up."

"No."

"Zeke."

He felt his cage being lifted again, then being dropped. Again. Being tossed around like this was causing bruises on his delicate skin. His eyes stayed on the blanket, he strained his ears trying to hear them. He jumped when Zeke spoke.

"Happy?" Zeke snarled.

"Get.In.The.Car." The woman snapped.

He could hear car doors being slammed. When the car started, he was shoved against the back of the front seat. Who’s driving and what the hell is their hurry?

"Zeke, you better get your ass in control. I am not putting up with your macho bullshit."

The car ride there was finished in silence. Whoever this woman was, she didn’t seem to be in control of Zeke. He was afraid that he was in the possession of another Master. The car came to a screeching halt- which threw him into the back of the seat again, he heard the doors open. The car shook as Zeke slammed his door again. His cage was jerked upward and he was knocked into its side. The woman was silent. He wished they would remove the blanket.

"Where do you want it?"

"Set it down in Rika’s room."

"You’re going to put this thing with Rika? Are you insane?"

"Would you prefer I put it in your room?"

It grew silent again. He was beginning to not like the long periods of silence. Who’s Rika? Is it a girl? God let it be a girl, a nice sweet girl. When are they going to let me out? Or at least remove this damn blanket. Zeke dropped the cage. Once again he hit the side of the cage roughly. God, I hate this guy.

"Can I…"

"Get out."

"Mistress…"

"Go."

You are an asshole Zeke. The door slammed and he winced. His heart beat quickly as he realized that he was alone with her. A sharp knock came at the door and he was afraid that Zeke had come back.

"Mistress?" An unfamiliar voice called softly. The knock came again.

"Yes?" She snapped. It appeared that Zeke had put her in a bad mood.

"Can I come in please?" The voice asked. He sighed, it’s a guy’s voice.

"Um… Sure." She replied. The door opened, and then closed.

"Mistress. I ran into Zeke in the hall, he said you were in a foul mood. Do you mind if I’m in here?"

"No, actually you could help me."

"Gladly Mistress… What’s that?"

"Honestly, I don’t know. I saw it on the side of the road. Lift the blanket slowly."

The blanket twitched, and slowly lifted; he readied himself. The artificial light blinded him and he blinked a couple of times. Bright, too bright, I can’t see. He felt like a rabid animal, cornered- ready to attack. She bent to look into the cage, and seemed startled to see him. She stared at him, before she opened the little metal door.

Sitting back on her heels, she waited patiently for him to move. He stayed crouched where he was, remembering that there was one more person in the room with them. He wasn’t going to run out of the cage like a madman; it was too easy to plan a trap that way. Besides he couldn’t run even if he wanted too. He curled there, and took in as much of his surroundings as he could- especially her. Her black hair was past shoulder length and had a red streak in it.

She wore a sleeveless black corset, over which she had on a fishnet dark-red long sleeve shirt. Her black pants looked snug against her body, and were very old and faded. From the way she sat, he guessed her boots came to the top of her knees. Her nails were long and black with little red moons on them. She laid her hands on her thighs- face down. She sensed his unease and sat perfectly still. Her eyes looked above him, and he realized the man was behind him.

"Rika. Come sit beside me. Put your hands in your lap, face down. Don’t make any sudden movements."

The young man came into view and he was disappointed. Rika did as she told him; his hands lay on his ankles as he sat Indian style beside her. She watched him patiently and cautiously, knowing that this was a tricky situation. There was no telling how long he’d been in that thing, and he’d probably be very temperamental. Frightening him would not be a very smart thing to do. He stared at her, not liking the way she was so calm. It made her unpredictable- and he would have to pay close attention to her. Rika looked interested, excited; he glanced from her to him and smiled enthusiastically.

Rika wore a pair of Capri pants and a tank top. Both of which were black. He was bare foot. His toenails painted a delicate shade of pink. His hair was blonde with black and blue highlights, the blue glittered as his hair caught the light; It was cropped short around his jaw line. His fingernails were black and pink.

He felt trapped. The guy looked easy; not to mention gay. She would be a problem. Okay… so I’m looking at three people. Two guys and her. She is definitely the Master, because that’s the voice I heard earlier. Zeke sounds like the bodyguard type, which is a big problem. I don’t want to fight the freaking hulk, just to get out of here. Maybe I could take this guy hostage. He looks like he’d fold easily. He’d make a good snack if nothing else. Food, I need food. That’ll have to wait though. Who knows what they’re planning on doing. His thoughts ended, as the woman spoke up.

"You can sit in there all day if you want. Personally, I would think it’d be damned uncomfortable."

