The ocean waves lapped lazily in the evening breeze, endlessly forming shallow ridges of sand only to wash them away again, mere moments after their creation. Adam sat in the sand, a white shirt loosely draped over his shoulder. His pair of short khaki trousers were fast becoming rather uncomfortable due to the amount of sand accumulated within. Adam had been sitting there for a long time, probably several hours, judging by the fact that the sun was slowly beginning to set, the horizon beyond the jungle trees adopting a vivid red hue as the air began to cool. Across the seemingly endless ocean the sky was already beginning to dip towards shades of purple and blue, with the first sparkling stars just barely visible.
After leaving the villa, barely clothed and still barefooted, Adam had wandered for a short while. His lack of shoes had discouraged entering the thick jungle, so he hadn't dared wander much, only as far as to be barely out of sight of that villa, and of the girl he had left behind there. Was she standing there, in the living room, Adam wondered. Would she just wait, like a servant or a slave, until Adam returned and used her? Or was she using him? Adam wasn't quite sure, his thoughts simply would not stay on track, and instead would wander between his realities back home, the twisted paradise on earth that this island seemed to be and the confused feelings of uncertainty and doubt. Fragmented recollections of his own past melted together with wildly varying ideas of his future, all of which seemed bleak in one way or another. Anything and everything seemed bleak compared to the idea of staying here forever.
How easy his life could be now, had he simply been kidnapped, tortured and then ransomed back home, and how ridiculous and wrong it all seemed to Adam, when he realized that he had never actually planned, not with any degree of seriousness at least, on this resort being anything like the tropical paradise it was. Adam lowered his head into his hands and rubbed his face. He could still smell the heady cocktail of fruits mixed up with the scents of sweat and other things he did not wish to dwell on at the time.
A loud bang and a flash of light startled Adam, prompting him to scamper to his feet and turn to face the source of the sound. The noise was followed by sounds of distant cheering, shouting and finally it's echoes were drowned out by some sort of music, the beat of which was barely distinguishable through the thick jungle that separated Adam from the source. Not quite sure what he expected to find, Adam stood up, brushed sand off of his clothes, and began to walk towards the source of the celebration and fireworks.
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Adam picked his footsteps carefully as the setting sun provided little illumination even this close to the edge of the jungle. He had not felt comfortable with the idea of just walking on the beach, though he wasn't entirely sure why, so he had opted to enter the jungle despite his lack of footwear. Fortunately it seemed that, at least close to the beaches, the resort staff enacted some sort of clearing of the undergrowth of the island, as Adam had little trouble finding small paths and clear, safe-looking spots to place his feet on.
As he had advanced, the sounds of music and celebrating voices grew louder with every footstep. Soon he had climbed up to a small ridge, covered with tall reeds and grasses that enveloped the trunks of the slender palm trees. As the sounds now seemed to be coming from just beyond, Adam instinctively crouched down and parted the leaves of the tall long-leaved fronds in front of him. Beyond, he saw a villa much like his own, except quite a bit more lively. There were dozens of people down below, some lounging atop the terrace or in the jacuzzi, stark silhouettes of men and women against the blazing fire pits and flashing neon lights below, while the majority were bunched in and around the large pool. A sound system, evidently inside the villa, was blasting some fast, upbeat, electronic music with a high-pitched female voice delivering autotune-filtered vocals in some east-asian dialect Adam did not recognize. However, the music was almost drowned out by the whooping, cheering and moaning that emanated from the partygoers as they reveled and enjoyed themselves. Several servants, dressed in the white suits of resort staff members, carried around silver trays piled full of instruments Adam could not identify at this distance, but the way they were implemented left little for Adam's imagination. Each member of the eager and male-dominated crowd below were being offered a drink, a snort or an injection by the servants, and each responded to these stimulants in ways varying from excited dancing to animalistic howling.
Adam observed a large asian-looking man injecting himself with something, shivering and shaking for a moment, flexing himself and smiling an insane smile, before finally responding to the substance by leaping into the pool as if his hair were on fire. Once in the water he almost violently tore off his swimming trunks and grabbed at one of the young scantily clad girls in the pool. He tore off her bikini and proceeded to pleasure himself with her all the while hooting and laughing. The girl seemed to be ecstatic, howling with pleasure as her body was violated with little warning, waving her arms and legs so that the water in the pool splashed the giggling crowd around them. Adam believed her to be drugged up too judging by her wild behavior. Random acts of sexuality were taking place all around the villa, leaving behind men and women, spent and panting, only for them to stand up a moment later, ready for more.
Soon Adam saw a large black man near the jacuzzi being injected in the groin with some sort of syringe, soon after which he let loose a howl like that of a wolf, stomped up to the jacuzzi, in which several blonde women were laughing and joking, and proceeded to ejaculate onto them without any physical stimulation whatsoever. The women seemed to respond to being showered with semen by enjoying instant, almost violent orgasms, as the stimulants, that likely coursed in their veins, worked their sense-altering magic. They all seemed mindless and carefree. In the eyes of any common man they would have seemed insane. Through his hesitation and worry, Adam felt an unexpected tinge of jealousy.
Atop it all, barely visible amidst the myriad flickering CCTV monitors that surrounded him, sat a thin asian man sucking furiously on a lit cigarette, a haze of smoke curling around his head. He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, had covered his ears with a pair of heavy headphones, and had only partially unbuttoned his suit jacket. He did not directly observe the proceedings of the party, instead he merely observed them through the monitors, his left hand nimbly adjusting the video feeds, while his right hand was occupied with the act of furious masturbation as the used tissues piled up at his feet. Adam felt sickened by this man, somehow, yet considering what he had been doing earlier that very day, he didn't feel like he was that much better off.
As he ignored the lonesome man in his cubicle of monitors, and instead observed the drugged-up sex-beasts that preyed on one another's pleasures around the villa, Adam found himself increasingly stimulated, despite his discomfort with the idea of mind-altering drugs. His previously loose pants felt uncomfortably tight as his body responded to the provided stimuli in the only natural way: by rushing blood to his groin and flooding his mind with ideas of participating in the orgy below. Adam stood up, his hand slowly rubbing the shaft of his member through the fabric of his pants without him even fully realizing it, and took a step through the haze of his mind, towards the villa.
