Bella Thorne
Aileen woke up in a strange bed. The first thing she saw was the man lying next to her, and then last night came rushing back in a flash.
It had felt amazing, yes. But… but through all of dinner she’d had no interest in him, been sure the friend that set her up with him was pulling some kind of prank. He was so boring! She could hardly stay awake!
And then she couldn’t stay awake, couldn’t stop agreeing, couldn’t resist her sudden need to please him…
But she could think again. She was awake now. She just had to get up and go–but as she started to, her eyes naturally fell on the crystal hanging from a hook on the wall, directly above the head of the bed. The glittering, shining crystal, the one he’d pulled out when they reached his place.
All she had to do was look away and she could go free… just look away… so hard to look away… so hard to think…
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I woke, stretched, yawned, and smiled at Aileen, lying there perfectly still, blankly staring at the crystal, just like she had every morning for the past month. Her every waking moment spent deeply asleep, serving me even when she went to work or out with friends–not that she had much time for that, what with her passionate, whirlwind fling with a mysterious man she refused to give details about.
Heh.
I’d let her go eventually, once I tired of her–though not completely, of course. At minimum, I’d reactivate her in a few weeks to set me up with her most attractive friend…