A VISIT FROM SID

Part 1

By Stacey

(Note: The first parts contain mature sexual content and are not for readers under 18)

Not sure what I expected, but I can sure as hell tell you all it wasn’t what I was about to experience over the next 36 hours. You see, I had been bragging to my friends online about how I loved to walk on the wild side every now and then and how I could handle a visit from SID. After all, I’d had my share of the Crowe Brothers already, and deep down, SID was just like all of them (or so I thought). Well, I guess SID had been reading all of my posts about him, and he decided to teach me a lesson that I would never, ever forget.

The morning started out like any other. I got up early, showered and dressed, then sent the kids off with Jack for the afternoon. Bud was away visiting one of my other friends, luckily, since I definitely didn’t want him anywhere near the place when SID arrived. That would have been total disaster. Can you imagine, SID and Bud in a fight? I shudder to even think about it.

Anyway, with Jack, Bud, and the kiddos away, I sat typing on my computer and awaiting SID’s arrival. I had just replied to a post on our group site, when suddenly I felt someone breathing down my back.

“Fuck! You scared the shit out of me, SID!” I screamed, as I turned around to face him.

“Aren’t you happy to see me, Baby?” he grinned, as he ran a finger down the side of my face and neck, then pulled open the front of my shirt and peeked inside of it. “Small, but they’ll do,” he chuckled, as I stared at him with shock. “After all, more than a mouthful is a waste, I always say.”

“Fuck you, SID!” I couldn’t help but snap at him, disgusted and a bit embarrassed by his comment.

“Oh, but that’s exactly what I had in mind, my dear. Of course, I have a bit of fun in store for you first,” he replied, with a sly, evil grin on his face.

Oh shit, I was in trouble now. What the hell was I thinking, anyway, when I asked him to visit?! I couldn’t help but tremble at his touch as he ran his hands up my thighs and grabbed my bottom – so hard that he left bruises on it.

“What kind of sick, demented games do you have in store for me, anyway, SID?” I asked, nervously, though I must confess, more than a wee bit excited.

SID grinned and circled me – as if sizing up his prey. “Oh, that would spoil all the fun of the surprise if I went and told you now,” he giggled. “After all, I heard how much you love surprises.”

“Not sure if I’m going to like the kind of surprise you might have in mind, though, SID,” I shot back. Oh, why didn’t I just keep my big mouth shut?!

“Oh, we’ll see about that, my dear. When I’m finished with you, you’ll be screaming for more.” He thought to himself for a moment, and then giggled, “Well, you’ll be screaming, anyway.”

Why, oh why did I have to send Bud and Jack away for the day??? SID took me by the hand and led me to the kitchen, where he began to rummage through all of the cabinets and drawers, as if he were searching for something.

“Wha…what are you looking for, SID?” I asked, hesitantly.

He kept right at his task, ignoring my question. I got really, really nervous when I noticed he had set aside a large knife and an extra pair of Bud’s handcuffs on the counter, as well as a can of Rediwhip. The whole while, he was humming a tune – totally oblivious to me (or so I thought!).

“These will do for a start,” he commented offhandedly, picking up the objects and studying them, then turned his attention back to me. “Come, my dear, let’s see how much fun we can have before that Captain of yours decides to come back, shall we?”

He stood next to me, breathing down my neck, sending a wave of goosebumps through me as he did so. “Unless, of course, my dear…you’d prefer… I leave,” he half-whispered into my ear, nibbling a bit on my lobe. God he was turning me on!

I shivered, turned to face him, and managed to choke out, “N…n…no. No. I don’t want you to leave. ” What the hell was I saying?!

He smiled sweetly at me, and gently took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom – locking the door behind us.

“If you’re trying to scare me, SID, it’s not working,” I told him, trying to act tougher than I was actually feeling at the moment.

He giggled, ripped off my shirt and threw it aside, then grinned really big. “Oh, I think it is.”

I stood very still, my fists clinched at my sides, as SID circled me once more - contemplating what he was going to do next. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster and I began to sweat. The suspense and fear of the unknown was killing me!