He froze. Trying to quickly weigh his options. He was going to get out, the open door proved that. Unless it was a trap. Question was did he want them to force him out? He tried to see past the two of them, but they were sitting too close to the cage. She sighed. Rika shifted his weight quietly. She didn’t want to sit on this floor all day, and her patience was beginning to run out.

"Please?" She asked, her voice calm and even. She hated this part of the job. Hated the attempts at getting trust. Some slaves were better than others, but it was the same old routine. Plead, Convince, Ambush. Then there was a whole new routine for getting them to obey. Repetitive. He decided to come out on his own. Carefully he crawled out on his hands and knees. His body protested at the movement. He stared down at the beige carpet, as his body trembled.

"Feel better?" Rika asked, trying not to smile.

He looked up at Rika, his face bruised. Rika’s eyes widened, but she didn’t react to the sight of his face. Where it dripped from his temple, the blood made a small puddle on the carpet.

"If that’s from Zeke, I’ll kill him." She whispered.

He began to shake his head, when a wave of dizziness passed over him. He vomited, coughing blood onto the carpet. He swayed, weaker from heaving. Rika jumped up, grabbing him before he fell.

"Aww, shit. Hang on kid…" She muttered, as they lowered him onto the floor and turned him onto his side. She grabbed the medical kit from under the bathroom sink. Rika had thrown a blanket over him by the time she got back.

She knelt by him and groped for a needle in the kit. He began to jerk, his body spasming. Rika grabbed his arm and held it still for her. She injected the clear liquid into his translucent skin. As it coursed through his veins; he stilled, his eyes fluttering. He was on the edge of unconsciousness.

"Will he be okay Mistress?" Rika whispered concerned.

"I hope so; he looks like hell though…" She watched him for a moment longer. She checked his pulse; steady, made sure he would survive. Quietly she motioned for Rika to help her lift him onto the double bed.

"Keep an eye on him. If he wakes up before I get back, try and keep him calm. Anything happens, come tell me."

"Where are you going Mistress?"

"I need to have a word with Zeke."

That was the last he heard before he passed out. As he slept, his mind raced with uncontrollable urges and thoughts. During the night, he tossed and turned painfully. No! Stop! It’s not my fault. I didn’t mean to kill her. I was just… hungry. Please! I beg of you, don’t do this! Forgive me… please… I’ll do anything. I swear… I… NO! He tore himself from those memories. He was conscious of the warm bed that he was in, his body felt raw and beaten against the cool sheets. He could hear someone breathing. He snapped awake, his eyes wide with fear. The room was dark, the covers bunched around his waist. He was nude. His eyes focused on the silhouette in the room. Rika, that has to be Rika. He’s shorter than her. Shit, what happened? Where… How long has he been here? God, I don’t like this.

"You okay?" Rika asked from across the room. He stared at Rika numbly.

No, I don’t know where I am. I’m naked and hungry. I woke up in a strange room with you watching me. I feel like shit and now I’m in the possession of yet another Master… other than that I’m peachy f*cking keen. The door opened as he stared at Rika dumbfounded. Florescent light flooded the room. He squinted. The woman walked in and smiled at the two of them. She seemed surprised to see him awake.

"Oh good, you’re awake. Did you sleep well? How do you feel?" She sat down carefully on the edge of the bed.

He gave no response as he looked from her to Rika. His mind was fuzzy on what had happened. They did something to me. Gave me something. He had the feeling that he wouldn’t like to find out what.

"Can you talk?" she asked gently. Best to ask first, some slaves either weren’t taught, or weren’t taught English.

He nodded and moistened his lips. He felt uneasy with her this close to him, but at least Rika was still against the way. Rika bothered him, but he wasn’t sure why…

"Who are you? Where am I? Where are my clothes? What did you do to me?" He croaked.

"My name is Ameka. This is my house. We needed you asleep to see how extensive your wounds were. "She replied.

"Where are my clothes?" He demanded.

"We trashed them. Don’t worry- you’ll get something new." She smiled. "If you can walk, you are welcome to a shower and some food. I would love to stay and talk with you more, but unfortunately I have some rather pressing business to attend to." She stood, and had made it to the door before he spoke.

"That’s quite alright ma’am. I won’t intrude in your house much longer. Thank you though, for your hospitality. If I can have some clothes, I’ll be on my way." He replied. She and Rika exchanged a look.

"I’m afraid I didn’t make myself clear. You are not leaving…" She left the room quietly.

Rika stood there silently as he managed to get up. He was breathless; it had taken him a lot of strength to get out of the bed, and he was still disoriented from her drug. She’s… a dream. That was a dream. Please say this did not just happen.

"What did she mean by not leaving?" He asked, looking around for clothing, finding none; he sat down on the bed, suddenly very aware of his nude body. "You just became her new slave." Rika replied.