Read part 1 here first.
It had been about twenty-four hours since Kate had replied to “M”s message. Kate was filling her time with her tutoring; she was trying to focus on her professional work. It was going well – she’d received positive feedback from the work she had done, and nothing meant more to her.
As Kate sat at her desk, on this early Friday evening, she marked her students’ work, and provided feedback to her students.
But, Kate couldn’t fully focus, as her mind often wandered towards “M”. The twinges between her legs, heat rising through her body; she knew she had to push them away.
Kate scolded herself for letting someone have even just a slither of a hold on her.
“Who was he? Why did he pick me?” She thought to herself.
He hadn’t replied yet. She didn’t expect a quick reply from him, either. Kate knew he liked to play games, and this was one of them. One of many games she knew he’d play on her.
In fact, feelings of frustration bubbled away inside her. She felt indignant. Who was he to tell her what to do? For God’s sake, why had she put herself in this ridiculous situation?
Moreso, she was a teacher. She was the person to command and tell others what to do! What the hell was she doing?
Kate poured herself a glass of wine, now. It was early evening, and the sun was setting. Kate drew the curtains in her living room, ready to settle in for the evening.
Low and behold, M replies.
What a good girl you are. I knew you’d reply. How could you not have? I know you love the thrill and tease. I know you more than you realise.
Your next command is to turn the lights off in the room you’re in. Don’t even think about asking why, just do it.
When you look out of your window, you’ll see a light shining in the sky. It’ll look like a spotlight beam. A bat-signal, if you will. Except, you’re not about to rescue someone, you’re about to rescue yourself, if you go, that is.
That beam of light; you need to find it. Find it – get in your car now and drive towards it. If you do, you’ll get the answers you’re looking for, and the next piece of the puzzle.
“What in the world…?” Kate muttered to herself.
She hadn’t heard anything so ridiculous in her life. Did this “M” really think she would even follow through with this? He was crazy!
Kate’s mind flooded with questions. Firstly, if she did look out of her patio doors, would she see this so-called ‘light’? As preposterous as it sounded, and she did see this ‘magical beam of light’, wouldn’t the rest of the general population also see it?
“Did he actually think I was that stupid?” Kate announced to herself.
Kate swallowed her wine, turned up her TV and slammed her phone down. As her glass was empty, Kate plodded to the kitchen to top it up.
Her cats milled around her feet. They could tell something was wrong, they always could. Kate dropped some treats into their bowls, enjoying watching them scoff them down.
Her wine topped up; Kate leaned against the worktop. She pressed her glass against her chest, allowing its coolness to sooth her flustered state.
The heat and anxiety rising inside Kate had come as a surprise. She’d had no idea how much M’s message had affected her.
Kate turned her gaze out of her kitchen window. The sunset still looked beautiful, and she could still hear her cats crunching on the treats she’d put down.
Mulling over the text from M, she realised that she wouldn’t see the beam he mentioned until after dark, surely?
Justifying this to herself, Kate took herself back to her sofa, plonked herself down and put her favourite film on: The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring.
Time ticked away. Kate watched it get dark outside through the sliver between her curtains. Her cats had settled down and were in deep slumber now. That made her happy.
The wine was starting to relax her now. She felt its warm glow in her belly. Then, a naughty thought planted itself in Kate’s mind. She’d recently bought a new toy and wanted to try it out. The wine had definitely loosened Kate up a bit.
Slowly, Kate slid her hand down the front of her jeans. Her fingers slowly caressing her clitoris through her knickers. It felt good.
“Mmm” Kate moaned.
Suddenly, there was a bang that startled her. Her silly cat had knocked something off the mantlepiece. It brought Kate right back to reality.
“Damnit.” Kate muttered.
The evening’s events came flooding back, now. M’s stupid message was back in the forefront of Kate’s mind.
The last thing Kate wanted to do was to leave the house, let alone have to drive somewhere. But, there was an invisible force drawing her to her patio doors. Kate fought the pull that was willing her towards the panes of glass.
“Fuck it.” Kate exclaimed.
Thrusting open her curtains, Kate searched the sky in seconds.
Nothing.
There was nothing.
No light beam, no ‘bat-signal’; Kate couldn’t even hear a dog barking as was the usual; there was nothing.
How could she have been so stupid? How had she fallen for a stupid game that this person, someone that supposedly knew her, had played on her?
But, then, something caught her eye.
Kate froze. Her heart started racing. Had she imagined it?
It was like someone was flashing a light through a mirror into her eye; not the beam of light she was expecting. Maybe a torch being shone into a piece of glass, even.
Squinting, Kate tried to focus on where the flickering was coming from. It was bright; blinding.
The shining light was coming from what seemed to be a garden across from her flat. Not from the sky, as she was led to believe. This was no ‘bat-signal’. Fences and houses created a barrier between her eyes and the location of the reflection. She’d have to get dressed and walk there if she wanted to investigate.
“Okay. A child is doing this. They’re playing with their toys, and it’s causing a reflection, completely innocently.” Kate rationalised to herself.
“This is completely ridiculous!” She told herself.
No sane woman would think that a child playing with their games and think this had anything to do with M. In fact, no sane woman would even entertain this ridiculous notion that M had created, most probably to trap her.
Kate was done. She’d had enough of the mind games that M was playing; she hadn’t asked for this.
Kate fired off a message to M in her anger.
“I don’t want to know the next pieces of the puzzle. I don’t want to play your games. I’m done with you manipulating me.”
No sooner had she sent the text message, Kate’s phone buzzed with a reply.
“You sure about that, Kate? Are you sure you don’t want to know the reason why I got in touch with you? The reason why I chose you? The reason why you replied in the first place… that you secretly love being told what to do? The reason why you want to know who I am, and how I know so much about you? Let yourself go. Give in to me. I know you are burning for me. You want it. I know you want it. I want you.”
To be continued…
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