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I scream, not knowing what to do as I get showered in broken glass and rain.

Unexpectedly, the man behind me lunges forward, covering my nose and mouth with a rag.

I struggle in his unrelenting grip, digging my nails into his arms and attempting to claw my way out.

He is too strong and completely blocking my airways.

Fuck, I can’t breathe!

My lungs burn as I try to inhale a breath. Fear takes over my body, and my eyes widen as I catch sight of my attacker in the rearview mirror. I see a stark white ski mask and golden-brown eyes staring back at me. He slightly lets up, and I can suck in some air, but the rag still covers my face.

Oh my God! What’s that smell?

My vision starts to blur, and my erratic breathing becomes labored. As I begin to lose consciousness, I hear the masked man chuckle as he leans close to my ear. “Don’t worry, baby. We’re going to have so much fun together,” he whispers, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

My foggy mind races as I try to figure out what is happening.

Is he going to hurt me? Wait, is this the fake kidnapping?! They broke my window?!

The last thing I remember before everything goes black is the feeling of his rough hand wiping the terrified tears from my cheeks.

I’m lying on a cold, concrete floor when I come to.

My head is pounding, and my throat feels raw from screaming.

I try to sit up, but my arms and legs are bound tightly with rope.

I struggle with my bonds until it cuts into my skin.

Fuck! Panic sets in as I realize I’m in a dimly lit basement, entirely at the mercy of this masked man and whatever twisted desires he may have.

This must have been Molly’s plan. I did tell her I wanted it to feel as real as possible, but damn, if she followed through with my crazy demands, she succeeded. I am scared shitless. The man in the mask is a fucking great actor.

I hear footsteps approaching from the other side of the room.

The masked man emerges from the shadows.

“Hello, baby,” he purrs, his voice dripping with something sinister.

“I hope you’re feeling rested. You have a big day ahead of you.

” I try to scream, to plead with him, but all that comes out is a whimper.

He walks up to me, reaches down, and brushes a strand of hair from my face, gently tucking it behind my ear.

His movements are slow, and his touch soft, but something tells me nothing is gentle about him.

Is he trying to ease my nerves only to make it worse when I least expect it?

A heavy door opens and shuts somewhere in the dark basement, and the lights abruptly come on.

I squint as I try to adjust to the brightness.

As my vision clears, I see another masked man standing in the corner, staring at me.

He is wearing a black mask. He is taller than the one kneeling in front of me and muscular.

“Consider this your new cage, little dove,” the man in the black mask growls as he leans against the wall and crosses his arms over his chest. I try to speak, but not a single sound leaves my lips. “Get her some water, will ya,” the white mask orders, looking over his shoulder.

“Did Molly hire you and tell you to call me that?” I ask, my voice just above a shaky whisper.

They look at each other and then back at me.

“She sure did, dove. She had quite the list of… ideas, ” the black mask says and chuckles as he takes his leave.

Moments later, he reemerges from the doorway and steps closer with a tall glass of water.

I hesitantly take a sip from the glass as he holds it to my lips, still confused as to what ideas Molly gave them.

Maybe it’s part of the act. They don’t want to ruin the illusion. It’s hot, in a scary way…

The hours tick by, and my ass starts to numb on this cold concrete floor. I think they left me alone in this dark fucking hole about two hours ago…maybe three, and the deafening silence is beginning to get to me. I have no idea how long I will be left alone or what they are planning… If anything.

If this is all there is to it, she should get her money back. This is boring as fuck!

My fear has vanished, and I am left with a sore ass, rope burn, and an ever-growing annoyance.

“Hey, assholes! This isn’t fun anymore!” I yell into the empty basement. My voice echoes off the walls. I try to shift in my seated position against the icy brick wall, but nothing helps; I am as uncomfortable as ever, thanks to these motherfuckers and their obvious rope-binding skills.

Moments pass without any sound other than my heavy, annoyed breathing in the black hole they put me in, so I scream again. I cry until I hear heavy footsteps approaching the big door in the shadowy corner.

The door creaks open, and the white mask enters, followed closely by the black mask. They tower over me, and I feel small and vulnerable in their presence. The white mask kneels in front of me, and I meet his gaze, still unable to see his face beneath the mask.

“Are you ready for the next part of our game, little dove?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly. I narrow my eyes at him, trying to gauge his intentions.

“What’s the next part?” I ask, my voice steady despite the fear that is lurking in the back of my mind… Again.

The two men share a knowing look before the white mask speaks again. “You’ll be our pretty little doll for the night, baby. Our plaything. Our prey,” he says, his hand reaching up to caress my cheek.

Their doll? Prey? What the fuck? I didn’t think the actors would touch me. What kind of service did Molly hire for my psychotic fantasy?

I instinctively flinch away from his touch, although the throbbing intensifies, and the black mask steps forward, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him.

“You don’t have a say in the matter, little dove.

You’re entirely at our mercy,” he snarls, his grip tightening on my chin.

I try to pull away from him and free my arms, but the rope is too tight around my wrists.

The intense look in his eyes, his words, his harsh touch, and the bite from the rope are driving me wild!

Am I scared, or am I horny? Both? Is that even possible?

My brain is screaming at me to fight back and escape, but my pussy has other ideas…

She wants and enjoys every second of this unpredictable scenario.

“Hmm, if we are going to play, you probably want to know a little more about us, huh, baby?” the white mask coos. “You can call me Fintan. That’s Kieran,” he gestures to the black mask, who still has his firm hand on my face. “And you’ll be our little dove . Sound good?”

I suck in a hesitant breath and nod. “Cool. Now be a good girl and shut the fuck up until we come back for our game tonight.”

They’re Irish. Hmm, Molly did her homework. I can’t believe she remembered I have a thing for Irish men and their undeniably sexy accents. It’s not a thick accent but I do hear it. I told her that months ago, at her birthday party… She clearly wasn’t as drunk as she seemed that night.

Their names mean black and white… Well, sort of. I think Fintan means “white flame,” and Kieran means “dark one.” These surely can’t be their real names. Fuck, what are they planning?

‘Fintan’ stands up, brushing off his knees before turning to leave the room.

‘Kieran’ follows closely behind him, but not before giving me one last menacing look.

I am left alone in the dim basement again, wondering what will happen next.

The fear comes back in full force, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

What has my best friend gotten me into? Did she know they’d touch me when she hired them? Where the fuck did she find this service?!