“What’s wrong, SID, that microchip brain of yours malfunctioning or something? Can’t figure out what to do next?”  Why was I taunting him like this? What was wrong with me, anyway? Did I have a death wish or something?!

“Oh, don’t worry, baby, I’ve got big plans for you - big plans, indeed.” SID replied, with an evil grin. “Of course, they all include you being naked, so let’s just get rid of a few of these pesky clothes, shall we?”

He quickly tore off the remainder of my clothes, tossed them aside, and smiled. “There now, isn’t that better?” he asked, as he ran his hands down my naked body. “Nice…very smooth. Of course, it might not look the same when I get through with you.” He chuckled, and began to unbutton his green jacket.

“Promises, promises, SID,” I said through gritted teeth. Oh, why the hell was I playing his game?!

SID just kept on grinning, and casually removed his jacket, folded it neatly, and placed it on my desk. I couldn’t move. I just stood there and watched as he slowly removed the rest of his clothes, folded them, and put them in a neat pile with his jacket. When he was done, and completely nude, he turned to face me and I couldn’t help but gasp at the size of his huge, erect cock.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” he asked, as he moved closer to me, a strange, aroused look on his face. “Answer me!” he screamed, and I couldn’t help but jump.

“I said, you like my big cock, don’t you?” he repeated, calmer now.

“Ye..yes, SID. I like it.” Boy did I, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to let him know how much. He had enough of an ego, and certainly didn’t need any help from me making it worse!

“Good girl. Now, tell me how much you want me.”

I swallowed hard, took a deep breath. “I…I…”

“I… can’t... hear… you!” SID said to me, in a sing-song voice.

“Oh SID, I want you so bad,” I told him, trying to convince myself that if I just played along with his little games, I would be okay. After all, I had been told by my friends that SID was under control and no one could get hurt.

“I do like it when you beg, baby. It turns me on. And when I’m turned on, well…let’s just say, that’s when the real fun begins,” he said to me, then giggled and licked the side of my face with his reptilian-like tongue.

I grimaced, looked away. Big mistake.

“Don’t turn away from me, baby. I want to see your eyes while I’m having my fun with you…while I’m making you scream,” he told me, as he grabbed my chin and turned my face back towards him.

SID led me over to the bed, pushed me onto it, spread my legs, and began to lick and bite the inside of my thighs. I could feel bruises forming all over my skin as he worked his way up to my crotch. I couldn’t help but moan, as he inserted his long, reptilian-like tongue deep inside me, moving it in and out. His hands worked their way up to my breasts, and he began to squeeze them and pinch my nipples until I screamed out in pain and pleasure all at once.

“That’s right, baby,” he moaned. “Scream for me. You know I love it when you scream.”

“Fuck you, SID!” I yelled at him, as tears formed in my eyes.

“Oh, keep begging, baby. Keep begging,” snarled SID, and he moved up to my face and shoved his huge cock into my mouth. “Here, maybe this will shut you up for a while.” He giggled, as he began to fuck my mouth, nearly gagging me. “Now, now,” he teased, “it isn’t polite to try and talk with your mouth full.” He giggled again, and started fucking me faster.

Suddenly, he let out a loud, primordial roar – one like I had never heard before, and he came inside of my mouth. It was awful! There was blue goo everywhere and I nearly drowned on it!

“Don’t die on me, baby,” he said, as he turned me over and patted me on the back. “At least, not yet, anyway,” he giggled, and he began to nibble at my neck.

Damn, he was turning me on. How could I let him get to me like this? It was like he knew exactly where to touch me. Evil bastard! Suddenly, I felt his huge penis insert into me. Christ, it was so big and so hard! I felt as though he were going to rip me apart with it! Faster and faster he pounded it into me - the whole while I was screaming out with both pleasure and pain.

“Oh fuck, SID! What are you doing to me?!” I screamed, as I erupted into one orgasm after another, until they all seemed to blend together.

SID growled his pleasure at my response, and then came once more - again, shooting his blue goo into me and all over the bed. I was drenched in sweat and was out of breath.

