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DAY NINETEEN
I had driven to town for supplies early to avoid detection, and on the way home, my heart skipped several beats. I drove past and saw KJs car in her driveway. What the hell was she still doing here? I realized instantly that I’d have to block the window behind Rachel’s headboard as soon as possible. I unloaded the bags and headed right back to town without even looking in on my prisoner. Remaining focused on obtaining what I needed in town to further secure and conceal Rachel, and the Inspiration Room. To be discovered now would destroy all my hard work, and rob me of the grand finale.
We were nearing the end of Rachel’s second week as my prisoner, though it felt like much longer. I could feel the thrill of the experience heightening as we neared its conclusion, though I hadn’t yet felt the inner satisfaction I’d been anticipating. I knew I needed the end to occur to find true gratification.
I left the Inspiration Room as I did every night. But this time, I myself felt tortured. Realizing the end was near, a part of me was exhilarated and the other, exhausted. I chained her withering ankles, as was the routine and looked up to see her raised arms. Apparently in my stupor, I had already chained her wrists. I shook my head realizing I was rattled by the proverbial wrench KJ’s presence had thrown into my plan. It meant I would have to put the gag back in Rachel’s mouth, the act of which didn’t bother me. However, it did make her choke at night, often awakening me with irritating sounds of gagging.
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life