by Helen Cooper
As soon as I opened the closet I froze. It was filled with women’s clothes. Were these Eugenie’s clothes? I bit my lower lip as I went through the pockets of all of the trousers. I didn’t feel like I was snooping in the closet. I mean I was just looking through the clothes. It’s not every day you get locked in a room with nothing to do. It’s not every day that you think you’ve been kidnapped¸ even if you did go to the house voluntarily. I was searching through a pocket when I saw a stack of letters on the top shelf. My heart froze and I pulled them off of the shelf quickly. They were all stacked carefully, with a small silver paperclip keeping them together. I held them to me and looked towards the door to make sure no one was about to come into the room. I walked back to the bed and looked at the pile of handwritten letters anxiously. I stared at the first letter and immediately my eyes started reading.
The first kiss was like poison. Once I had a taste of him, I was dead. Once he had a taste of me he was crazy. We were crazy in love. We were crazy in the head. We were parasites to each other. I didn’t know how to get away. How do you leave the man you love? How do you cleanse yourself of toxins when your body craves them? I don’t know the answer. All I know is that I’m consumed by him.
There was no name at the bottom of the letter, but all I could think is that Eugenie must have written the letter. I eagerly placed the first letter next to me on the bed and read the second one.
He took me out today. I thought he was going to give me my freedom. I cried at the possibility of my loss. He cried too, but for a different reason. We made love in the fields. There were flowers of every color: green, red, yellow, blue, purple, and pink. They filled my every sense. I felt like I was in another world. I wanted to be in another world. I didn’t want the magic to stop. I didn’t want to go back.
My heart started beating rapidly as I read the letters. What did she mean by she thought he was going to give her her freedom. Had Grant kidnapped her as well? I quickly turned to the next letter.
I got high today. It felt good. I didn’t tell him and I feel guilty. I think he knows though. I don’t want him to know where I got the drugs. I don’t want him to know what I did or my secrets. I feel dirty. But I also feel good. God help me, but I love this feeling. I’m flying so high. I’m fucking flying on a magic carpet and he’s taking me to hell and back.
I shivered and turned to the next letter quickly.
Am I crazy? I lied. He lied. I want to leave before I break down. I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have trusted him. He’s going to be my downfall. And now it’s over.
What had Eugenie lied about? Was it the drugs again? I felt frustrated reading the letters and not knowing exactly what she was talking about.
Help me. I’m scared. If you find this, please help me. I’m Eugenie Parker. I’m 21 years old and I’ve been kidnapped.
I dropped the letter on my lap. So it was Eugenie. I could feel my face growing hotter as my stomach started to churn, but I kept on reading.
I am I cried. I am. I’m trying. Writing in black and white is hard. He doesn’t know what’s happening. What’s happened? I don’t know if he cares. He abandoned me. I haven’t left this room in three days. Help me, please. There’s no magic anymore. Just me. Only me.
I turned quickly to the next letter, but it was just a blank piece of paper. All of the rest of the pages were blank. I glanced back at the letters and reread them, trying to memorize them and find clues anywhere that I could. What had happened to Eugenie? What had Grant done? How had she died? Did Tyler know what had happened? Had he been here working for Grant? Had he locked her in this room like he’d done me? Had he promised her she’d be okay as well? Had I walked into a trap? And if so, what did it mean that I was now in her room. Was I next?
Chapter Four
I woke up to someone touching my face. The room was dark and I realized I must have fallen asleep after I’d hidden the letters back in the closet. I blinked in the dark and tried to make out the face of who was with me. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw Tyler. I wasn’t sure what I would have done if it had been Grant.
“Hi, how are you doing?” He asked as I sat up and looked at him.
“How do you think?” I replied in a surly fashion. I didn’t care if he thought I was a bitch. He couldn’t expect that I was going to act happy to see him.
“You look well rested.”
“Are you going to let me leave now?”
“What if I said you could leave.” He tilted his head to the side.
“I can go?”
“Do you want to go?” His brows furrowed and he gazed at me with such a sad look that I felt my heart breaking for the unspoken hurt in his eyes, What was Tyler’s story? Something in me couldn’t look away or talk as I stared at him. I’d never experienced such a feeling before. I felt as if I were having an out-of-body experience as we stared at each other.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked me softly as we sat in the dark room.
“Wondering how I got myself into this position.” I said after a few seconds of silence and sighed as I continued to stare at him. “It’s just my luck that the one guy I chose to have a one-night stand with is a psycho.”
“That is a shame.” He nodded.
“How could you work for him?” I asked him with a confused face. “How could you work for someone so crazy?”
“I don’t think he’s crazy.” He shrugged.
“He had you lock me up in this room.” I rolled my eyes. “He’s crazy.”
“He does everything for a reason.”
“What sort of reason?” I had started to get annoyed and loud.
"I'll huff and I'll puff and..."
"You'll blow my house down?" I finished his sentence for him and he smiled slowly.
"You're not a little piggy, dear Evie." His voice was throaty as he grabbed the front of my shirt. "I'm planning on doing a lot more than blowing your house down."