“Don’t get too comfortable, baby. I’m just getting warmed up,” he said with a sly grin.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside the bedroom window, and SID shot up out of bed. “What the fuck was that?!” he asked, as he listened at the door. He then went over to the window and pulled the blinds back enough to peek outside.

I was worried it might have been Bud or Jack – home earlier than expected. That would be bad – really, really bad. Just then, SID came back into the room.

“I think that stupid cop friend of yours is lurking about. Sorry, baby, but we have to go now. I don’t want that big goon spoiling our fun.”

“Leave?!” I asked, now quite panicked. “Where are you going to take me, SID?”

He chuckled, went over to the desk and picked up his clothes. “Somewhere where no one can bother us, baby. Don’t you worry about it, where we’re going they’ll never be able to find us.”

Part 2

Meanwhile, outside on the front porch of my house, Bud had just returned home from a wild night out with one of my online friends.

“Shit!” he swore under his breath, as he realized that Jamie’s jeep was pulling up to the curb behind his car. He knew he shouldn’t, her being my best friend and all, but Bud really, really hated when Jamie was around. She could be quite annoying and such a smartass at times. By the time she had jumped out of her car and was heading for the door, Bud was already in her face – ready for a confrontation.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked Jamie, demanding an answer.

Not wanting to piss him off further, Jamie smiled, and using her sweetest voice, replied, “Why Bud, it’s so good to see you again. I’m just here for a short visit."

Bud clearly wasn’t buying Jamie’s innocent act one bit. He scowled at her and said, “Oh great, that’s just what Stacey needs, your kind of trouble, as if she can’t get into enough herself.”

“What brings you here, Bud?” Jamie asked, losing her innocent tone and adding sarcastically, “or don’t I have to ask?” Jamie knew she should be nice to him but he just pissed her off sometimes with his tough guy attitude.
 

Bud frowned at her and ignoring her last question, asked, “Did you bother to tell her you were coming this time?”
 

“Did you?” she fired back. She was getting to him, and she loved it.

Bud glared at Jamie, and gruffly replied, “I don’t need permission to visit.”

“Neither do I!” replied Jamie, frowning back at him. “As a matter of fact I did call her this time and she knows very well that I am coming. We have all kinds of plans that don't include you or Jack!”

“Fine, you two have fun but I’m holding you personally responsible for her safety.” Bud stormed off to his car and drove away.

“That went better then I thought it would,” Jamie said to herself, giggling, and added, ‘I wonder why he doesn’t like me?” She walked up to the house, thinking to herself, “I’m only a day early; I hope Stacey won’t be disappointed to see me instead of Bud.”

Jamie tried the door but it was locked. “Good girl, Stacey, you are finally listening to me,” she said out loud, to herself. Retrieving her keys from her bag, Jamie unlocked the door and entered.

The house was unusually quiet; Jamie’s gut tightened as she noticed the bedroom door open. “Stacey never leaves that door open.” She thought to herself, drawing her gun. Holding it close to her side, just in case the kids were inside, Jamie soundlessly walked to the bedroom. Carefully edging her way around the door, she listened for the sound of voices, but heard none – not a sound. As she quietly tiptoed inside, she let out an involuntary gasp, “Oh, my God!”

The room was in shambles, with things strewn about and blue goo everywhere. Walking into the room, Jamie was very careful not to disturb anything. On the dresser she saw my purse - the contents spilling out. Carefully looking through it she noticed that my inhaler was gone but my purple Advair disc was still there.

“Maybe she went willingly,” Jamie thought to herself as she continued towards the bathroom. She turned the corner and entered the bathroom and there – in bright red lipstick - was her answer…The word “HELP” frantically written across the bathroom mirror.

“Shit!” Jamie cursed under her breath, as she looked around the room, searching for more clues. Jamie sighed, leaned back against the door. She turned her head towards the bedroom and saw my favorite picture of Russ on the floor, the glass broken. Slowly walking over to it, she bent over and picked it up, carefully pushing the glass away.

 “Where is she, Russ?” she asked, staring into the picture. She let out a sigh, set it back down on the dresser.

