The October breeze whispered gently over the verdant campus, rustling the branches of oak trees and scattering a fluttering confetto of fiery leaves down upon the sun-drenched walkways. Though classes had just ended for the day, the energy surging throughout the college town was palpable, a palpitation that shuddered with the vibrations of youth's unyielding curiosity and passion.
The seemingly eternal dance between teenage dreams and academic ambitions painted a symphony of enthusiasm and desire. It was amongst this orchestration of intellectual pursuits and esteemed aspirations that Sarah Thompson found herself entangled, a siren ensnared in a sea of mortarboards and ivy-draped walls.
Sarah, a young woman of striking beauty, having the embodiment of nature's most resplendent and captivating elements, guided like a laser sighted hawk through the cobbled streets and serene gardens of her enchanted college.
Her long blonde hair billowed behind her like a golden waterfall as she moved, her slender figure a delicate and intricate tapestry of femininity. She was, to others, a glowing beacon of hope and vitality, a breathing enigma of mystery and seduction. Underneath her deep-set blue eyes and academic prowess, lay the heart of a woman lusting for great love making. She fantasized about many classmates, but she knew she was too busy to have anyone special.
So, it was in solitude that she would indulge in the pleasures of her own body. But there was one caveat that she held close to her heart: she could never let her passion for self-gratification overshadow her dedication to her studies. Most nights found her passed out after a grueling match with long form essays. Others where she did have the energy for her favorite vibrating tool was the best reward available for her.
That was how her last relationship ended. The quiet closeness that she enjoyed was overshadowed by the selfish needs of her boyfriends. They always wanted sex, which was usually OK with her if they just were not terrible at it. She knew she was not perfect, but she hated how either her jaw got numb after 30 minutes of sucking their dicks or how they would cum long before she did. If she could find a real dick that wasn't attached to an asshole and blow it's load so quickly - that would be nice.
It was Friday evening, and the pressure of her studies was weighing heavy upon her shoulders these days, and the burden threatened to break her at any moment. As she stood, leaning against the cool stone wall of the library making sure she had all the books needed for her assignment, Sarah felt the weight of her existence pressing down upon her. Reading all of these would surely take hours and eat up most of her weekend. But that was life.
The sun, dipping below the horizon, began to cast a golden glow over the campus, bathing everything in its path in a warm and inviting light. A soft breeze played with her hair, tousling the golden locks that cascaded down her back. It seemed as though the very air was trying to comfort her, to ease the tension that gripped her heart.
As she turned the corner from the library outside, she felt a presence nearby. She turned to find a stranger leaning against the wall, his dark eyes boring into her soul. She had never seen him before on campus and he looked very old with long ashen hair and lanky body. She couldn't help but stop as if his gaze commanded her. Sarah's heart raced, it was his grin that was the creepiest. He had an aura that was almost otherworldly.
"Who are you?" she asked, trying to hide the fear in her voice.
The man chuckled softly, his voice mellifluous and reassuring. "I am here to give you a gift," he declared, holding out his hand.
Sarah recoiled at first, her instinctual fight-or-flight response desperately wanting to take over. But something in his eyes kept her hesitation. She glanced at the object in his hand. It was a locket, crafted of some strange black metal, inlaid with a single button on its surface.
"What...what is it?" she inquired, her voice barely above a whisper.
His dark eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief as he ignored her question. "I am here to help you dear. I have seen you struggling. I know your heart desires more from this world." His voice gravelly but firm.
The locket glinted in his hand as he spoke, seeming to pulse softly with an inner light. Sarah's curiosity was piqued as she gazed into it. "Time is an enemy of us all," he said as she finally lifted it from his palm.
"With this, you can make the world around you stop." His voice paused for deep breaths after each sentence. "Let you breath. Let you focus. Everyone deserves a chance, don't you agree?"
Sarah looked over only seeing a button on one side. "It freezes...time?"
"Yes" His voice slithered. "You will not need to eat or have thirst. Be warned of consequences. What you create there or leave behind will follow."
"Create...will follow...what?" Sarah furrowed her eyebrows until she looked up to see the man was gone without a trace. She looked around trying to see where he went. The air around her seemed to hum with an unfamiliar energy, and the once warm October breeze now felt cool and clammy on her skin.
Sarah stared down at the device in her hand again, her heart pounding in her chest as she considered the implications of what she had just received. She had initially hesitated to take the strange man's offering, fearing that it might be some sort of trick or joke. But as he had disappeared without a trace, leaving her alone with the device in her hand, she found herself compelled to explore its mysteries.
The sun had set when she got back to her room. It was adorned with framed art, books, and a four-poster bed, which was the sanctuary where she would spend most nights. Here, she could lose herself in the winding rivers of ecstasy and find release from the unrelenting pressures of academia. On rare nights, she would spend time there with her good friend Emily, the only other person in the world who knew what a horny slut she was.
Tonight was different. The creepy man left a bad taste in her mouth and immediately placed the locket onto her dresser drawer. It was impossible to set those thoughts aside. Was it true? What if it could really stop time? She could do so much with that, she fantasized a bit. It would certainly make quick work of all those books she had, she thought.
She made her usual layout on the bed, with her laptop and stack of books at bay. Each time she passed by her eyes on the locket. Her will closer to breaking.
She brushed her teeth and got her pajamas on before jumping into a comfortable position in her bed quicker than most nights. She almost reached out for the locket but stopped herself. Time stopping isn't real, that's stupid the thoughts raced.
Picking up her first book, she did her best to concentrate. The words on the page were legible but it was difficult to take in. What if it was real? That guy was pretty damn creepy.
She realized that at least 10 minutes had passed, and she wasn't even past the first page. Ok, she had to know.
Setting the book to the side, she reached out to grab the locket holding it in front of her. She studied the button with a new nervousness of touching it, her heart skipping. Finally, with a bated breath and closing her eyes, she pressed it.
