Blurb
It was a dark, intoxicating night. The wine flowed freely, and the dim glow of the TV painted flickering shadows across his room. As the movie played, his strong, veined hand caressed my waist, sending shivers down my spine. The glass slipped from my fingers as he pulled me onto his lap, his desire evident beneath me. His lips found my neck, and I melted under his touch, breathless, wanting more.
But then, everything changed. The lights flickered and died, plunging the room into darkness. A strange sound echoed through the compound. He left, grabbing a torch to investigate the power outage, leaving me waiting, yearning for him to return.
When he did, his demeanor was different—silent, deliberate. With a rope in hand, he bound me to the bed, blindfolding me. His touch grew more intense, his movements primal as he stripped me bare, exploring my body. But something felt off. The sound of a zipper pierced the silence—a sound that didn’t match his shorts.
Moments later, he was untying me. I opened my eyes, only to see him standing there, fully dressed. My heart raced with a chilling realization: whoever had been with me in the darkness wasn’t him.
Who was in the room with me? And why did it feel so hauntingly familiar?