Jamie’s head throbbed and she started to feel sick to her stomach. Back out into the hallway, she leaned against the wall, her legs trembling. “What have you invited into your life this time, Stacey?” Jamie softly whispered to herself, letting her body slide down the wall and resting her head on her knees. “I’m new here but you’ve explained the rules to me before. SID can’t hurt anyone… but just look at this room. Can SID really be trusted not to get carried away?”

Questions started rushing through her head… “Think, Jamie, think…how are you going to find her? Who are you going to get to help you? Why do you always have to piss off Bud, he’ll never help you now. Biebe is off with God knows who now, it would just be too complicated to work with him. Oh, why did you have to get so carried away with Zach last time? Think Jamie, who can help you find her?”

Jamie took a few cleansing breathes and calmed down. Again, talking to herself – as she so often did when she was nervous – suddenly the answer was clear to her. “Terry Thorne!” she exclaimed. “He’s the man I need, but would he be willing to work with the Chameleon?” 

Part 3

As Bud and Jamie argued outside on the front porch, SID quickly led me out through the back door and into the dark night. My heart pounded with fear as he held me tight against his hard body. He peered down the alleyway behind my house, waiting to make sure the coast was clear, then unlocked my car door and shoved me inside.  

“Better buckle up, baby,” SID giggled, reaching across me and fastening my seatbelt. “This could be a bit of a rough ride.” He giggled again, turned the key in the ignition, threw the car into gear, and tore out of the driveway and down the alleyway – knocking over trashcans as he went.

To say I was a bit frightened was putting it mildly. I was fucking scared outta my mind! I had no idea where this maniac was taking me or what he might do to me once we got there. I just kept telling myself that this was a bad dream and I would soon wake up. It wasn’t, of course, and I didn’t.

I peered out the window as SID drove on for what seemed like hours. “Where the hell is he taking me, anyway?” I wondered to myself, as I stole a glance at him out of the corner of my eye.  

SID caught me staring at him, a broad smile stretched across his face. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll be home soon enough…and we can have some more…fun.” He leaned over the driver’s seat and licked my left cheek, the car swerving a bit as he did so.  

“Car!” I yelled at him, and he looked up at the road just in time to swerve and miss a parked minivan. SID let out a full belly-laugh. “Oopsie!” he giggled, and started swerving and nearly missing several more parked cars alongside of the road. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, still driving recklessly, nearly running down a pedestrian crossing at a light. “Aren’t enjoying our little road trip?”

After that, I remained silent and still, not wanting to say or do anything that might upset him or get him to do anything…well…unpredictable (as SID so often did). I felt myself becoming drowsy and more than once I couldn’t help but close my eyes, but quickly opened them again. The last thing I wanted to do was to fall asleep in a car with SID driving!

SID must have noticed me drifting off. “Don’t fall asleep yet, we’re nearly there now,” he told me, shaking me from my slumber. “And I want you to be wide awake for this.”

Moments later, he stopped the car and got out, slamming the door behind him. Startled awake again, I felt his hands on me once more, as SID quickly reached into the passenger’s side door, pulled me out of the car and carried me in his arms. My eyes tried to focus in the dark on the huge, rundown mansion of a house looming in front of us.

“Wha….where are we?” I asked him, nervously, as SID opened the front door and carried me through the threshold.

“We’re…h-o-m-e,” his voice sang out, as he shut the door behind him with his foot. He giggled again, and carried me through the dark living room and up the stairs.

Before I realized what was happening, SID had me in an upstairs bedroom and had set me down on a huge, ornate four-poster king-sized bed. I scanned the room, looking for possible ways out, but there were bars covering all 4 of the large windows around the room.

“Looking for something, baby?” SID asked, grinning down at me, straddling my body. When I didn’t say anything, he snarled back at me, “thought not. Now, where were we when we were so rudely interrupted by that stupid cop of yours?” He cocked his head to one side, as if thinking, then continued, “Oh, yes, I remember now…” A broad evil grin spread across his face and he began stripping off my clothes, taking his time and humming as he did so.

