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Breathing. Someone’s breathing. It’s all I can hear. Strained, shallow, labored breathing. Really labored. And foreign. Then I realize…it’s mine. It’s me. For several seconds—that seem to last an indescribable, twisted stretch of eternity—I stare up from my chair in utter disbelief, my limbs turned to mush, my brain on fire as it struggles to make sense of what just happened. As it wrestles to process the sight before me. The distinct, telling sensation of wetness all over my lower body is a good reminder—albeit one I could do without…. Magbasa pa

I stare wide-eyed, feeling a distinct strain in my face as my eyelids stretch to their limit. I can’t breathe. I can’t blink. Holy. Fucking. Hell. My head buzzes with adrenaline, and my heart does a million sprints as I try and fail to wrap my disintegrating brain around what I’m witnessing. Good God… This…this can’t possibly be normal. The box said these are supposed to be average-sized. Did I read that wrong? Did I make some sort of mistake? Does the actual sizing vary by brand like they do… Magbasa pa

I blink once. Twice. A third time. Not a single word leaves my parted lips. My brain goes static, unable to form a single coherent thought for several seconds as I remain frozen in my seat. I must have not heard him right. There’s no way he could have said something so absurd. Those are things I wish I could say and actually believe right now. But unfortunately, I know better. I meet his icy eyes reluctantly, and they greet me with their usual intensity—as well as something else I… Magbasa pa

I have no idea why, but my pussy jumps when he emphasizes the word ‘fuck’, fluttering uncontrollably like an oversized moth on cocaine. And as soon as it does, I feel the tiniest puddle of hot liquid spill out of me, dampening my panties. I silently panic, convinced that, in its shameless excitement, my vagina just accidentally elbowed my bladder and made me pee myself a little. But then, I feel it again. And I realize…it’s not piss. Far from it. It’s…arousal. And that only makes me panic even more…. Magbasa pa

Eighty Minutes Later…   Beads of cold sweat trickle down my temples and forehead, leaving little wet streaks in their wake, but they do nothing to relieve the unbearable heat emanating from my tense, contorted body. My eyes slam shut, blocking out the world in front of me but unable to stop the scream erupting from my throat. My mouth feels impossibly dry, hanging open as I pant against another sharp sting in my nipple, signaling that I’ve given Frost yet another wrong answer…for the eighth time. The tick-tock sound… Magbasa pa

He brings the tip of the square to his mouth, clamping perfect, billboard-worthy teeth down on its foil edge. I grit my own teeth hard as I watch him tear the foil open, trying desperately not to let myself panic even as I feel my breathing become more and more erratic. I feel my mouth go dry as a desert when he holds the rubber circle between his thumb and index finger, rubbing it slightly between his fingers. And, although I understand the implications of a man—and a seemingly very… Magbasa pa

Frost calmly takes his seat again, averting his cold, calculating gaze to my duffel bag. I’d be grateful for the break from his scary, intense eyes, but I’m too busy trying not to tremble in my seat or think about what he’s going to do to me next to count my blessings right now. My heart palpitates like it’s on the verge of a seizure, screaming and competing with my distressed bladder for my undivided attention. The sound of a zipper breaks through the ensuing silence and my shallow breathing…. Magbasa pa

Frost narrows his eyes at me, channeling all types of sinister and chilling energy my way. “You don’t listen very well, do you?” he says, advancing towards me with the duffel bag and handcuffs in his hands. It’s not a question. It’s not even really a statement. It has ‘warning’ written all over it. In capital fucking letters. I gulp against the massive lump of anxiety that keeps resurfacing in my throat, failing to swallow it down. My breathing becomes more and more shallow the closer he gets. He never… Magbasa pa

I continue to stare at them, my brain registering their neutral faces in utter shock and mortification. Seriously? Waiters? He got bloody waiters for a weekend with a call girl? This man clearly has no frickin’ clue what to do with his money. But more importantly, I had absolutely no idea there was going to be anyone else here, and now there are not one, but six healthy and coherent eye witnesses who can attest to my presence here—and worse, the reason for it. It’s obvious—far too obvious, actually—that they… Magbasa pa

I force myself to look away from the paper, trying not to focus on the unsettling thoughts and emotions it’s evoking in me. So, I turn my attention to the array of food displayed in front of us; sliced ham, stuffed bell peppers, deviled eggs, roasted mushrooms, steamed broccoli, baked sweet potatoes, brown bread, some kind of vegetable casserole, and…I think those are clams on the other end. Anyway, it all looks and smells amazing, but I can’t really appreciate any of it. Not like this. I’m using all my… Magbasa pa