2. Cairo

T hree days before.

"You can't be serious Cairo!"

If there is one thing I regret in my life, it's giving my best friend a chance. Because boy, what a fucking stupid idea that was. Initially, when we first got together, it was a little different from what I expected. I thought it would flow easily considering we were best friends for two years before, then all of a sudden after the first year, things changed.

The honeymoon period is supposed to last longer than a year right?

Not with us. After eighteen months, everything went south. He started spending more time at work, claiming that he was overrun daily, his attitude and the way he spoke to me got worse too. All of a sudden it was like our relationship meant nothing.

Time and time again I found myself thinking of him . The one I missed more than my next breath, my first real chance at love but all that changed when he ghosted me; left me alone without a single word. So it turn, I ended up with this piece of shit here. I'd spent the past year trying to make this relationship with Danny work, turn it into something it's not and I'm fucking bored of it.

I was never going to be the type of girl that would forgive a lying, cheating, limp dick, asshole, and there was no way I was going to start now. Accusing me day in and day out of lying and cheating and here he is doing exactly what he has accused me of.

I guess the upside is… I'm finally free.

Snatching my clothes from the bedside table, I stuff them into the silver suitcase that rests on the bed. I can't believe the motherfucker is actually standing there, thinking I'm actually going to forgive him. The laughter comes out of nowhere, I thought I'd be upset… I guess I didn't really give a shit about this relationship in the first place.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I pause, plastering a fake smile on my face. "Do I need to do something to make you believe me?"

"It was an accident for fuck's sake!"

He cannot be serious.

"An accident, Danny!?" I shout, finally losing every ounce of control I have left, because he is really pushing my fucking buttons.

"So, let me get this straight." I pinch the bridge of my nose, and scoff in frustration. "You just happened to trip, and with absolute perfect aim, fall inside another man's ass or?" There's no way this little germ is trying to convince me that being balls deep in my best friend's, brother's ass was an accident.

He groans, running his hands through his short brown hair. "Cairo, Jesus will you calm down and talk to me."

"I'm not fucking interested." I shrug. Packing the last of my things into a suitcase -because luckily I don't live with the big bird looking motherfucker- I drag it to the front door.

"Cairo!" he calls.

"What!?" I snap, turning around instantly, my hair slapping me in the face.

"You're, uh… you're not going to tell anyone are you?"

My eyes widen and my blood boils to the top, grabbing the nearest thing to me, which is a candle, I launch it in his direction and scream. "I hope you get dick rot you limp dick FUCKER!" And with that I storm out of the house and down the drive to my car.

Dropping down onto Sienna's couch, I drop my head back and groan. This is the worst fucking timing. I swear to God, Billie Eilish had it right when she said, ‘Give an ugly man a chance, they think they rule the world' . More than that, they end up treating you like shit because they get some kind of fucking ego boost.

"I can't believe Chase fucked Danny." Sienna covers her face. "I'm so sorry. He's a fucking asshole."

"It's fine, honestly. In a way, he kinda did me a favour. Besides, I haven't seen him in years, Si." I shrug. "I just need something to take my mind off the situation." Taking a sip of the JD in my glass, I relish in the feeling of the alcohol swirling down my throat.

"I have an idea," Sienna giggles, and when she laughs like that, all maniacal and shit, I know it involves something fucked up.

"No," I sigh, pressing the tumbler of JD against my head.

"Oh come on." She grabs me by the wrist and pulls me forward.

"No, because every single time you have that laugh you-"

She grabs me by the wrist and pulls me forward. "I promise this will be fun."

Rolling my eyes, I rest my forearms on my knees. "Fine."

Opening her laptop, she grins. "Ok, so there's this website that you can go to that's linked with this private rave."

She clicks on the search engine and types in the website. "This year is a neon rave and, well," she pauses, turning to look at me.

"Well?"

"Just go in with an open mind ok."

"Sienna do me a favour and spit this shit out," I chuckle around the rim of my glass as I throw back the rest of the contents and pour myself some more.

"Ok, so you sign up to this fetish rave and-"

"Sorry?" I chuckle, wiping my lips free of alcohol. "Sounded like you said this was a fetish rave."

"It is. They only accept a certain amount of people every year and I've already applied. So now, it's your turn."

