Page 27 of Our Little Dove

Fuck, I wish I knew their ‘real’ names. I wish I saw their faces clearly. I need to find them!

The experience was intense and overwhelming. They took control of every aspect of my being, leaving no room for resistance or hesitation.

Their power was undeniable. Insatiable, as they dominated my body. It was a dark and twisted encounter that left me feeling both violated and humiliated.

Their actions left visible scars on my body. These scars will serve as a constant reminder of the power they held over me during the hours they held me captive.

Despite the negative aspects of my fantasized fake kidnapping, there is a strange sense of fulfillment that accompanies it.

It’s as if this dark experience tapped into something deep within me, awakening desires I never knew existed. There is an undeniable allure in embracing these forbidden desires.

Saturday, 11:58 AM

Iam startled awake in Joel’s arms on the couch as someone knocks on my apartment door. “Fuck, what time is it?” I sniffle, wiping tears from my eyes as I grab Joel’s phone off the coffee table to check the time.

I must have cried in my sleep. I just want this nightmare to be over.

“Be right there!” I yell, adjusting my hair into a messy bun before heading to the door.

“Wha-what? What’s going on?” he asks, still sounding fast asleep as he sits up and wipes his eyes with his palms.

“We overslept; It’s noon,” I answer before there’s another knock on the door.

“Shit, I’ll get it,” he says as he straightens off the couch and shuffles to the door while I start on some much-needed coffee in the kitchen. I hear the door open, but silence follows.

What the fuck?

I peer at the open door with curiosity and concern running in my mind, to find Joel hugging Alex. “Oh, thank God you’re safe. We were worried sick!” he says as he steps aside and allows a very confused Alex to enter.

Alex flinches as Joel’s hand brushes down her back as she walks into the room and my lips start trembling, feeling the tears burn behind my eyes already.

Shit. Something happened, didn’t it? Where has she been all night? She looks out of it…

Finally, I croak out the question that hangs heavily in the air around us.“Where were you last night?”

Alex looks almost disoriented by the question as she answers, “The um—The thing you planned for me was last night. Don’t you remember? Those actors you hired—”

She stops talking as she looks at me, her brows drawing together as my face morphs into an expression of pure horror.

“I didn’t hire anyone, Alex. Joel…he told me not to,” I stutter, my voice laced with panic as bile rises in my throat.

“You told him?! That was my deepest, darkest fantasy! How could you?” She barks and crosses her arms over her chest as she flashes me a pained, betrayed look. Joel steps toward her, coming to my defense, and looks her up and down with white-hot anger blazing in his gaze.

“As soon as she told me what you two were planning, I made her promise not to follow through. This idiotic ‘fake kidnapping’ fantasy shit was almost planned for next weekend. Over my dead body! There’s no way in fucking hell I’m letting you do something so stupid—fake or not,” Joel growls as he slams his fist into the door beside her head.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would youwantto put yourself in that kind of danger?!”

“Wait… What? What are you talking about? The kidnapping waslast night!” Alex hisses, her anger directed at me as my confusion and anxiety get the best of me.

“T-they mentioned having a—a list of ideas you gave them,” She stutters, frantically flicking her gaze between us.

What?!

My eyes widen as I audibly swallow through my erratic breaths, trying not to crumble and cry.

Panic sets in as I realize the gravity of the situation. The unspoken fear hangs heavy in the air, leaving me with countless unanswered questions about who took Alex and what they might have done to her. The silence amplifies the sense of uncertainty and horror, heightening the tension in the room.

“They?! I didn’t even get that far, Lexi. I didn’t give the company any details. Joel stopped me before I could send them anything other than the initial email asking for availability.”

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