“What?” I gasped as I fell towards him. “What are you doing?”
“I was about to kiss you, unless you wanted to leave. However, I feel like you’re the sort of girl that wants to get to the bottom of this before you leave.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you’ve had several opportunities to make a run for it.” He paused. “I gave you several opportunities.”
“I didn’t realize how serious everything was.”
“Did he show you his chain last night?”
I nodded without answering, my face burning with shame at how easily I’d given myself to Grant.
“Did you use it?”
“Use the chain?” I repeated dumbly. “How would we use the chain?”
Tyler stood up then and bent down and picked something up. I could see the silhouette of his body reflected on the wall behind him.
“It’s long and hard and stiff, yet surprisingly supple in my hands.” He said softly as he stood there.
“What are you talking about?” I looked down to his pants.
“Get your mind out of the gutter.” He grinned as he held up his chain. “What do you think?”
“Oh.” I stared at the chain for a few seconds and jumped off of the bed. I touched the chain gingerly, wondering how this cold piece of metal could ever be used in a loving way.
“Are you thinking about him?” He whispered in my ear as his right hand grabbed my breast.
“No.” I shook my head slightly and gasped as he pushed me back onto the bed.
“Good. This is about us.”
“Why did he—” I started and he cut me off his with his lips.
“Now is not the time for talking. Now is the time for loving. Now is the time for me to show you what it’s like to experience ecstasy in every fiber of your being.”
“What are you going to do?”
“What am I not allowed to do?” His voice was hoarse.
“Why?”
“Because that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
“I can’t slee
p with you.” I shook my head. “It wouldn’t be right.”
“Why not?”
“I, I...” I looked away from him and blushed. “I already slept with Grant.”
“So you want to be with Grant?” His voice was a question.
“No.” I shook my head and then paused. “I mean, I don’t know.” I shivered as he ran his fingers across my stomach.
“What are you thinking about right now?” He bent down and kissed my stomach.
“I’m thinking this is absolutely crazy. I’m thinking I need to leave.” I held my breath as his tongue played in my belly button and he kissed my stomach.
“Grant thinks you wanted to have a threesome.” He said softly as his tongue licked down my stomach and stopped at the top of the pants he’d given me to wear earlier.
“No, of course not.” I shook my head. “I don’t want that.” Just because I’d thought that they’d wanted it didn’t mean I did. No, not at all. Especially now that I was pretty sure Grant was a psycho. Now, I couldn’t lie to myself about Tyler. I wanted him badly.
“Good.” He nodded. “That’s not what I want either.”
“What do you want?” I looked into his eyes and searched for an answer.
“It’s not about what I want.” He rolled away from me and stood up.
“Where are you going?” I watched as he walked to the closet and opened it. My heart raced as I worried he would see the letters I’d put back. However, he didn’t even look at the top shelf. Instead, he pulled out some knee-high stockings, a black bra, some black panties, a pair of black heels and a lace piece of material.
“I want you to put these on.” He handed them to me. “And put the lace over your face.”
“Over my face?”
“I want you to cover your eyes.” He nodded, a smirk on his face. “I want to make sure you can’t see.”
“Why?” I frowned and sat up, brushing my hair away from my face as I stared at him.
“This is a test.”
“A test?”
“A test to see who you really want.”
“What?” I frowned. “And stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you can see into my soul.”
“Oh, but I can Evie.”
“No you can’t.” I bit my lower lip nervously as I touched the delicate garments he had handed me. “And I don’t understand why you want me to wear these items.”
“I already told you.” He laughed. “It’s a test. You’re going to put these items on and you’re going to lie on the floor with your legs in the air and wait.”
“Wait for what?”
“You’ll know when I’m ready for you.”
“You just want me to lie there and wait.”
“I want you to lie there and wait for me.”
“On the ground?” I trembled, as he licked his lips.
“Yes, on the ground by the door. There’s a cool breeze that comes through the door. I want you to lie there and imagine it’s my tongue.”
“Why?”
“I want you to lie there on your back with your legs in the air waiting to be fucked. I want your pussy to throb with sweet anticipation. I want your nipples to harden waiting to be touched. I want your stomach to churn with excitement. I want your heart to beat fast with every sound you hear. I want your body to experience the exhilaration of not knowing what’s going to come next.”
“Then you’re going to touch me?” I whispered and stared at his lips. How could I say no to him when I was already wet?
“I’ll only touch you, if it’s me you want.”
“What?”
“As you lie there waiting, your body will tell you who you’re craving.”
“How?” I asked him stupidly. I already knew who my body was craving, though I didn’t understand how I could want to be with Tyler so badly.
“Because when you feel the first touch of a finger or a feather, someone’s face will pop into your mind. Then you’ll know who you really want.”
“I don’t understand.” I shook my head in confusion. Wasn’t it going to be him touching me?
“You won’t know if it’s me or Grant touching you.”
