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Chapter 7 - I Got Sent to the Wrong Orgy

The city blurred past me as I sped down the wet road. "Okay, Benny," I muttered. "This is your comeback. This is…"

Red and blue lights flashed in my rearview.

"Oh, come on."

I eased to the side as a cop strode up, all square jaw and thick forearms under a dark uniform. My window slid down.

"License and registration," he said flatly.

"Officer," I started, laying on my best voice. "I swear I'm not a menace. I'm just late for an interview. Like, a life-saving interview. You're literally standing between me and my redemption."

He didn't blink.

I tried again. "Look, you're…no disrespect, you're insanely hot, okay? Like, alarmingly hot. The kind of hot that makes people speed just to get pulled over. That jawline. That…." I glanced at his belt, then lower. "That uh asset situation. You've got a wagon back there, sir. Respectfully."

Nothing. Not even a smirk.

I sighed dramatically. "Wow. Stone cold. The hottest cop alive and not even a chuckle for the desperate guy in the car."

I checked the time. 2:24 PM. Shit!

"Please, officer. I'll do anything. Let me go. Just this once. My whole life is on the line."

He wrote the ticket in silence.

That was it. Something in me snapped.

"Fine," I hissed. "Fine. Be sexy and mean. That's your whole thing, right?"

He was still scribbling when I slammed the car into drive. The tires screeched, and I shot back onto the road before my brain caught up to my body.

I don't even remember the exact second it happened. One minute, I was behind the wheel, begging the car to just hold it together, the next…..it was like the world snapped.

The brakes didn't catch. My foot slammed down harder. The steering wheel jerked like it was possessed. Horns blared, glass shattered, my head whipped forward.

And then… air.

I wasn't driving anymore, I was flying. The headlights cut across nothing but black. I knew I was off the road.

The world spun. Metal shrieked. My chest hit the belt hard.

"No…please God…." The last thing I felt was the taste of blood and my own useless hands clinging to the wheel.

Then nothing. Just white noise swallowing everything.

Everything went silent….no sirens, no wind, no heartbeat, just this low hum, like the world inhaled and never exhaled again.

When I opened my eyes, I wasn't burning.

I was standing. Whole. A bag strapped to my shoulder, and a piece of paper pressed to my palm.

Room 66.

And right in front of me was a door.

A brass number: 66

Weird.

Really, really weird.

My laugh cracked out of me. "...Wait. Did I die? Is this heaven?"

I looked down the hallway…..white walls, clean carpet, lamps glowing like a hotel brochure.

No angels. No choir. Just… a door.

I rubbed my eyes. "Really, God? I begged for salvation and you give me a hallway? Room 66 is heaven? Am I about to walk into, like, eternal brunch? A gay bar for dead people? Heaven's Airbnb? Something?"

I walked closer. My heart hammered, but curiosity shoved me forward.

The sock on the doorknob was the first warning. The sounds from the other side were the second.

Still, I pushed the door open.

And froze.

"Oh my fucking…."

Three people. Completely, disgustingly naked. Two guys, one girl, tangled together.

What the…..

They screamed. Someone threw a pillow. Another shouted, "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Are you fucking STUPID?!"

"Get out, creep!"

"Close the damn door!"

I slammed the door shut, my face was all red. My ears started ringing as I stared at the number again.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." My jaw dropped. "That's not 66. It's 99. I died and got sent to the wrong orgy."

I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "This is definitely not heaven."

I stood in the hallway, with the paper dangling from my fingers, still hearing the muffled moans and angry yelling from behind the door.

"This… this cannot be death," I muttered, pacing. "Death is supposed to be, like, poetic. A soft white light, me looking hot in slow motion, maybe my ancestors clapping when I walk in."

Instead? I crashed a car, begged God for a second chance, and ended up in a live threesome?

I glanced at the paper again. "So it wasn't sixty-six. Of course. Because why would anything in my life, or death be straightforward?"

I gripped the strap of my bag tighter. "Fine. Room ninety-nine. Let's see what death wants from me, because at this point? I have no idea what's happening."

And with that, I started walking.

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