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Authors: Lucy Jones
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When I got back to the reception desk, Tom asked what I'd been worrying about all morning.
"
Is everything ok, Julia?
"
I thought it was time to tell him everything. His friendly support and male perspective would surely be beneficial.
"
Do you have any plans for tonight?
"
"
No…
"
"
Do you want to take me out for dinner?
"
"
Of course!
"
"
I’ll tell you everything…
"
After our shift, Tom took me for dinner in a small, unpretentious restaurant which made some of the the best hamburgers in the city. I told him everything (apart from a few, major, details). He listened attentively, without interrupting me. And then after I had finished, he said calmly,
"
Julia, thank you for trusting me and for your deep friendship. I’m very fond of you and I don’t want to see you sad. I hate predators, powerful men. But I can see that you’re addicted to this guy. I have no advice. You are the only one who can decide whether or not to see him again. Please don’t agree to anything that you don’t truly desire deep in your heart. Take care of yourself. Whatever happens, whatever you do, I’ll be there for you if you need me."
The storm rumbling in my head calmed while I was in Tom’s comforting presence, surrounded by the warmth of his friendship. Tomorrow, I would have to make my decision.
7. The girl who dreamed of being devoured
Tuesday, July twenty-fourth. A beep, which I initially took to be my alarm, disturbed my woozy, morning half-sleep. With my eyes half-closed I grabbed my phone, which was on the floor, at the foot of my bed. New text message. In a small box on the screen I saw the name Daniel. I woke up with a start. My heart began to beat, giving me the strange impression that it had previously stopped. Unlock. Click! Messages.
[Did you find the envelope? D. W.]
[Yes.]
[That’s rather brief, young lady. I was expecting more enthusiasm. Were you not taught that it’s rude not to reply?]
[I didn’t realise I'd been asked a question.]
[Don’t play around with semantics. You could've let me know you'd received it. That would have been polite.]
Was that all he had to say? To reprimand me? To teach me manners?
I preferred not to reply.
I had time to have a shower, get dressed and go down to the lobby before I received another message.
[Are you ready for your departure tomorrow?]
Had I sown doubt in the confident mind of Daniel Wietermann?
[I’m thinking about it.]
This time it was he who didn’t reply.
Was he annoyed? Did he not want me to come any more?
So he’d managed to turn the situation around and make my stomach tighten. I started to twitch and couldn’t stand still. I was constantly checking my telephone and pressing the buttons, as if that could make messages appear. Daniel had a hold on me.
Now, to my relief, I could tell Tom how I was feeling. My behaviour amused but upset him. Beep! I jumped. It was Daniel. At last.
[Still just as insolent, Miss Belmont. Have you developed a liking for punishments?]
Leaving me at the roadside afraid that he wouldn't do a U-turn, making me wait for what seemed like forever, letting the threat of abandonment hover over me and then returning victorious, making me cave-in and agree to everything. These were Daniel’s usual tricks. And I folded, I accepted everything, I was happy that he had come back.
One pirouette and Mr Fire resurfaces!
[If it’s you giving them…]
[And who else would it be? I am the only one allowed to run his hands over your body].
[I miss your hands. I can still feel them on me. I quiver just thinking about them.]
[It’s entirely up to you, Julia, whether or not my hands touch you again.]
"Julia! You’re as red as beetroot! Go into the back office, you’ll be more comfortable", said Tom, smiling.
It was true, I would be more comfortable in the office.
[Daniel, you make me feel and say strange things.]
[Julia, I want to make you feel these strange things…]
[That would be wonderful…]
[And to hear
----
When I got back to the reception desk, Tom asked what I'd been worrying about all morning.
"
Is everything ok, Julia?
"
I thought it was time to tell him everything. His friendly support and male perspective would surely be beneficial.
"
Do you have any plans for tonight?
"
"
No…
"
"
Do you want to take me out for dinner?
"
"
Of course!
"
"
I’ll tell you everything…
"
After our shift, Tom took me for dinner in a small, unpretentious restaurant which made some of the the best hamburgers in the city. I told him everything (apart from a few, major, details). He listened attentively, without interrupting me. And then after I had finished, he said calmly,
"
Julia, thank you for trusting me and for your deep friendship. I’m very fond of you and I don’t want to see you sad. I hate predators, powerful men. But I can see that you’re addicted to this guy. I have no advice. You are the only one who can decide whether or not to see him again. Please don’t agree to anything that you don’t truly desire deep in your heart. Take care of yourself. Whatever happens, whatever you do, I’ll be there for you if you need me."
The storm rumbling in my head calmed while I was in Tom’s comforting presence, surrounded by the warmth of his friendship. Tomorrow, I would have to make my decision.
7. The girl who dreamed of being devoured
Tuesday, July twenty-fourth. A beep, which I initially took to be my alarm, disturbed my woozy, morning half-sleep. With my eyes half-closed I grabbed my phone, which was on the floor, at the foot of my bed. New text message. In a small box on the screen I saw the name Daniel. I woke up with a start. My heart began to beat, giving me the strange impression that it had previously stopped. Unlock. Click! Messages.
[Did you find the envelope? D. W.]
[Yes.]
[That’s rather brief, young lady. I was expecting more enthusiasm. Were you not taught that it’s rude not to reply?]
[I didn’t realise I'd been asked a question.]
[Don’t play around with semantics. You could've let me know you'd received it. That would have been polite.]
Was that all he had to say? To reprimand me? To teach me manners?
I preferred not to reply.
I had time to have a shower, get dressed and go down to the lobby before I received another message.
[Are you ready for your departure tomorrow?]
Had I sown doubt in the confident mind of Daniel Wietermann?
[I’m thinking about it.]
This time it was he who didn’t reply.
Was he annoyed? Did he not want me to come any more?
So he’d managed to turn the situation around and make my stomach tighten. I started to twitch and couldn’t stand still. I was constantly checking my telephone and pressing the buttons, as if that could make messages appear. Daniel had a hold on me.
Now, to my relief, I could tell Tom how I was feeling. My behaviour amused but upset him. Beep! I jumped. It was Daniel. At last.
[Still just as insolent, Miss Belmont. Have you developed a liking for punishments?]
Leaving me at the roadside afraid that he wouldn't do a U-turn, making me wait for what seemed like forever, letting the threat of abandonment hover over me and then returning victorious, making me cave-in and agree to everything. These were Daniel’s usual tricks. And I folded, I accepted everything, I was happy that he had come back.
One pirouette and Mr Fire resurfaces!
[If it’s you giving them…]
[And who else would it be? I am the only one allowed to run his hands over your body].
[I miss your hands. I can still feel them on me. I quiver just thinking about them.]
[It’s entirely up to you, Julia, whether or not my hands touch you again.]
"Julia! You’re as red as beetroot! Go into the back office, you’ll be more comfortable", said Tom, smiling.
It was true, I would be more comfortable in the office.
[Daniel, you make me feel and say strange things.]
[Julia, I want to make you feel these strange things…]
[That would be wonderful…]
[And to hear
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