I woke up in an unfamiliar room with white walls. A painting of a naked black man with the biggest flaccid penis I had ever seen hung on the wall in front of me. It was at least sixteen inches. A white woman who looked like Ms. Hyuna and a white man that looked like her husband stood beside the black man, both holding his penis.

Is this hell?

I tried to get up from the bed, but my hands were cuffed to the bedposts.

Shit.

I gazed at my lower half and saw I was in my boxers.

What the... "Where are my clothes?"

I didn't know how I ended up here. The last thing I remembered was fainting after hitting Captain Tombstone with a ball of electricity. I smiled at the thought, realizing how cool I was. Still, a lot of things he had said made little sense. Convict? Immunity? He spoke in riddles like Shiver.

The look of fear in his eyes had shocked me. The most powerful peculiar in the city was afraid of someone. But who? Was it me?

I gasped, remembering the hole in my ceiling. Dammit. I was lucky I lived on the top floor of the building. I wouldn't have been able to deal with neighbors complaining I left a hole in their floor. I didn't have the insurance to cover the damages.

"Knock, knock." A familiar voice took me out of my thoughts. I turned towards the door and saw Ms. Hyuna standing at the threshold. She only wore see-through underwear. "Finally, you're awake." She came towards me and pointed at the metal cuffs. "I hope they aren't too tight." She leaned closer to my ear. "But I'm too tight." She licked my face, then stood straight. "Finally, I get to fuck you."

"This is rape, Ms. Hyuna." I had never met a woman as persistent as her. If the situation was reversed, and I was the one trying to have sex with her against her will, then the tiki torches would've been lit and people would've hunted me down.

"Shush, Trey. A woman can't rape a man—everyone knows that. You play hard to get, but I know you want me. I've seen how you look at me when I approach you. You're desperate to fill me with your black seed."

She's not Ok in the head. "That's not true."

"It is. Every black man has told me that. But I don't want them, Trey. I want you. I've fallen in love with you. My body is yours to misuse."

She sounded like she was reading a script from the worst porn ever. "Please, let me go."

"No." She got on top of me. "Last night, I thought you had a woman in your apartment. I was so jealous I wanted to kill the whore. When I came to your apartment—to my surprise—I found you unconscious and the bitch wasn't there." She dragged her index finger with a sharp nail down my chest. It hurt. "I could have done anything to you, but I didn't. I'm not that kind of woman. I want to see your face when I suck you dry."

She licked my belly button.

I shuddered.

What did I have to do or say for her to get the hint I wasn't interested?

Why was "No" such a hard thing for her to grasp?

I could have called the police on her. But I was a black man living in a white man's world. She had also said if I called the cops on her, she would play the victim card and have me arrested. Since she wasn't a peculiar, I wouldn't be dealing with officers from the peculiar division. And that was very bad for me as a former hero.

"Honey, are you ready?" I heard her husband say from outside the room. He came in wearing a vest and white underwear. He held a camera in his hands, recording me and Ms. Hyuna. He sat on the chair in the far corner of the room. "Are you ready?" he asked again.

Ms. Hyuna got off me and removed her underwear. Then she pulled my boxers down to my knees and sat on top of me. "I'm ready."

"I'm so excited." Her husband's face lit up with impish glee. I never knew the cuck's name.

Before anything happened, a voice interrupted us. "Hyuna, Gary; what is going on here?"

I smiled. For the first time since knowing her, I was happy to see Officer Diana. She stood by the door with her arms crossed over her chest.

Ms. Hyuna covered her chest with her arms. "Officer, what are you doing in my apartment?" Embarrassment coated her face. Everyone knew her husband was a cuck who loved seeing her get pounded by black men daily. Why did she look uncomfortable?

"Curtis told me he saw you and your husband carrying Trey into your apartment. I know how much Trey hates you, so I feared something bad had happened to him." She glanced at the husband and wife. "It seems I was right."

"Get off me," I told Ms. Hyuna. She did. I stood, pulled up my boxers, and stared at the couple. "One day you'll mess with the wrong person and get hurt." I pointed at Ms. Hyuna. "Watch yourself."

Ms. Hyuna scoffed, then left the room. Gary followed behind her.

"What time is it?" I asked.

Officer Diana had walked in at the right time. I was already dealing with a lot of shit. Adding rape on top of it would've broken me completely, and I wouldn't have recovered.

"It's almost evening. We're late. We need to go now."

I missed work. Chyner will kill me tomorrow. "I need to shower first."

"Be fast. I'll wait for you in the car. Also, what happened in your apartment? Did you make the hole in your ceiling?"

"No," I said as we left Ms. Hyuna's apartment.

"Then who did?"

I stopped outside my door. "I don't know."

"Is this something I should be worried about?"

"No. Not yet."

"What do you mean, not yet?" The shocked expression on her face was priceless. It was the last thing I saw before entering my apartment.