Purgatory

The Beginning...

Nathaniel Cress was indeed a fine writer. At only 25, he had already wrote dozens of top sellers that sold out all over the United States. People would line up down the block to get him to sign copies of his work. One typical Saturday evening signing, a young woman, no more than 16 approached him with the first book he ever wrote, Purgatory. As the girl handed him the book he looked into her gorgeous brown eyes and decided he must have her. 

"What is your name, girl?" He asked with a voice as smooth as honey.

"I-it's Mabel." She stuttered in return, attempting to comprehend the fact that her idol was speaking to her.

He signed the book, "For the beautiful Miss Mabel. Do call me sometime, I'd like to get lost in your eyes with no limitation of time." Then he added his personal phone number, shut the book, and handed it back to her with a wink. 

Her face was rose red as she scurried off to the corner to read what he had wrote. Her eyes widened and teared up as she laughed nervously aloud. He watched her leave the building, wide hips swaying as she walked.

He waited two long days for her to call, and when she finally did, he was ecstatic. 

"H-hello?" Her stuttering just added to her appeal.

"Mabel?" He questioned.

"Y-yes, it's M-me." She paused. "Is th-this really Nat-Nathaniel Cress?"

"As I live and breath my darling. I would like to take you out, if that's okay." His voice was alarmingly calm.

"S-sure" She mumbled quietly. No man had ever taken an interest in her before, and now, the famous author whom she has always adored. Something seemed odd about it.

"Good, text my your address. I'll pick you up at 7 in my Mercedes." Then the call was ended with a click on Cress' part. 

As the hours passed Mabel paced her house, trying to find something to wear. She didn't know the dress code, because she didn't know where they were going. But she knew that she had to look stunning. She told her mother that she was going out with her best friend Claire for a night. Mumsie had to work, so she wouldn't question who had picked her up in such a fancy car.

Seven o'clock rolled by and Mabel was ready, on the outside. She looked gorgeous but was full of nervous butterflies. As a black Mercedes Benz slowly pulled into her driveway, so black that it would have blended in if it weren't for the street lamps and headlights.

As she descended down the steps of her porch, long brown, now curled, hair bouncing at her sides, Nathaniel watched her with curiosity and hunger. He was used to getting what he wanted, and the way this girl was dressed suggested that he would again have his way. He got out of the car and opened the passenger door. 

"You look... Ravishing.. My dear." He said as he saw her into her seat.

"Th-thank you." She managed, turning rose red all the way down her neck. What a gentleman. She thought to herself.

There's no way she's not a virgin. Nathaniel Cress thought as he closed her door and climbed into the drivers seat. 

There was complete silence as he turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life. The only sounds as they drove down the road were the passing of cars, sirens off in the distance, and other typical city night sounds.

They entered the parking lot of a beautiful, clearly expensive restaurant. The name was something french, and the lights outside were on spiraled metal posts. 

Nathaniel pulled up to the front of the building, got out, and handed his keys and a one hundred dollar bill to a man in a red vest. He opened Mabel's door and offered her his hand. She took it, and together they went into the building.