Yes, Master.

Prologue

            I could hear the stomping of his boots behind me. I took a sharp breath in, as I heard the sound of his cigarette being stabbed into the ashtray and eventually fizzle out. My heart was beating in my chest, and as I held my breath, it was all I could hear. My eyes struggled against the dark blindfold, unable to see any stream of light. I shivered as cool fingers wrapped around my neck, jerking my chin upwards. I winced, as my already bruised knees jerked against the concrete beneath me. I wiggled a little bit, burning my rope-tied wrists in the process. A sharp sting struck me across the face before I realized what happened - sending me to the side.

"What did I say would happen if you struggled?" his voice rained down on me.
 My voice quivered in return as I regained my stance,
"Yes, of course, Master."

Chapter One

            I never thought about what could happen. You hear these stories on the TV, and in newspapers all the time about young girls, meeting men on the internet only to get raped and slaughtered a few months later. And when these stories come out, there are a number of mixed emotions to be had. Sorrow, pity, disappointment. You think about how stupid these young girls must be to meet face to face with someone, and not know anything about them. You think if they were maybe a little older, and a little wiser, then they would have never made such a judgment call. That they would be alive today, going to school, getting into college, living a full life with a husband and children. And as adults we’d like to think we are smarter than that. We like to think we have better judgment, and that’s why no one thinks twice about signing themselves right up for E Harmony or Match.com.
            As I clicked off the news after watching a story about a 14-year-old girl getting tortured for days by some sick fuck she met online, I thought nothing more about it. I simply turned back to my laptop and slid my finger down the mouse pad, as the bright screen popped back up – almost blinding me. I squinted, and the screen came into focus. Slowly, my eyes started to adjust. I had two new messages, and my heart started to pound as I waited for the text to load.

[2:32PM] Spades: Quite frankly, Adrianna, I don’t give a fuck what you would and wouldn’t let me do to you, you’re mine to do with what I please.
[2:36PM] Spades: Mark my words.

             Chills cascaded down my spine, and I could feel the back of my neck start to tingle. I had been talking to this man-He went by ‘Ace of Spades’- for over 6 months now. I saw him on a few message boards, and everything he typed with was deluging with intelligence. And after talking to him, there was just something about him I couldn’t wrap my head around. He was dark, mysterious, and for some reason- radiating with sensuality.
            Checking the time, I snapped my laptop closed and decided to reply to him later. Ace seemed to get off on the fact that I would cling to every word he said to me- so he can wait a few hours to get anything back. After brushing my teeth, I wiggled down into my covers. My eyes blinked against my dark room in my apartment. I thought about how lonely I was and imagined Ace was next to me, with his arms wrapped around my waist, as I drifted off to sleep.

            I was crying. A dark figure stood over me as I sat horrified on the edge of the bed, watching him draw near. His face came to view as I saw a smile creep along his lips. Tingles radiated throughout my body. I wasn’t sure if I was utterly terrified, or immensely aroused. His dark eyes, which were swimming with untold secrets, bore down on me as he reached down to touch my thigh.
            “Wake up!” I heard a low grumble in the back of my head as my eyes shot open. It was still dark, I turned to glance at my alarm clock, searching for the glowing red numbers right around where my night stand should be. It was 2:45 AM. Why am I awake? Memories of my most recent dream flooded into my mind. My heart started pounding as I snapped my eyes shut. But all I could think of was that dark figure. The one with the dark smile. Ever since I started talking to him, these dreams were becoming more and more frequent.  I could feel my temperature rise as I sighed with sexual frustration at the thought.