Femme Fatale

Let the games begin

My thoughts are interrupted by footsteps I hear coming closer. I see no cracks or breaks anywhere indicating there isn’t a door, window or anything for that matter. Which only makes me wonder how the f**k did I get in here? Where ever the f**k here is. I don’t move. I breathe soft and steady. I focus on just my hearing, so that not even my breath makes a sound. I breathe slowly, trying to hear as much as I can. I hear a doorknob turn and a door open then close.

Are you f*****g kidding me? There isn’t even a lock on the f*****g door?! This person is a sick and twisted intelligent sadist f**k. We just became besties.

The footsteps come closer and I recognize the sound. Heels. It’s either a woman, or a man who likes to wear heels. Keeping in mind the fuckers full blown set up. I wouldn’t put it past them if they had their men purposely wear heels just to make things more confusing. I laugh to myself thinking about it. I really must be a sick f**k for being to understand them and even more so for being able to joke and laugh while I’m stuck in this situation. Geez I need help. Yeah! Help getting the f**k out of here!

As they get closer, I hear a flutter of material, causing a slight breeze and then nothing. I must have been surrounded by some sort of cloth or something like a canopy or tarp, since the sound of the flutter and the direction of the breeze pulled up above me.

I know they are to my side, that’s where the footsteps stopped and where I feel I'm being watched from. No one speaks. It remains quiet for a while though I don’t know how long . It’s too quiet. I can’t even hear their breathing! I can feel someone is there watching me but it’s pitch black and I can’t see s**t. Getting anxious again needing to get a move on thing, I gotta be the bigger person, which is hard when I am small to begin with.

Tired of waiting, I take the initiative and make the first move. “Why don’t you introduce yourself to the class?” I say in a sarcastic teacher like voice. It slipped out too fast for me to stop it. I was getting annoyed and my brain needed answers, so it took the lead. It usually is going too fast, my brain, for my body to keep up. It is like it knows it’s on hyper speed and gives me a chance, most of the time. Key words, most of the time. Being fed up and lacking patience to begin with, this is definitely not one of those times.

I hear someone’s deep laughing under their breath. Confirming I’m not crazy and I didn’t just imagine someone was there.

They obviously understand my sarcasm and have a sick sense of humor or they wouldn’t have laughed. Now to find the weak…I mean sweet spot and stab the f**k out of it.

“Aw, are we the shy type?” I pause. “Are you self conscious?” Pause. “Is that why you hide behind the darkness?” I ask, in an obviously fake concern mocking tone of voice, then pause to see if they are reacting.

Nothing. Alright next.

In a genuinely curious tone of voice laced with teasingly I start asking random stupid questions. Immature, I know. Yet still you will be surprised how much it works.

“Are you, like, ugly or something?” Pause. “Are you embarrassed ‘cause you like me but you don’t want me to see you since your nightmare inducing?” Pause. “Or are you maybe deformed?” Pause. “Do you have those fat boils all over you or warts or something?”

Silence.

Forward march!

“Don’t be! Those things don’t aren’t what make you ugly. Don’t be self conscious. Who knows, maybe if we get to know each other I might like you back. I mean, you went through all of this trouble just to get me here and tie me up, I could possibly lose out on finding someone who truly cares about me if I don’t give it a shot.

I could end up regretting that my whole life. I’ve made some stupid f*****g choices. But I’m not completely f*****g stupid.”

I can hear their breathing now. I don’t know if they are trying not to laugh or getting huffy and puffy. Either way. Onward march!

“What do you say princess?” Pause. “Or prince? Or prince princess s***h princess prince.” Pause. “You know, or whatever you choose. I respect it. Either way. What do you say, princess?” Pause. “I’m gonna go with the princess for now. It just ffeeeellss right. Let me know if you prefer something else, I’d happily oblige and call you whatever you would like me to princess.”

They scoff. Alright not the soft sweet spot I was hoping for but at least they are getting annoyed. That’s something. A reaction is good.

Hopefully.