Evening 🌉
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Day 3 – Evening
Elara walked nervously toward Kael’s friend’s house, her tight white top and fitted blue pants clinging to her as she moved. Her heart raced with every step, anticipation and fear twisting together. From there, she made her way to the hotel, the echo of her footsteps on the marble floor amplifying her anxiety.
As she approached a side room, muffled sounds reached her ears. Curiosity mingled with dread. Peeking inside, she saw women, their names whispered in the air, tied with ropes. Men wielded paddles, moving with strict control, disciplining them. Elara’s chest tightened, and she instinctively stepped back, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Fear gripped her.
Before she could react further, Kael appeared behind her, his presence immediately commanding her attention.
“Come with me,” he said, his voice calm but firm.
He led her through a quiet corridor to his private room. The atmosphere shifted instantly — dimly lit, warm, and strangely intimate. He gestured for her to sit on a chair, and she obeyed, trembling slightly.
“What… what is going on here?” she whispered, her voice barely above the hum of the room.
Kael’s gaze met hers. “You’ll understand soon. But first…” He instructed her to remove her top. Hesitant, Elara complied, feeling vulnerable under his intense stare.
From a tray on the side table, he picked up an ice cube. Returning behind her chair, he traced it along her arm, then up her neck, and finally just above her chest. Tiny droplets of water trickled onto her bra, and she shivered involuntarily. The cold sensation sent goosebumps across her skin.
Then, he pressed the ice cube gently against her lips. She inhaled sharply, then exhaled, taking deep, trembling breaths as the icy chill mingled with her nervousness.
“How do you feel?” Kael asked, his voice steady and observant.
“Calm…” she murmured softly, surprise and disbelief lacing her words.
Kael’s eyes flicked toward the window. “See… the women outside are here to find calm. That’s what this is about.”
He handed her a tissue. “Dry yourself.” She wiped the water from her skin, her hands shaking, then redressed herself, pulling her top back on.
Finally, he handed her a note with a time for the next day. She tucked it carefully into her pocket, her mind still swirling with the strange mixture of fear, curiosity, and an inexplicable sense of calm that the evening had brought
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