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Number Four
A Short Story
By Veronica Salt
Lilly Taylor was standing in
the corner. Her hands were tied behind her back, bound at the wrists with a
length of black satin. It wasn’t the position that caused her to rest her head
against the wall and take a deep, calming breath, it was the knowledge of where
she was and what she was about to do. It was pure insufficiency that had
brought her here; Order Your Pleasure
was a place she found out about on the internet. Her life was lacking in one
area and it led her to search for things on the web. Those things led her here.
The place was nondescript on the outside. It looked just like any other office
building, the only difference being the gated parking lot. None of that
mattered anyway. The only thing that mattered was that she drove two hours to
get this out of her system. Two hours so she didn’t have to be looked at with
pitiful eyes, or continue to be consumed by the pain that ruled her life,
keeping her untouched. It had been too long already. If Lilly didn’t do this,
she’d be forced to find other methods, and that could mean trouble.
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