Compulsion

Chapter 6.2

Fear. Uncertainty. Hope. Determination. A drop of curiosity. All these feelings are overwhelming me when I go to one of the high-rises of the City. The concierge gave me a key card to the apartment without asking a single question and gestured at the elevators.

I take the lift to the thirtieth floor in silence, and cross the threshold of the elegantly furnished studio in silence. The interior is empty and dark, and the panoramic windows are covered with curtains, making it impossible to enjoy the beautiful view of the River Thames...

Before the absolute darkness swallows me...

Number unknown: 'There is a pillow on the sofa next to a blindfold. Put the pillow on the floor, get on your knees, and put on a blindfold. And don't you dare bluff.'

I am not going to rebel. I have no choice. Either I follow the rules, or I die with my brother.

I take off my boots, step on the soft carpet, carefully following all the instructions. I am scared. Why does he need these requirements? Why are we texting? I don't understand it, but I'm not going to ask.

Who cares? Instead, I follow the instructions carefully: I take the black silk ribbon, get down on the floor, put my knees on the soft pillow, and deny myself the opportunity to see what is happening around me. Voluntarily. No cheating. I blindfold myself well enough to prevent the small rays of light from the sconce from getting into my field of view.

The loss even of one sense frightens me. My imagination immediately starts conjuring up visions of unpleasant things that may happen to me. It's probably the aftertaste from yesterday's dinner, or maybe the fear that things might end up much worse tonight.

This can be worse than sex. I can die.

But I transferred the money to the hospital, and Adam is being prepared for surgery. Nothing else matters. If I survive this day, there will be nothing left to fear. I hope so.

The sound of footsteps behind my back brings me back to reality He walks silently, like a tiger, making me feel like a game. Fear creeps up my spine, a light breeze touches my body and quickly disappears, but goosebumps manage to scatter over my skin, and a mysterious stranger gives a laugh.

'Hello, Donatella,' the man says in a low voice. He sounds nice but I hardly care about it at this very moment. 'I hope your brother feels better.'

I don't even ask how he managed to know about Adam. It doesn't really matter, even if it makes me feel bewildered.

'You are more beautiful than the photos,' the same soft footsteps are heard around me. He sounds like a predator. 'We'll give a lot of pleasure to each other.'

These words spoken with a tone of hoarseness make me shudder, and images of this pleasure immediately pop up in my mind. Unpleasant kisses, sticky touches of the man's hands make me feel dirty. And then... There will be an inevitable intimacy. I'm shivering again, but not because of the chill, and I don't feel as excited as romantic characters.

Nasty memories of yesterday arouse a desire to give up the dangerous venture, return the money and run as far away as possible from the cursed place. From the man, who stopped in front of me and is probably inspecting my body now from top to bottom, while I am sitting in a typical submissive pose. Hopefully, Christian Grey is not his real name.

But common sense prevails, reminding me why I'm here.

'What should I do?' I ask in a trembling voice, touching the blindfold.

My fingers are abruptly removed from my face, and a rough hand is stroking my cheek instead. I feel like a toy that has been praised for obedience. His thumb circles my cheekbone, falls down to my chin, touches my lower lip, gliding along its line. This gesture does not comfort me at all, it only makes me shudder once again.

'Spend a few nights with me.'

'But...'

'Believe me, you will enjoy it.'

His hand touches my face for the last time, and then sharply tears off the folds of my shirt. I can hear the buttons scattering away, rolling up and down, and then the fabric ripping sound reaches my ears.

His fingers lower the bra cups down, exposing my breast. Coolness envelops my body, causes unbidden goosebumps, and tremendous fear denies to leave my mind. But it fades into the background, giving way to humility.

That's it. The game has begun. There's no going back.

I lower my head, finally exhaling the carbon dioxide accumulated in my lungs and try to inhale a portion of oxygen. I want to see. I need to see him and things that are about to happen. The blindfold just increases my fear. It prevents me from forecasting the next move of the man.

'I don't want to see a sad face,' his rough fingers touch my chin, forcing me to lift my head up. We are probably face to face now. 'I like to watch when a woman is soaking up sensual pleasures, not suffering a martyr's trial.'

Minty breath falls like a light veil on my face. On my lips. It penetrates into my lungs along with the oxygen. Keep breathing, Lo.

'Why?'

'Don't ask too many questions.'

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