Tuesday evening, she received another text from 'Mr. Smith’ telling her the same place and same time.
He did not even care if she had prior engagements, or probably, he knew even if she had, she would break them to meet with him.
When she got to the room, he wasn’t there again, she saw a card on the bed with a tiny silk rope.
The card reads, Blindfold yourself and kneel for me.
Always the obedient girl; she did as she was told.
The blackness within her eyelids was total, created entirely by the silk she tied to her own eyes as she was ordered. She was kneeling on the floor of the hotel room; its weave pressed into her kneecaps, her breaths quick and quiet in the stillness. There was a chill in the room, a smell of old papers and lemon wax, and in it all, she waited for him, her whole
