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neglecting of her sexual nature was the key pull for all these men, including myself. Would I be the one to break through? The challenge was enticing. And, the mystery of what she was capable of in the bedroom was instantly alluring.
    Eventually, of course, as the years went by – and they did, quickly – the interest men showed in her wained. One man whose interest in Lauren never abated was myself. I say man, but I was more a boy. I’d known her since I was a very little boy – she was already a woman by then. She had almost shown me affection… once. Our hands had brushed together when I was out playing with some other boys one summer’s day. She was briskly making her way through the village, undertaking some business nobody else was privy to. She had paused, our eyes had met, and I had fallen head over heels in love. The years passed, of course, and I grew into the handsome devil I am now. Never did I give in to the affections of the women who flocked to my feet. No, I wanted the woman I had had visions of during slumber. It was not until a moment of epiphany that I realised they were one and the same – the woman from the box was Lauren. She
had
to be. However, I was puzzled – the woman in my dream had her face shielded by her hair, yet Lauren’s face was clear to see. It was all that could be seen of Lauren’s. I felt that I saw everything but the face of the one in my vision, so to place Lauren’s there instead was the perfect solution. I now wanted her even more than before – she was all I thought about. All she thought about was… well, nobody knew. She had never let anyone in, never dropped the barricade she’d thrown up around herself.
    I began to experience my dream more and more, until I could envisage it every time my eyes sealed shut. I would think about that dratted cold woman every single day too during my waking hours. I had no release from this desperate situation I’d let myself spiral into. Lauren, too, seemed caught in a trap that I just couldn’t see her breaking free from. The absolute only solution was my interference, nay, my help in her life. But, for all the outside world she just did not have the sexual urges that I did. No – to all intents and purposes she appeared completely asexual. This began to drive me mad, and I started setting out all kinds of plans. Firstly, I was going to construct a purpose-built dungeon in which to house Lauren as my sex slave, then I was simply going to pluck up the courage to just ask her for a courtship and see where things went. Eventually I decided upon breaking into her house and ‘think on my feet’ when there.
    One night I did just that, dressing up in my best clothes and heading over to her house in the very early hours. Creeping around the back, I put my muscles against the door and forced it open. Utter silence hit my ears inside, and so I gingerly moved about in the darkness. All of a sudden, however, a heavy weight came crashing on the back of my head and I dived straight into the first silent sleep I’d had in a long time. No woman, no big box; just emptiness.
    * * *
    I wakened with a splitting headache. Keen I was to clutch it to in some way try and ease the pain, but it was no good – my hands were bound tightly above my head. I tried to rub my head between my arms, but quickly I grew tired and concentrated more on how sore my hands and arms were becoming. They were supporting my entire body, as my dead weight hung there supported by them. I felt cold and looked down to see that I was naked, my penis drooping like a new sausage slipping out of a butcher’s hands. The room was dull and dreary, the faint smell of grease permeating from the cooking stove ahead of me. On top of it sat a filthy shallow pan. Suddenly, the door ahead opened and Lauren walked in, going over to the stove and lighting it. She moved the pan about, loosening the hard grease within as the heat