“Say that again, please? I didn’t quite hear it.” The jeering voice belonged to a handsome young man with neat blond hair, who was currently sitting in a chair in a corner of his room. The lighting was dim, but his blue eyes shined with the suppressed laughter he was holding back. The young man made no attempt to hide the smile on his face, which was both charming and cruel. By looking at him, a person could tell he had a high level of intelligence. They could also tell he had a sadistic streak, too.
The young woman he was talking to, bowed her head and repeated what she had told him moments earlier. “I have come to be your slave. You may use me in whatever way you wish.” Her soft voice did not falter once and there was no trace of mocking or sarcasm to be found. With a flick of her head, the woman tossed her long brown hair over her shoulder. Her brown eyes were blank and she starred at the floor waiting to be acknowledged by her new master.
The young man sat up a little straighter as it dawned on him that his sister-in-law was not joking. “You’re serious?” he asked. The young woman nodded. “I don’t know what to say. This is so unexpected. What am I going to do?” he mused to himself. The young man rose from his chair and began to pace the length of the room.
All this time, the woman was patiently sitting on the floor, listening. She remained like that throughout his tirade and held perfectly still each time he passed her. Just as the muscles in her legs began to tighten, her master yelled out, “I got it.”
The young man walked to where his sister-in-law was sitting and stopped in front of her. “Theresa,” he whispered. “Stand up and prepare to receive your first set of orders.” As Theresa rose, Her brother-in-law, Ryan, looked her over again. Not bad, he thought. A couple more years of growth and she’ll be hard irresistible to any man.
“Yes, master?” Theresa’s soft voice floated up to the man’s ears. “What do you require of me?” As she spoke, Theresa attempted to move closer, but Ryan caught her arms and held her away.
“Your first order is to...” Ryan’s voice trailed off and he allowed Theresa to lean closer in order to hear him better. When her ear was right next to his mouth, he yelled at the top of his lungs, “is to GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE. NOW!”
With a startled cry, Theresa ran from the room and slammed the door shut. She ran all the way down the hall to where her bedroom was located and slammed that door, too. Then, Theresa jumped on the bed and proceeded to cry.
“Why does he continue to torment me?” she sobbed. “And why do I keep thinking about him? He is my sister’s husband.” At the thought of her sister, Theresa’s crying stopped and anger filled her whole body.
That bitch, she thought. Why did she take Ryan away from me?
I saw him first. I was dating him when you came back and stole him away.
Theresa jumped off the bed and ran to her bathroom to wash her face. When she got there, however, she got an unexpected surprise. Theresa’s sister, Sarah, was laying down in the tub, drunk, with a bottle of wine in her right hand and her left hand loosely holding her wedding ring.
This has possibilities, Theresa thought.
Too bad I can’t find my camera. I’m sure Ryan would love to see his darling wife like this. Theresa smiled at the reaction she knew Ryan would have. Or with a little creative editing with my computer, I could make it look like she was in bed with someone else. Then Ryan would make love to me, so he could get back at her. That has some real merit. But first, the camera.
Theresa crept out of her room and tiptoed to the closet. She didn’t want any noise to wake her sister.
If I don’t get this shot with my camera, Ryan won’t be mine. Really Sarah. Learn to drink without passing out, would ya? Oh well. You’re trash is my treasure.
After digging in her closet for a few more minutes, Theresa emerged victorious with the camera. Then she tiptoed back into the bathroom where her sister was still passed out.
Say cheese and smile, she thought and proceeded to take several pictures of Sarah from different angles. When she finished, Sarah walked to the tub and turned on the cold water full blast.
“WHAT THE HELL...?” Sarah’s startled shriek echoed off the walls. “Why did you turn the cold water on me?” Sarah’s voice held more than a note of irritation.
Theresa casually threw a towel at her older sister then hurriedly washed away the tear streaks on her face. “Next time you decide to get drunk, please do not do it in my bath tub. You just might get another little awakening like this one.” Saying that, she walked out of the bathroom again and put her camera next to her computer.
“Where are you going?” Sarah asked. “I want to talk.” She had finally gotten out of the tub and wash drying her hair with the towel her sister had tossed her. “Tessa, did you hear me? We need to talk.” Sarah walked into the bedroom and started to rummage through her sister’s clothes.
Tessa smiled at her sister for a second then started looking through her clothes again. “If you must know, I have a date. If you want to talk, get dressed and come on.” Then she stripped off her clothes and pulled on a tight-fitting red dress with a short skirt. Tessa went back into the closet and pulled out a pair of red pumps and put them on. “Here,” she said as she tossed a black dress at her sister. “Put this on and brush your hair.”
Sarah grabbed the dress before it fell to the ground and laid it on the bed. Then she took of her clothes and put the dress on. “Shoes?” she asked. Theresa threw a pair of black high-heeled shoes at her and walked out of the room.
"Hurry up. We’re late. I’ll meet you downstairs.” She turned and gave her sister one last look. “Brush your hair and grab a coat. Oh, and I’m driving."
This is so perfect.
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