understand that you own it and all, but I value my privacy, and every time I come home, I don’t want to have to be worried that…”
She stopped short, the panic of him finding her returning as she scanned the beach. She felt exposed standing out in the open on the street where anyone could see her. She rubbed her arms, trying to warm her body from the chills running through her from the thought of walking into her house and seeing him there.
She could picture it all in her head, clear as day. He would sit on her couch, cross-legged, sipping on a scotch, his appearance inviting and soothing at first. His eyes were always gentle and kind, the perfect mask to hide the horror and pure evil that cursed his soul. He would simply watch her, scanning his eyes over every inch of her body, licking his lips in a sinister and vile way as he planned what he had in store for her. “Come, Jo-Jo Bear, ” he would say, holding his hand out. “Come show me how much you appreciate everything I’ve done for you.” She would bow her head in shame and bend to his will. It was what she was trained to do. She shuddered, the image in her head all too real.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you earlier.” Cam approached her as she nervously glanced up and down the sandy road. “I was hoping I would be finished before you got back from lunch,” he said sweetly. “Come here. Let me show you something.” He took a few steps past her toward the house before turning around and holding his hand out for her.
Jolene looked at him skeptically, unsure of whether she should follow him. She met his eyes as he kept his hand outstretched to her, his expression pleading with her, and she began to feel safe after her brief moment of trepidation.
“Fine.” She ignored his hand and continued past him up the remainder of the road. As she stepped into the living room, Cam behind her, she spun around to face him. “So, what is it you want to show me?” she asked, protectively crossing her arms over her chest.
He took several cautious steps into the kitchen area. “This.” He opened the refrigerator. “I know you don’t have a car, so I wanted to make sure that you had some food. It gets expensive eating out all the time. I didn’t know what you liked, so I got a little bit of everything.”
Jolene gawked at him, shocked. She barely heard a word he was saying as she looked at the fully-stocked refrigerator, wondering why a complete stranger would do something like that for her. She slowly made her way to the pantry, Cam’s voice becoming simply background noise. Earlier that morning, the cupboards were practically barren. Now, they were overflowing with essential items, as well as more food than she could possibly eat over the next month.
It just didn’t make any sense. Why did he go above and beyond what was expected of him? Why would anyone go out of their way to help her? Unless…
“I see what’s going on here,” she said quietly, interrupting Cam as he was telling her about a local fish market on the opposite side of the island where he had picked up some fresh salmon.
“What?” he asked, his brows furrowed.
“I get it.” Jolene’s expression turned into one of resignation. She took a deep breath before fixing her face into the look that she had mastered over the past decade.
“What do you get?” He swallowed hard, the atmosphere in the room becoming tense. His heart thumped in his chest as he watched Jolene saunter across the kitchen toward him, her hips swaying in such a way that made him feel a sudden twitching in his pants.
“You did something nice for me,” she said in a sultry voice, her body just a mere breath from his, trying to summon the inner strength to allow him to touch her. Just turn it off, Jolene , she reminded herself. Let the darkness come. It won’t hurt that way. “Now you expect something nice in return.” That’s how he worked. That’s how all men worked.
“No! Not at all!”
She stopped short, the panic of him finding her returning as she scanned the beach. She felt exposed standing out in the open on the street where anyone could see her. She rubbed her arms, trying to warm her body from the chills running through her from the thought of walking into her house and seeing him there.
She could picture it all in her head, clear as day. He would sit on her couch, cross-legged, sipping on a scotch, his appearance inviting and soothing at first. His eyes were always gentle and kind, the perfect mask to hide the horror and pure evil that cursed his soul. He would simply watch her, scanning his eyes over every inch of her body, licking his lips in a sinister and vile way as he planned what he had in store for her. “Come, Jo-Jo Bear, ” he would say, holding his hand out. “Come show me how much you appreciate everything I’ve done for you.” She would bow her head in shame and bend to his will. It was what she was trained to do. She shuddered, the image in her head all too real.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you earlier.” Cam approached her as she nervously glanced up and down the sandy road. “I was hoping I would be finished before you got back from lunch,” he said sweetly. “Come here. Let me show you something.” He took a few steps past her toward the house before turning around and holding his hand out for her.
Jolene looked at him skeptically, unsure of whether she should follow him. She met his eyes as he kept his hand outstretched to her, his expression pleading with her, and she began to feel safe after her brief moment of trepidation.
“Fine.” She ignored his hand and continued past him up the remainder of the road. As she stepped into the living room, Cam behind her, she spun around to face him. “So, what is it you want to show me?” she asked, protectively crossing her arms over her chest.
He took several cautious steps into the kitchen area. “This.” He opened the refrigerator. “I know you don’t have a car, so I wanted to make sure that you had some food. It gets expensive eating out all the time. I didn’t know what you liked, so I got a little bit of everything.”
Jolene gawked at him, shocked. She barely heard a word he was saying as she looked at the fully-stocked refrigerator, wondering why a complete stranger would do something like that for her. She slowly made her way to the pantry, Cam’s voice becoming simply background noise. Earlier that morning, the cupboards were practically barren. Now, they were overflowing with essential items, as well as more food than she could possibly eat over the next month.
It just didn’t make any sense. Why did he go above and beyond what was expected of him? Why would anyone go out of their way to help her? Unless…
“I see what’s going on here,” she said quietly, interrupting Cam as he was telling her about a local fish market on the opposite side of the island where he had picked up some fresh salmon.
“What?” he asked, his brows furrowed.
“I get it.” Jolene’s expression turned into one of resignation. She took a deep breath before fixing her face into the look that she had mastered over the past decade.
“What do you get?” He swallowed hard, the atmosphere in the room becoming tense. His heart thumped in his chest as he watched Jolene saunter across the kitchen toward him, her hips swaying in such a way that made him feel a sudden twitching in his pants.
“You did something nice for me,” she said in a sultry voice, her body just a mere breath from his, trying to summon the inner strength to allow him to touch her. Just turn it off, Jolene , she reminded herself. Let the darkness come. It won’t hurt that way. “Now you expect something nice in return.” That’s how he worked. That’s how all men worked.
“No! Not at all!”
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