His Keepsake

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.EMMESome cravings cannot be denied.That was me with CNC. Going to clubs didn’t make me feel anything anymore. I wanted a soul-wrenching, destructive encounter with a stranger.I wanted to be kept by someone… in a basement, or in a cage, like a bird or a treasured object?I could pretend, couldn’t I?As long as we had a code, the beginning was SANE. That would be fine. All good.But when he didn’t say THE word… THAT word.I wonder if he is just messing with me?Maybe this is a real abduction. If so, I should be scared.HIMWho knew that one day I would do what I had fantasized about for years?Or that my best friend would insist on joining me.This is fun. Filthy. Darker than a grave with the hole filled in, except, she isn’t getting killed.I might keep her forever, though I’m not telling her that.Or that I’m not the man she arranged to meet.I open my cellar door and study this precious creature I’ve caught, from her toes to those pretty, tear-filled eyes.This story has a HEA but for some that will not be enough. There are more triggers in this dark tale than stars in the sky.