Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is not meant to be completely realistic. It contains things that I do not condone, and that you shouldn't condone either. Books, movies, and music do not include these actions to encourage them. They include them to add interest, to tell a good story, to allow the reader/watcher to ask themselves how they would react in a given situation, and to let people explore things in their minds that would not be safe to explore in real life.
Characters in this story make some remarkably poor choices.
As a PSA, do NOT trust random people on the Internet. Be smart. Expect people to earn your trust, not be given it. If you are with someone new, take pictures of license plates and send them to a friend. Make sure someone always knows where you are. Don't be afraid to offend someone. If someone isn't concerned about your safety, they are not someone you want to have any kind of relationship with.
Final Fantasy of a Gamer
Part 1 - Pitfall from the Past
Adam was living the dream. The 23-year-old had been fortunate. Thanks to a scholarship and some help from mom and dad, he graduated with no debt. By the time he had finished his senior year, he already had a job lined up.
Now, a bit over a year later, he had an apartment all to himself and a new car. With the money he was making, he was able to enjoy himself and still save for a home someday. He couldn't have asked for more.
It was Thursday night. The weekend was almost here again. Having finished his dinner of hot pockets, he sat on his garage sale couch playing his favorite first-person shooter.
Beside him, his phone rang. He glanced over for a split second. He didn't recognize the number. Ignoring it, he moved his attention back to the game. His team was behind, but not by much. Three of them were doing well, but not quite well enough to make up for the guy who was 1-10.
The phone rang again. He didn't even look this time. He had more immediate concerns. His team was only down by one. They could do this.
Tie game. The phone stopped ringing. A few seconds later, his team pulled ahead, 47-46.
The phone rang yet again. What the hell? He glanced over, it was the same number as the first call. Who on earth would have the nerve to call repeatedly like this?
His inattention cost him. When he turned his attention back to the game, he had been killed. He must not have been the only one, because the game was over. They lost 48-50.
Damnit.
Annoyed, he backed out of the lobby and picked up his still-ringing phone. "Yes?"
"Is Adam there?" It was a female voice with a southern accent, not a voice he recognized.
"This is him. Who is this?" He couldn't hide the annoyance in his voice, though honestly, he wasn't trying very hard.
"You don't know me. My name is Charlotte..."
Adam lowered the phone, preparing to hang up.
"I'm friends with Tricia."
He stopped, then put the phone back to his ear.
"Tricia who? I don't know any Tricia."
The woman on the other end laughed. "Oh yes, you do. You know...Tricia, the woman you spent countless hours talking to on the computer and the phone...the woman you wanted to be a slave to?"
Adam felt his anxiety rising. His chest tightened. "I...I don't know what you are talking about."
"Oh stop. I know it's you. I got your number from her."
He considered continuing to deny it, but in the end, decided against it. "Why did she give you my number? What do you want from me?"
"Well, first, she didn't give me your number as much as I found it in her address book. But as for what I want...I want you to stop being such a tease and to fuck her already."
Adam was taken aback. "I uh...I don't think...we haven't even talked in quite a while."
That was true. Adam had talked to the woman through almost all of college. They had met in a chat room and hit it off. They traded pictures, some of them more erotic than others. The woman wasn't like anyone he had known before. She made it known that she got what she wanted. And for some reason, what she wanted was him.
It had been flattering, and the way she talked to him was incredibly erotic. It turned him on to no end. They had talked frequently about the things she would do to him.
They had also frequently discussed meeting. The much older woman had insisted that if they ever met, if they were so much as in the same room together, he would be hers forever.
Something about that appealed deeply to Adam. They had talked about giving a relationship a try. He had confessed his desire to belong to her on numerous occasions.
It was something Adam had struggled a great deal with. He wanted to get married someday, to have a normal life, but he knew that he would never feel complete without giving in to his desire to experience being a slave.
What he really wanted was to give Tricia a year of his life, but then be free to pursue his goal of a family. He has told her as much. But she had insisted that once she had him, there would be no turning back.
Adam had continued toying with the idea in his head. He floated the idea of giving himself to the woman for as long as she desired, with the understanding that someday she would let him have his normal life.
One night, when he had gotten particularly carried away, he had even suggested that when their time together was at an end, she could be the one to choose the woman he would marry.
He had no idea why he had said that. He felt ridiculous for even thinking it.
Fortunately, she hadn't gone for the idea. She had however eventually given in to the idea of him giving himself to her for a year, though she still insisted that once they were together, it would be forever.
She had started to talk about a contract, an agreement between them spelling out when and how he would be her slave.
It had eventually become too much for Adam. All the same feelings were still there, but the woman began to scare him. As a result, he stopped talking to her. He knew it was rude to just ghost the woman. She deserved better. But he had to do it for his own sanity.
