The room was small but luxuriously furnished. In one corner, a tailored Italian suit was draped over an antique wooden valet and underneath it a pair of shoes, also Italian. On the bed, a man, his head down, face pressed into the pillow and his bony rump up in the air. She put a hand on his head, stroking the few remaining wisps of white hair that still clung tenaciously to his liver-spotted scalp, petting him as one would greet a favored pet. The man shuddered, and his skin grew red and flushed at her touch. She put her hand underneath his chin and raised his face up for him to look at her and with the other hand unzipped the top of her jogging suit.
She used the paper towel she brought from the kitchen to wipe every bit of moisture from her chest then without a word savagely ground the soaked paper towel into his face. His body shivered with pleasure, and he inhaled sharply and stuck his tongue out as if to absorb as much of her from the paper towel as he could. Seconds later she pulled the paper towel away, balled it up and threw it on the floor. His eyes followed it intently to see where it landed.
“Put your head back down,” she ordered.
The man did as he was told, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from her exposed chest.
She pulled the zipper of the jogging suit closed before walking over to an antique dresser in a corner of the room. An envelope sat on top of it and she opened it, glanced at the contents, then opened the dresser door. Most of the items she knew and was familiar with, heavy wooden and leather implements designed to bring pain, but there were some new ones she was unfamiliar with but whose painful purpose was unmistakable. She picked up one of the new ones, swinging it a few times, liking the feel of its weight in her hand. The man on the bed gasped, his eyes riveted to the frightening tool.
“You like this one, I see.”
The man on the bed said nothing, his frantic nodding and flushed complexion answering her question.
“All right then,” she said turning to face him, “Let’s get to work.”
When Valerie's husband loses his job, a mysterious woman makes her an offer that will keep her family from losing everything. She accepts, but quickly finds out that things that seem too good to be true often are. Now this suburban soccer mom finds herself in a dark, disturbing world and desperately wants out, but is it too late?
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