I was in the library. I was in the middle of a book, alone at my table, no others are really around to make noise or be bothersome in any way. Sighing, I relax into my comfortable wooden chair and continue to read. Suddenly I feel a warm hard hand upon my leg--and as I turn to look a man clad in the purest black looks me into the eyes. We sit there for a few dazzling seconds, my eyes on, in, his deep blue ones. I feel as if I am being pulled down, down, down into the depths of darkness. I slowly place the novel on the table, still making eye contact with the stranger, for I am unable to avert my gaze. His skin is pale and his features dark. His cheekbones are strong and high, the silhouette of his skull is visible in his face. His raven hair is straight and falls neatly around his face. Then I realize that his hand is still on my leg, so I watch him stroking now with long fingers and scratching slowly with long perfect nails. Then his fingernails push painfully into my thigh.
"Ouch! Stop that, who are you?!" I ask stupidly, not half expecting an answer.
"I am your Master," the pale man said very simply, "and you now belong to me, because I have chosen you. Let us go now."
Paralyzed with fear, I watch his quick movements as he rises from the chair beside me. I stand up hypnotically, not knowing what else to do. He grips my hand, hard.
"One false move and you shall regret," his deep voice echoes in my brain, sends shivers up and down my spine. We walk together out of the library, his long strides and my quick ones, as I attempt to keep up with the strange man who has me under his spell. The librarians glance up from their computers to see us exiting the library, and think how cute it is that young people have such fun together.
Once outside, the man opens the door of a shiny black car and I cautiously peer inside. But before I can think about it, he pushes me into the back seat and slams the door. I am totally disoriented and finally begin to protest. There is another man beside me in the back seat who is watching my every move. The pale man gets into the driver's seat and starts the car. I panic. The man in the back seat is smiling at me through dark glasses. He seems to be laughing at me. When I try to hit him he catches my hand before it even gets near to him.
"Oh, you're trying to attack already and I haven't even introduced myself yet," the muscular man in the dark glasses says, "How rude. Master, did you see the little girl try at that?" He chuckles and continues to grasp my arm singlehandedly.
There is no answer from the man called Master.
"Let me go you...you....bastard!" I cry desperately.
"Heh heh, fiesty bitch, isn't she Master? She will surely be a good one for you," the man of darkness smiles comfortably, knowingly. I struggle to retrieve my arm but instead of letting it go the dark man grabs my other arm and swings me around so my back is to him, with my hands held tight behind me. His hands are big. My shirt becomes tight across my chest from his pull. He leans to my ear and whispers,
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" I squirm futilely. "I am going to rip off all of those useless clothes and push you down onto the ground and fuck your mouth till I cum deep into your throat."
The master turns his head sideways and says,
"She is mine, you know this. Release her but sheild her view."
The man in the black sunglasses immediately releases my hands only to cover my eyes. It is completely dark now.
Finally the car stops and I feel the sensation of descent. We resume driving for a short time then stop.
I am released, I can see again, yet there is nothing to see except darkness.
The pale man opens the door and steps out. The dark man also gets out, dragging me by the arm.
We walk together for a while then the pale man opens a door. A dim light appears in the darkness. It is a room, a room with antique furniture, candlelit and with many chains attached to the walls and a big padded chair, blood red in colour.