Madness R-18

Tala drove quietly.

The car moved through the morning streets, the sound of the engine filling the silence between them.

Venisa sat beside him, looking out through the window.

She noticed his tight grip on the steering wheel and the tension in his jaw, but she didn't ask.

Something had clearly happened between him and Code.

She could feel it.

Still, she remained silent.

Tala didn't offer an explanation either.

He simply kept driving.

Venisa rested her head lightly against the window, watching the estate disappear behind them.

For once, she decided not to ask what had happened.

Whatever Tala and Code had said to each other, she suspected it was better left between them.

The car finally pulled into the Greymore estate.

Tala brought it to a smooth stop near the front steps.

Venisa reached for the door handle, but before she could open it, Tala spoke.

“I'll go.”

She looked at him.

“You're not coming inside?”

“I have something important to take care of.”

His tone was unusually brief.

Venisa studied him for a moment.

“You've been quiet the entire drive.”

Tala kept his eyes ahead.

“Just tired.”

She knew he wasn't telling her everything.

But she didn't press. “All right.”

Venisa stepped out of the car.

She paused beside the door and looked back at him. “Take care.”

Tala finally looked at her. “I will.”

He gave her a faint smile. “I'll see you later.”

Then he started the engine.

Venisa watched the car disappear through the gates before turning toward the manor.

She had no idea what had happened between Tala and Code that morning.

Tala drove away from the Greymore estate.

Once he was several streets away, he reached for his phone and dialed someone he knew.

The call connected.

“Hey. I need a favor.”

He kept his eyes on the road.

“I’m looking for a woman named Cinty.”

The person on the other end asked where he had met her. “At a bar. A few days ago.”

His grip tightened around the steering wheel.

“Find out if she still goes there. And if anyone knows where she lives.”

A brief silence followed.

“Yes. Cinty. That's all I know.”

He was about to end the call, but stopped.

“And listen.”

His voice turned firm.

“I need to meet her tonight.”

A pause.

“No matter what. Find her before tonight.”

He ended the call.

Tala tossed the phone onto the passenger seat and continued driving, his expression unreadable.

It was eight in the evening when Tala stepped into the club.

The place was already alive, but not yet crowded enough to disappear into. Low music pulsed beneath the murmur of conversations, glasses clinked from the bar, and dim amber lights stretched long shadows across the room.

Tala stopped just inside the entrance and he walked deeper into the club.

Every few steps, he looked again.

Still, he kept looking.

He glanced at his watch.

Eight o'clock.

“Too early,” he murmured.

The bartender was arranging bottles behind the counter. Most of the tables were only half occupied. The night had barely begun.

Tala turned toward the drink station.

And stopped.

A woman was sitting alone beneath the muted lights.

One leg crossed over the other.

A glass rested loosely between her fingers.

Her face was turned slightly away, as though she had no interest in the people around her.

Tala's expression changed.

Cinty.

She slowly lifted her glass.

And just before taking a sip, her eyes shifted toward him.

Their gazes met across the room and Cinty lowered her glass with faint smile appeared on her lips.

As though she had been expecting him all along.

The room was washed in deep red light.

The music from the club outside reached them only as a distant, muffled rhythm. Behind the closed door, everything felt quieter—almost unnaturally so.

Tala sat beside Cinty, still holding her hand.

His fingers remained wrapped around hers, but his mind was nowhere near the room.

His jaw was tight.

The argument with Code kept replaying in his head.

His grip on Cinty's hand tightened slightly.

Cinty noticed.

“You're angry.”

Tala said nothing.

His eyes remained fixed ahead, his expression hard beneath the crimson light.

Code's voice still echoed in his mind.

Then act like her brother.

He wondered whether he had come here because he wanted to see Cinty—

or because he needed somewhere to put the anger he couldn't take home with him.

Tala reached for the glass he had prepared and handed it to Cinty.

She looked at it, then at him. A small laugh escaped her.

“You really prepared a drink for me?”

“You need it.”

Cinty shook her head, amused. “I don't need that.”

Tala's expression remained serious. “It'll ease the pain.”

Cinty laughed again, glancing at him over the rim of the glass.

“Pain?”

Her smile turned teasing.

“You're one to talk about pain. You were rather rough with me before.”

Tala's expression stiffened.

The amusement in Cinty's voice faded slightly when she noticed his reaction.

He looked away, his jaw tightening.

“I know.”

Cinty studied him for a moment.

“You're different tonight.”

Tala said nothing.

He simply looked down at the drink in her hand, the memory of the morning's confrontation with Code still burning somewhere beneath his calm exterior.

Cinty drank the liquid, expecting to feel a rush of heat and desire. Instead, a cold numbness spread through her.

Within a minute, her mind went blank. She couldn't think, and she couldn't remember why she had taken the drink. Her arms and legs felt heavy and dead, as if they didn't belong to her anymore.

She couldn't feel them at all.

But some parts of her body did not go numb. While her limbs were frozen and her mind was foggy, her most sensitive areas stayed awake. Those parts felt hyper-sensitive, reacting to every tiny touch or breeze, even though she was too numb in the head to understand why.

Through the haze, she saw Tala. He was standing over her, his gaze intense. His eyes were dark and full of hunger as he looked down at her frozen form.

Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Tala reached down and unbuttoned his pants.

Cinty bit her lip hard. Her mind was still a blank fog, but her body craved something real. She wanted to taste something, to feel a sensation that could break through the numbness.

Suddenly, Tala leaned down. Before she could even breathe, he pressed his lips against hers in a sudden, fierce kiss. "Hmmm"

One moment she was tasting his lips, and the next, the world spun. She didn't even realize how she had been moved; she only knew that she was now pressed forward, and Tala was behind her, a wall of heat and hard muscle.

Then, he drove into her with a sudden, violent force.

Cinty gasped, her lungs seizing. She didn't know how to breathe, her chest tight and her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.

Cinty’s mind was still a blank fog. She didn’t know how it happened, but suddenly Tala was behind her, pushing into her hard.

She struggled to breathe. Her chest felt tight and her heart beat fast. Because her mind was numb, the feeling in her body was even stronger.

Tala whispered in her ear, "You can't move, can you?"

"P-please..." Cinty gasped,

Tala groaned,

"Just feel me."

Cinty cried out, "Too much!"

Tala began to move even rougher. Cinty’s body started to shake. The pleasure became too intense to handle. She let out a loud scream, and tears fell down her cheeks as she felt the overwhelming waves of ecstasy.

Cinty cursed under her breath, the words coming out in broken gasps. She had expected something, but she never imagined it would be this intense. The feeling was so strong it almost hurt, and it completely overwhelmed her.

Tala didn't stop. He kept moving rougher, pushing her further into the pleasure. Cinty could only shake and cry, her mind still foggy but her body burning from the encounter.