After breakfast I was feeling generous.
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I showed him to a small windowless guest room in the back of the cabin, a quiet little cell of a space with an attached bathroom; shower, toilet, sink – it had everything he’d need.
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“Go ahead and clean yourself up darlin….take a nap and rest up. I’ll come check on you in a bit, then maybe we can have a little chat and see about getting you some help.”
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This must have been a relieving sight – at least initially. I closed the door behind me and let him make himself comfortable, but not before shoving the heavy credenza from the hallway in front of his door. He heard it – anyone within a mile radius would have heard the ungodly scratching as it skid gracelessly into place.
He tried immediately to open the bedroom door, fidgeting with the knob and shoving it a few times before realizing something was wrong.
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“Miss, are you okay? I heard I noise and the door is jammed.” He sounded genuinely concerned.
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“Oh, I’m just fine stranger….. but you’re not”, my voice dropping to an ominous tone as I skipped down the hallway. The thrill of the day was hearing him chatting to himself, ‘oh shit’, he just have said it 3 or 4 times. He underestimated my plans, and I was so hoping that he would.
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I sat deeply into the overstuffed living room couch and pulled out my laptop, opening up my app to view on cam, his every move. I left the cameras in obvious positions, I wanted him to know I was watching, listening and invading his ‘privacy’. He spotted them immediately, the first just after turning on the hot shower water. He just stood there and waved, this sweet, confused wave before checking the small bedroom. Sure enough, perched high on a bookshelf in the corner, just by the ceiling; my birds eye view. He knew he’d have no privacy.
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….he started to get hard again.
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His nap lasted for ages, leaving me to sit in silence all afternoon, occasionally he’d stir and my camera would catch it, but alas – he’d pass right back out. I was waiting for my new toy to come to life….and after about 4 hours of impatiently watching him, I realized there’s one sure way to draw anyone from bed; the smell of cooked food.
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While I’m no whiz in the kitchen, I managed to make some bacon with burning down the cabin, more for the scent than the flavor. I needed something small and flat, I owed him lunch but he was going to stay in that room until the girls arrived. I couldn’t very well allow some strange man to roam around a cabin with me, now could I? No, we were both safer with him confined.
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Sure enough, half way through the cooking, I heard him knocking on his door – calling for me. He tried to make a few jokes to ply me into letting him out, how he’d squeal like a pig for some bacon (ok that one was good), but I had no intention of having company.
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He could hear me coming down the hallway, and in his post nap euphoria, he scuttled back and forth waiting to be let out. His disappointment was obvious as I shoved the first strip of bacon under the door.
“No….oh no, you’re kidding. Please Miss, I’d really like to come out.” he pleaded.
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I shoved another piece under the door.
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“Aw come on, I’ll do anything you want, can’t I just eat with you?”
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Another piece under the door.
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“Ok, your way Miss, thank you for the nap….and lunch”, he trailed off.
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A slice of bread under the door.
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“I’d offer you some water to wash that down but I don’t want to ruin the floor, you can use the sink.” – I heard him crunch the bacon, but I didn’t get my squeal.
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An hour later my friends arrived. Six of the most fierce, fun and gleefully sadistic women that I have the pleasure of knowing. I let them in, pressing my finger to my lips and pointing towards the barricaded bedroom door, they were overjoyed to see they’d be a bit of a surprise and it was an obvious struggle to suppress the urge to give ourselves away as we slicked down the hallway.
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We shoved the credenza aside but let him open the door, absorbing his pained and excited reactions as we smiled menacingly at this poor dear in headlights.
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He didn’t know whether to be scared or aroused, I did say “friends” would be coming over – but I never said how many, or how attractive they’d be. Without a change of clothes in his room, his excitement was – obvious.
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Pairs of hands reached for him and pulled him out, examining him, pulling his hair, shoving fingers in his mouth and prodding his body invasively inch by inch.
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I grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes to meet mine as I explained this evening’s activities.
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“I know it’s been a rough day, and you’re probably a bit confused, but don’t worry – we’re not going to hurt you.” Lady Julia affixed a GPS device to his ankle as I spoke. “In fact, I don’t want you to be scared, so I’m going to let you go!”
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The sun was just setting in the distance as we dragged him to the front porch, it was beautiful actually, and I felt for a moment a serene break in the scene where we all just took in this amazing experience.
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Handing him a flashlight, I said it again “I’m going to let you go – and you have an hour to evade us. If you can stay hidden, we’ll give you some money, clothes and a lift into town”…. I turned my attention to the perfectly setting sun. “But if we do catch you” – I met his gaze – “I promise, you’ll never forget what we’ll do to you.”
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I didn’t meant to sound so chilling, but I was quickly losing myself in my own fantasy.
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“You have a 20 minute head start, stranger; 3…..2….1 Run!”
You truly are a woman after my own heart.