Pushing the laptop beside her, I drink some more, and the warm buzz starts coming in. Pressing my finger to the mouse, I scroll through the list of fetishes and furrow my brow.

"What the fuck is Aquaphilia." I read.

"Love of sexual activity in water."

I shrug. "Makes sense."

"There's loads of them that might be a little odd but-"

"We don't kink shame here. Danny loved getting pegged so I guess this is nothing really because-"

"Hold on!" Sienna holds her hands up. "You used to fuck him in the ass?"

"Yeah, so I guess I should've seen the gay thing coming," I chuckle. "I used this fucking octopus dildo he found on The Clock App. He fucking loved it." I laugh through the words. Trying not to get on the subject of him but more the situation at hand.

"Do you have a picture?"

"Uh," I grimace. "No Sienna we didn't-"

"Of the fucking dildo you idiot." She chokes out.

"Ohh, Yeah. I'll show you later." I keep scrolling, going through all the different fetishes until I see something that interests me. "So what, you just apply?"

"Basically, yeah."

"And then what?"

Taking control of the mouse pad, Sienna scrolls to the form. "You fill this out, with a list of kinks you're interested in. If you're successful you're then matched with a caretaker and-"

"Jesus Christ," I sigh, interrupting her.

"What?"

"A caretaker, Sienna, really?" What kind of stupid shit.

"Will you just shut up and listen?" She snaps playfully. "I'm trying to help you have a little fun."

"I have fun." Frowning, I take another sip of my drink and I should probably stop. Getting drunk at midday really isn't the most adult thing I could do.

"Oh you do?" Looking at me with wide eyes, she continues. "Tell me the last time you went to a club?" I look up to the ceiling. "Or dinner or drinks at my place or-"

"Ok, I get it…" I cover her mouth with my hand. "You're right, I'm sorry." I smile even though I don't want to. "Things just got on top and… You won't hear a pin drop." I zip my lips with my thumb and forefinger and throw the invisible key behind me. "I promise."

Nudging me with her elbow she smirks. "You select the fetishes that you like or are interested in trying and your caretaker supports you with that." On the form there is a top ten list of most popular, then a list for most unusual. One for extreme, one of soft and a mix of others.

"So let's set yours up."

"Ok…" This is completely new for me, so I don't know what I need to do. "Help me fill it out?"

We go through the entire form and fill all my personal details out. Name, age, height, all sorts of things. The form goes completely in depth. We even have to upload a picture for the form. Then, on the final page, it comes to the kinks I'm interested in trying.

"I don't know Sienna." I stand up. "This is weird, all this for a party in a warehouse, in the middle of a forest?"

"Will you stop being a pussy!" Her laugh echoes through the living room. Like the cackle of a witch.

"Fine!" I yell back with the attitude of a petulant child because even though she's right I don't need to be called out like that. "What do you suggest?"

"Let's just go for, primal play, knife play, degradation-"

"Whoa, whoa… Knife play? Primal Play?"

"Yeah, like all those slasher movies you love so much. You can even request him to wear that costume from that film." She clicks her fingers, trying to remember my favourite movie. "The one where the boyfriend and his best friend try to murder that girl. But there's like some super gay undertones with them?"

"Stab?"

"That's it!" Clapping her hands she points to me. "We can get him to wear that costume."

"No I'm fine…"

"Degradation?" I chuckle.

Because what the fuck.

"Oh come on… being called daddy's little cum slut… please, that's hot." She flicks her wrist, dismissing me. "Some praise maybe, a mask, and y'know what?" She smirks. "Throw in some cum play and anal."

"Are you trying to live out your fantasy or mine?" I've never thought about trying any of this. I read about it and sure, the books I read turn me on. But surely there's no way people like this in real life. Not to kink shame at all, but I can't see how being chased with a knife is a turn on.

"Cairo, there's no guarantee you'll even be chosen to play. A few of my friends have been five times and neither of them have ever had time with a caretaker." She shrugs. "The amount of people that attend these things and the amount of crazy kinks that are out there… Just think of it as letting your hair down for once." Tucking my hair behind my ear, she smiles sadly. "Let's just have fun, ok?"

"Ok." I give her my best smile.

"Awesome. And who knows, maybe we can find someone there to fuck you like an animal?"

With that, I drop down to the couch and we both start cackling like witches as I submit it.