Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
EMME
Some cravings cannot be denied.
That was me with CNC. Going to clubs didn’t make me feel anything anymore. I wanted a soul-wrenching, destructive encounter with a stranger.
I wanted to be kept by someone… in a basement, or in a cage, like a bird or a treasured object?
I could pretend, couldn’t I?
As long as we had a code, the beginning was SANE.
That would be fine. All good.
But when he didn’t say THE word… THAT word.
I wonder if he is just messing with me?
Maybe this is a real abduction. If so, I should be scared.
HIM
Who knew that one day I would do what I had fantasized about for years?
Or that my best friend would insist on joining me.
This is fun. Filthy. Darker than a grave with the hole filled in, except, she isn’t getting killed.
I might keep her forever, though I’m not telling her that.
Or that I’m not the man she arranged to meet.
I open my cellar door and study this precious creature I’ve caught, from her toes to those pretty, tear-filled eyes.
This story has a HEA but for some that will not be enough. There are more triggers in this dark tale than stars in the sky
