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Thirty-four minutes.

The seconds of every minute pass like hours. She has done everything he demanded. The bed has new sheets; black, like he ordered. The light can't go higher than twenty precent in the bathroom. No light in the bedroom at all. The key to the motel room is under the doormat. She has dressed in what he asked for; a white nightie with spaghetti straps, which can easily be ripped apart by his powerful hands and... no panties.

She does not dare disappoint him. She does not want him to change his mind.

Thirty-three minutes.

She groans and flops down on the newly made bed, throwing an arm over her make-up free face. No make-up, another of his demands. Not even a smear of lip gloss or mascara. She feels so naked. Maybe that's how he wants her to feel?

Twenty-one minutes.

Time goes so slow, when you're waiting... waiting....

Waiting....

Ten minutes.

She's getting more and more nervous. Thoughts of backing out, thoughts of the pain she will feel, rakes through her head. What if he just was playing with her? Teasing her? It could just be another one of his mindfucks. She has seen him do them before, felt them... but this time, he can't be screwing with her head. He just CAN'T! She rocks back and forth on the bed, biting on a fingernail and staring at the door.

The door. Six-hundred seconds until he walks through it.

If he does come....

Four minutes.

She's pacing the floor now, her nerves covering the outside of her skin.

Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three... two...

She smiles sadly as the time finally reaches the midnight hour.

"Happy birthday to m--" The sound of a key being inserted into the door cuts the air from her lungs.

To Be Continued

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Chapter: 01 (Incomplete)