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J oel and I arrived back at my place – angry and exhausted. We had a pretty big fight in the car on the way to Alex’s and things have been awkward since.

To our surprise, she wasn’t home and that filled me with even more dread since I couldn’t track her location. Her phone is still dead and has been since around seven last night.

“Joel, you want some coffee while we wait for sunrise?” I ask, my voice coming out meek as I shuffle nervously through the small kitchen.

“Sure.” He hasn’t looked at me once since we got back.

He has been typing and scrolling on his phone since we left Alex’s house, and my anxiety is taking its toll.

“I’m sorry! Please can we just start over and fix this before heading out to find Alex? I’m sure she’s safe… She’ll turn up soon, I know it.”

I can’t blame him for not wanting to look at me; my outburst in the car was uncalled for. I never should have made that deal with Alex.

Sure, I’m ecstatic about how my date went; it was better than I had dreamed, but now I’m desperate to make amends, and find my missing best friend—his cousin, and restore the vibe we had mere hours ago.

I take a deep breath and muster the courage to speak again. “Joel, I know I messed up. I should have never agreed to that deal with Alex. I was just so caught up in my own excitement about going out with you, that I didn’t think about the consequences of her fantasy.”

Joel looks up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of rage and frustration. “It’s not just about the deal, Molly,” he says. “It’s about last night. My cousin might be missing or hurt, and we spend the night getting drunk and fucking without a care in the world.”

Tears well up in my eyes as I reach out to hold his hand, desperately searching for any sign of forgiveness. “I’m so sorry, Joel, maybe she just went out for drinks and forgot to charge her phone.” I whisper.

He shakes his head and continues, “Unlikely. She would have been home by now. I guess I also got caught up in the excitement so you can’t take all the blame. Alex is the only family I have. I can’t lose her. I won’t.”

Joel remains silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on our intertwined hands. Then, with a sigh, he meets my eyes. “Give me your word that when we find her, you will not fulfill your end of the deal,” he demands.

“I promise.” A glimmer of acceptance and understanding flickers in his eyes, and for the first time since last night, I allow myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there’s still a chance for redemption as he leans in and places a kiss on my forehead.

“Let’s get some sleep before we head out again.” He says while stroking my hair as I rest my head against his shoulder.

I nod, feeling a slight tinge of relief that his anger feels directed at the situation rather than at me.

We may be in the midst of a crisis, but at least we’re facing it together.

Closing my eyes, I let myself be enveloped by the warmth of his presence and the faint scent of his cologne, finding solace in the fact that, despite everything, he is choosing to stay with me and search for Alex together.

Saturday, 11:07 AM

I wake up in my car, suffering from a terrible headache and body pain. Shifting in my seat, I adjust to the bright morning sun streaming through the windows of my Kia.

Why the fuck am I in my car?

Looking down, confusion takes over as I notice broken glass scattered within the car and a shattered passenger window. Hundreds of questions flood my mind.

What happened? What am I wearing? Why does everything hurt?

My throat feels sore, and swallowing is painful. I am dressed in men’s boxers and an oversized T-shirt without shoes.

Trying to piece together the events of last night, I mutter to myself, “What happened to my clothes?”

My head is throbbing, and memories of last night remain hazy. Glancing around, I realize that I am parked in an old parking structure near my house. Retrieving my keys and phone from the cup holder, I notice my purse spilled out on the seat alongside the shattered window fragments.

Unfortunately, my phone is dead and irreparably cracked. Weird. Was I mugged? Did I hit my head?

Taking a deep breath, I start the engine, thankful that my car isn’t busted and leave the parking lot.

What the hell happened last night?

I remember going into the grocery store, grabbing a few things from the store, and feeling like I was being followed.

I need aspirin and water.

I make it to my house and park in my driveway before heading inside. “I need to get the window fixed as soon as possible,” I mumble, making my way into my tiny kitchen. I turn on the faucet, fill a tall glass with water, and down it quickly. I fill it again before popping a couple of pain tablets.

I just need to rest, and I’ll feel better. Hopefully.

Feeling the urge to lie down, hoping it will alleviate some discomfort, I survey my kitchen only to find limited food supplies.

What the fuck?

The realization triggers endless concerns about what happened last night.

I went shopping yesterday—didn’t I? I’m sure I did. Did I bring the bags inside, or are they still in the car? Did I come home?

Returning outside and popping the trunk, I sigh in disbelief. The groceries are untouched, but the frozen foods have all defrosted and my ice cream has melted all over the inside.

Memories slowly resurface as I recall bits and pieces of last night; walking towards my car with grocery bags in hand, driving home before everything became a blur. Suddenly, it hits me. Someone was in the backseat, and I was drugged. The masks they wore, and their parting words echo in my mind.

Overwhelmed by the memories of the past twenty-four hours, dizziness sets in, worsening my headache. Cleaning out the trunk and bringing the salvageable groceries inside and packing everything away, I retreat to my bedroom and collapse onto my bed.

Seeking relief from the bright morning sun, I stretch out, resting my arm over my eyes and allow my mind to wander. A sudden sense of heat fills my body.

Thoughts of two men in masks, white and black, ignite desire within me.

“Fintan and Kieran,” I whisper, remembering them as vividly as if they were standing in front of me this very second.

The thought of them makes my body tingle. Before I roll over and close my eyes, a faint smile tugs on my lips.

I should shower and get dressed before attempting to process what happened last night.

As I lay there with my eyes closed, my subconscious drifts back to the hours of dirty, filthy, terrifying intense sexual encounters involving these men.

They made me feel alive. They fucked me without mercy, and they made me feel like I belonged to them. Thinking about their presence and the pleasure they provided has me yearning for them.

I need to find them.

Determined to find answers, I consider Molly as a potential lead. She should know how to contact them.

Why did they drug me and leave me back in that parking lot? Was that part of Molly’s instructions when she hired them, or did they break the rules by fucking me? I vaguely remember them saying they had a list of ideas from my best friend; Did I imagine that?

I instinctively feel around my body, and my fingers brush the cuts. I wince as I peel off the large T-shirt and stare at the markings all over my body in the full-length mirror beside my bed. I was definitely not imagining last night; they are real, and they claimed me.

They marked me.

While driving to Molly’s place, I make a stop to purchase a new phone and have the store employee assist me with the setup.

I could do this in my sleep but my head is still killing me and staring at a screen is the last thing I want to do right now.

He cautions that it will take some time before messages or notifications appear after the booting process and expresses relief that the interior components of my previous phone remained unharmed.

Driving over to the apartment building, I grab my bag off the seat next to me and shoulder it as I make my way up toward Molly’s floor. I feel my heart pounding as I approach and knock on the front door of her unit.

I need to tell her about my fake kidnapping, everything that happened with them, and hear how her date with Joel went. The experience I had with Fintan and Kieran was fucking terrifying—but the orgasms were earth-shattering.

Fuck, I wish I knew their ‘real’ names. I wish I saw their faces clearly. I need to find them!

The experience was intense and overwhelming. They took control of every aspect of my being, leaving no room for resistance or hesitation.

Their power was undeniable. Insatiable, as they dominated my body. It was a dark and twisted encounter that left me feeling both violated and humiliated.

Their actions left visible scars on my body. These scars will serve as a constant reminder of the power they held over me during the hours they held me captive.

Despite the negative aspects of my fantasized fake kidnapping, there is a strange sense of fulfillment that accompanies it.

It’s as if this dark experience tapped into something deep within me, awakening desires I never knew existed. There is an undeniable allure in embracing these forbidden desires.