At the hotel: Teaser
Well, it’s been a bit.
This is the teaser for an original piece of work I’m putting together. I don’t know. It’s been a long while since I wrote and life circumstances have brought me to a point where I want to follow some creative outlets. This being one of them. We’ll see what comes of it.
This had been a long time coming. Planned for over two years and now just mere minutes away from executing it. His lover, just moments away from locking eyes with him. The map said she was just entering the hotel lobby. All the necessary precautions made, all the paperwork ready to sign, all the soundproofing necessary already set up. Camera, charged and ready to film. Hell, he should probably already hit record on it.
She had asked him for this. Begged him for it. She wanted him to take control of her life. To ruin her. To change her. To make decisions for her. To force her into this new life where he could do whatever he wanted. He had prepared. It had taken a year longer than he had wanted but he was about to make her deepest, darkest desires come true and she had no idea. Well, not entirely true, she had some notion but she likely didn’t believe he was capable. But that was one of the best parts. The mere notion of that hopelessness she’d experience wasn’t even on her mind.
No, instead, it was just a little pit of anxiety. A little bit of fear perhaps. He’d teased her for ages beforehand. For years now. This would happen. He’d change her life. Ruin her little body. Take her and make her his property. His toilet, for all he cared. Oh the thoughts, the dreams, the fantasies, they were all about to come true. She didn’t even know. She thought he was just teasing, just joking. She believed it was all just fantasy and that this would be but a mellow little vacation with friends, to celebrate togetherness.
Of course his wallet had paid for most of this. To make sure he could do what needed to be done. To show his girlfriend what her real destiny is and what all women like her really deserve and crave out of life. To be used. To have men make decisions for her. To submit her little body for pleasure and use. Even when she doesn’t want it. If anything, that’s precisely why it was necessary. Drive those silly little thoughts of life goals, and dreams, and wants out of her little head and make her realize what she was really meant for.
The map on his app updated. She was in the hotel. Likely already coming up in the elevator. He waited eagerly by the door already. The fresh scent of his cologne permeated the room. She’d be walking straight into a life ruining trap. He’d made sure there would be no escape. He had promised her this in the past. The moment she’d walk in that door, her life would change forever. Foot steps approached. Somebody walked past the door, then doubled back. They were wheeling some luggage with them. This was it. A knock at the door. Apprehension. Tenseness. A soft ‘ding’ from the camera as it began to record.
He turned the knob…