I remember the day perfectly. I was in Toronto for a business trip. Monday, April 7th. 4:16 p.m. It was still sunny and warm outside, the perfect temperature. I was wear a sundress that hugged me in every right place. I was scheduled to take some pictures of a "mystery man." I had completely no idea who it was. My boss like to do those all the time, so we can "get a rush of inspiration from our wonderful, wonderful brains and give our God given talent a chance to shine." Of course, those were not my words; I would never speak like that. Boss arranged the photoshoot to be set up in the Dulovo with only me and the Mystery Man. I have never been to that place nor ever heard of it. It sounded like a place that you'd sell drugs and play a few rounds of cards in.
But when I walked in..it was amazing. The lighting was spot on, the place had a vibe that was so chill you couldn't believe it, it had a combinated smell of cranberries and Axe Cologne, oh my word it was perfect.
"Excuse me..er, Ms. Balone?" While I was taking up all of the scenery, I hadn't realized that my name had been called about six times. As soon as I turned around, I was surprised. I was about to take photos of Abel Tesfaye. Now, you might be thinking that was fangirling in my head. I was doing the complete opposite. Here's a fun fact: I'm not a fan of him. At all. I mean, he has somewhat catchy songs with good beats, yeah yeah yeah. He just doesn't appeal to me like those horny 8-year old girls dream about him. That does mean that I don't find him attractive because I totally do 100%. Its just..I don't know. You get what I'm trying to say, right?
After I turned around he flashed his perfect, white smile at me with that sly grin of his. That one that could make almost any girl melt at anytime of the day. "Hey, my name is Abel. Are you the one who's taking my photos for the Exclusive Celeb Magazine?" he said. "Yeah, yeah, I know who you are. And yes, I am going to take your pictures." I replied. He then suddenly grabbed my waist roughly and grabbed my neck with a smile, yet I could sense a hint of what felt like wickedness. It made a chill go down my spine. "Listen to me, woman. Don't get an attitude with me, or you'll regret it." I normally would have argued right back, but Boss always says "The customers are always right, always." So, I just gave him a big smile and asked him to politely to stand by the window and pose to his preference. No matter who it is, I want the muse of my photographs to feel comfortable in what they're doing. I'm not one of those photographers that like to say "lift your chin up, straighten your back." I mean, sure I'll give a few suggestions every now and then but that happens very rarely. Now, enough of my personal opinions. Back to the story.
Basically we snapped quite a few fantastic photos in record time, had tons of laughs, and I was surprised how much I actually enjoyed working with Abel that day. But after the photoshoot while I was checking my phone to see what time it was. 6:30. It was so dark outside that somebody could possibly mistake it as being midnight already. Just as I was about to put my phone in my pocket, Abel lunged at me, taking me by surprise onto a squeaky couch by the window and got on top on me, pinning arms down.Of course, I tried to push him off, but he was more stronger than I. "LET ME GO YOU--" He put his hand over my mouth. "Look, struggling' she not gonna get you anywhere," he said while running his hands down my body slowly, "I always get what I want, and you're what I want. Now, and for a while. I'll explain everything when I'm done." I felt a object in his pocket with my leg; a sharp knife. I didn't want to be killed nor taken advantage of. Within warning, injected a needle inside of my wrist. I wish I could've screamed out, the pain was agonizing. After what felt like a few, short mere seconds, I blacked out. The last memory I have before I did was him caressing me down there, tugging off my panties.
But there's something strange about it. I sort of liked it. It's like I did, but I didn't want it. My mind is manipulating me, and I can not control it.
