Page 4 of Deviant Secrets
I jumped halfway out of my skin, hearing three knocks sharply pound against the door and furrowed my brow in confusion. Maya would be home by now.
Again.
My head whipped toward left at the harsh knocks, and I moved toward the front door to investigate. They continued to almost rhythmically sound like morse code. Sending a message to those inside.What the hell?
The floor creaked ominously beneath my shaking feet. It's hard to believe that anyone could be out here at this time of night, in the middle of nowhere during a rainstorm. The dirt was practically
quicksand at this point. My ears perked, focusing on the lingering sounds. My heart thundered against my chest and I swallowed thickly.
“What the fuck is happening right now?” I muttered to myself, placing a shaky hand on the knob, but stilled. My body refused to move another step.
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CHLOE
The door swung open, and I stepped onto the wrap-around porch in confusion. The damp night air settled against my skin, creating an icy layer over the warmed area.
My car was half-buried in the mud. I could try to leave, but I knew better than that. Past experiences of my foot thundering down on the gas pedal to loosen things up came to mind and I scoffed. Every part of my body was on high alert and my muscles tightened against the chilly weather.
The moon was full tonight and hung low in the sky, casting light among the dense forest. The eerie shadows danced around, creating distorted images and my breath quickened. Tricking my mind into thinking I saw the familiar outline of a person.
My eyes darted around the terrain, gasping at every gust of wind, and I laughed at how scared I’d become. Cautiously, I stepped further into the dark night, looking around for any clue to who had been pounding so recklessly on my door.
Then I saw it. Lying perfectly on the ground at the foot of the stairs was a crumpled, soaked piece of paper.
“Hello,” I called out.
Silence.
My curiosity quelled, and I found myself instinctively climbing down the rickety steps, my heart pounding against my skin with each step I took. My mind drifted to the conversation with my sister, and I shuddered. This must be a really shitty joke she’s playing. I’m sure she would jump out any minute; just like when we were kids.
Something just…felt off, and I bent down to grab the note, my stomach in knots at the lettering that splayed all over the paper in blotchy letters.
My trembling fingers flattened out the wet paper, and my bulged eyes refused to leave the warning written in smudges.
You’ve been a naughty girl Chloe
It’s time for you to learn your lesson
You will beg
You will feel pain
And you will love every minute of it
We own you now
It’s time to run
And you better hope we don’t catch you
Below that was an ad…but I didn’t create it. Those are definitely not my hard limits, well, except the piss/scat play.
Lesson. What lesson? What have I done?There had been no anonymous exchanges. No plans to meet with anyone. My mind raced through any possibility that could explain what was going on, but nothing made sense. It wasn’t clicking.
Thunder cracked, and I shrieked, feeling the movement of the ground below me.
Despite everything causing my head to spin, I took a deep breath, trying to think clearly. Normally, I wouldn’t come here tofulfill any fantasies. Knowing anyone could come and see what was taking place. It wasn’t a risk worth taking.