“What?” My jaw dropped. “I don’t understand.” I dropped the underwear on the bed. “Both of you are going to touch me?” I shivered. “Isn’t that considered a threesome?”
“No.” He shook his head. “Only one of us will touch you. You will not know who.”
“I can’t just lie there and wait.” I stumbled over my words, excitement coursing through my body. “I can’t let someone touch me and not know who.”
“Why not?” He ran his fingers across my lips roughly. “What are you afraid of?”
“I’m not afraid of anything.” I shook my head. “Why am I here? Am I just a sex toy? Is that why Grant won’t let me leave?”
“You’re here because you met Grant at a bachelor party. He offered you five grand for a dance and you slept with him.” He shrugged and I could hear a tinge of anger in his voice.
“So why are you coming on to me?” I snapped.
“Because I think you made a mistake with Grant.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Because you want me.” He smiled smugly and leaned in. “You want me to fuck you so badly, I can see it in your eyes.”
“No, I don’t.” I swallowed hard. “Where’s Grant?”
“Do you really want to be with him? Didn’t you say he was crazy?”
“No, you said he was...” My voice trailed off. “I want to know what happened to Eugenie.”
“Why?” His face turned to stone. “I told you earlier that—”
“I don’t care what you told me earlier.” I shook my head and then gazed at his hands as he pulled some pearls out of his pocket. “What are they?”
“I want to put them around your neck.” He smiled. “Maybe you’ll find out what else they can be used for later.”
“Will you tell me about Eugenie?” I asked softly. “I don’t need to know what happened to her. You don’t have to tell me what happened, I just want to know about her.”
“Is that why you haven’t left?” He ran his fingers across my lips. “You want to get to the bottom of her story, don’t you? Even though, you have no idea who she is.”
“I want to know what happened to her, yes.”
“And you want to fuck me too, don’t you.” He pushed his finger into my mouth and I sucked on it gently before biting down with my teeth. “Do you wish that was my cock in there instead?” He whispered in my ear.
“You’ll just have to wait and see.” I licked his finger delicately while staring at him and his eyes never left mine.
“I told you what happens to little girls that play with wolves.” He said hoarsely and then I smiled at him.
“There’s one thing you forgot to take into account.” I said softly, my heart beating fast. “I’m not Little Red Riding Hood and I’m not a little girl. I’m a wolf hunter and when I get one in my grip, it’s very hard for them to survive.” I moved my lips to his cheek and gave him a quick kiss before moving to his ear and whispering. “In a game of predator and prey, it’s not always the predator that comes out on top.” I could feel my heart racing, as I played his game and his hand immediately fell to my ass as he held me against him tightly. He turned slightly and his eyes looked black in the poor light, before he turned to whisper in my ear.
“I don’t care who’s on top, Evie.” His tongue licked my ear. “I just care that it’s me you’re thinking about when my hard cock is inside of you.” He grabbed my hand and placed it on his hardness. “I want every long hard stroke to make you think of me.” My fingers gripped his hardness and I swallowed as he grew even harder in my hands. “Now take your clothes off, put on the panties, bra and blindfold and wait. Don’t touch yourself either. I want your body waiting in sweet anticipation for the moment when one of us touches you.”
“I don’t want–�
� I started, but he cut me off and stepped away from me.
“Legs in the air, Evie. You’ll find the not-knowing when or who will make it, even more exciting.” And then he walked out of the room, leaving the door open. I stared at the open door and then at the underwear he’d given me. I couldn’t believe that I was even contemplating staying; especially after seeing the letters and being locked up in the room. However, I just couldn’t seem to leave. Not yet. I wanted to see how everything was going to play out. I wanted to find out exactly what was going on here. And if I was honest with myself, I wanted to be with Tyler as well. I didn’t think about that too hard though as I didn’t know what it said about me.
Chapter Five
Tyler was right. The anticipation of not knowing what was coming was exciting and scary. As I lay on the carpet by the door, I felt self-conscious in my bra and panties. I also wondered what the fuck I was doing lying here. I have to admit that a part of me felt like a fool. I mean, how can you not? Here I was, practically naked, with my legs in the air, waiting for someone to come and touch me. Yes, it was the sexiest situation I’d ever been in, but it was also one of the dumbest. I know some people would wonder why I stayed then. They’d ask, like Hailey, what happened to my brain? What can I tell you? I don’t know. Maybe the endorphins that were rushing through my body were warping my mind. I don’t know. I can’t explain it. My brain was shouting at me to leave, but another part of me - the daredevil part - didn’t want me to leave. The daredevil part of me wanted to see what was going to happen. The confident part of me felt like I could get through this. It was almost as if I had something to prove to myself. I wanted to get to the bottom of the Eugenie mystery and I wanted to work out Tyler’s story. I knew that wanting to sleep with Tyler wasn’t something I could control. It was my body, it was my soul. There was a deeper story to Tyler. I could see it in the sadness of his eyes. I could hear it in the hesitation in his voice when he spoke about Grant. I could feel it in the way his fingers touched me tenderly. Something in him struck a chord in me.
