Call Connected

Zacky's POV:

Flash Back

Meghan had left with her barely twenty-one year old boyfriend. Thankfully the divorce was quick. That didn't make it hurt any less however. There was a part of me that had always felt things weren't right from the jump. I just didn't want to admit it.

I was left with a few options. Option number one fall into a depressing rut and make myself miserable over something I can't change. Option number two sweep it under the rug and deal with it later. Option number three focus on work; whether it's writing for Avenged or merch for Vengeance University. I decided to go with option three.

Things with Avenged were going good. New music had been written up. It was simply a waiting game. They'd call me when they were ready to start doing demos. So I did the only thing I could, hide myself away and focus on Vengeance University.

I knew I'd been at this all morning without luck. I also knew there was no way I was going to give it. Vengeance University needed new designs. If for nothing else then my own sanity.

My feet are tapping to a rhythm all their own when my phone rings. I answer thinking it's one of the guys calling about demos.

The voice on the receiver is make but not one I know. My hands is writes down the address. Before I can say anything the line goes dead.

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That call wouldn't get out of my head. Who was that guy? What the fuck is at that address? After five days I couldn't take it anymore.

Climbing into my car I take the trip to the address. I find myself sitting outside a regular looking building.

My curiosity would not be tamed. Without having to really think about it my feet move my body into the building. I walk in and see a normal office building.

A man is sitting at a desk. Clearly he's security. Even Shadz would be envious of his muscles. I explain to him about the phone call. He gives me a smile then tells me to head on up.

There was nothing that could have prepared me for what I was going to find on the up stairs floors. I step into the elevator. There are no buttons to push.

"Don't worry I'll get you where you need to go." Comes the security guard's voice.

The elevator starts moving. A minute or less and the elevator dings. Just as the doors open to let me off his voice comes again.

"Good luck." I exit the elevator confused.

What did luck have to do with anything? What's really happening here? I'm taken back into the moment with an arm pulling me along. I see a short, skinny blonde haired man dragging me where he deems I should be. I shake off any questioning thoughts and pay attention.

"Hello follow me." He greets with a smile that's a little to cheerfully of you ask me.

I nod my head. What the fuck is this place?

He motions in front of me. There's a desk with a computer on it and a chair. When I don't move he pushes me towards it. I take a seat in the chair.

"I'll keep my fingers crossed for you." He calls.

What the hell does that mean? I glance back and he's gone. I guess there's only one way to get answers. Teaching for the mouse I click the enter button.

All the average questions are there: name, age, birthday. I filled those out and clicked continue.

The next page of questions was still normal. Asking about my eye color, hair color, height, occupation. The answers are filled in then I'm onto the next page.

This is where I notice things start to get weird. What's your status: married, divorced, single or other, of other please explain. How much sex are you currently having? How many times do you climax? How often do you masturbate? Do you have trouble climaxing on your own? These questions too are filled out with a resounding no to the last one.

If I thought the last page was weird I didn't even know the definition. Page four was by far the most insane thing I've ever read. Questions consisted of everything from: if I ever wanted to be cut, electrocuted and/or strangled while having sex, or if I was turned on by urination and defecation, or would I be willing to be gang banged.

I typed in or clicked my answers then slammed the submit button. A message pops up telling me that Brad would come and get me soon.

The same man from earlier comes back. A creepy smile across his lips. He leads me to a door. I can hear people talking on the other side. We walk through. He takes me down rows of desks. Each person on a headset chatting away.

Wait a minute. Are they all. . .

"Welcome to Buns Incorporated." His smile stretches wider as he points to another desk. This one holds only a phone and a headset.

It dawns on me exactly what this office building truly is. I blink rapidly thinking maybe one of the guys was pulling a prank on me. When I realize Brad is giving me an all business look I know that is not the case.

I debate with myself about walking away or actually trying this out. After a few minutes one clearly won out.

Sitting down at the desk I place the headset on. That was how I became Zacky V phone sex operator.

I had no idea what to say. The guys and I are standing there watching Johnny's car get farther and farther away.

It started to feel like I couldn't breathe. Every alarm bell in my head was blasting at me to get away. Get away from this place and away from this moment.

"I have to go." To me it sounded like I was yelling. The look on Matt's face however said he could barely hear me.

I shove every single thing down. I run like my ass was on fire. I don't stop until I'm home. Where I can try to lock myself away from it all. 

Even I had to laugh at that. There was absolutely no way to escape from what I was feeling.

The foremost feeling was that I. . .

I honestly had know idea what to think or feel.

Notes

Thank you DaphneG for commenting again