From somewhere deep inside me a fire began to burn and I was filled with both rage and desire. If SID wanted to play, then that’s what I’d do – play. But on my terms, not his! Suddenly, with all the strength I could manage, I grabbed hold of his arms and flipped him over onto his back.

“My turn now,” I purred, as I straddled him, slowly taking my time as I stripped off his Armani suit and laid it to the side.

SID let out a low growl, nibbled at my neck, as I continued to strip his body of clothing. “Not sure if I like not being the one in control,” he said to me, and I flashed him a sly grin, as I began licking and biting him all over his hard naked body. “But I guess I can….humor you…for the time being.”

He reached around and grabbed my butt, squeezing a bit too tightly, and I quickly slapped his hand away and scolded, “No hands… like I said, it’s my turn now!”

I took a deep breath as I lowered myself onto him, bringing him full inside me. SID

let out a low growl, as we began to rhythmically move our bodies together. I couldn’t believe I was doing this…couldn’t believe I was allowing myself to get carried away like this! I hated myself for playing his game, but at the same time I was enjoying it – maybe even as much as he was. I closed my eyes, threw my head back, and writhed in ecstasy, turning SID on even more.

“I underestimated you, baby,” he growled, moving his body harder and faster into mine. “Maybe when we’re all done, I’ll let you live after all.”

“Bastard!” I thought, then moaned, and let out a slight giggle, as I said, sarcastically, “Oh, SID, you say the sweetest things.”

He grabbed hold of my torso with his strong hands and flipped me over so that he was on top of me once more - his piercing green eyes glaring seductively into mine. Faster and faster he moved, until finally letting out a loud roar, releasing his blue goo all over me again.

Moments later, I felt myself being lifted from the bed, and I allowed myself to drift off into sleep – complete unaware of where SID was taking me or what he might be planning next.

Part 4

Jamie sat in her car outside of Terry Thorne’s apartment. She’d been watching his place for the past 10 minutes, waiting for him to return home. At last, there he was…still dressed in full camo from whatever mission he’d just returned from. He got out

of his car, opened his front door, and went inside his apartment.

Jamie hesitated a moment, making sure the coast was clear – checking her rear-view mirror. “Okay, Jamie,” she said to herself, as she exited her car and stood on his doorstep. “You can do this.”  Suddenly, the door opened, surprising Jamie and causing her to gasp and jump, pulling her gun out as she did so.

Terry grimaced. Jamie was the last person he’d expected to see show up on his doorstep. Though he had never worked with her personally, he knew that she could sometimes, well, be…difficult, to say the least.

“Do you mind?” he asked, motioning towards the handgun Jamie had pointed at his torso.

 “Oh, heh…heh…oopsie!” she chuckled – clearly embarrassed that she had actually been so startled by him. “Sorry about that,” she added, shoving her gun back into her handbag.

Terry looked her up and down, suspiciously. He could tell something was wrong…she was too jumpy. “Now, what can I do for you…Jamie, right?”

“Shit. He knows my name. Not good.” Jamie thought, nervously, and then replied, “It’s Sid. He’s loose again, and he’s kidnapped my best friend, Stacey.” All kinds of wild thoughts were going through her mind as she wondered what Terry had heard about her – probably from Bud, most likely!

“Yeah, I heard about that,” Terry nodded, looked around – making sure no one was watching him, then motioned for her to step inside his apartment, closing the door behind them. Once inside, Terry told Jamie to have a seat on the couch, as he sat down in an armchair across from her. “I’m guessing you want me to find them, right? Bring her back…take down Sid?”

“Um…well, actually I was hoping you’d help me do it…you know, work together,” she told him, a bit peeved that he would even think to leave her out of the action.

“Ho-ho,” Terry chuckled, shaking his head. “Me, work with…you? Are you serious?”

“Oh, geeze,” thought Jamie, angrily. Bud definitely had been talking to him! She narrowed her eyes, then snapped, “Yes, Mr. Thorne, you… work… with… me!”

“Listen, darlin’, I think I can handle this situation without the help of….what’s that you call yourself? The Carnation?” He giggled, which really, really pissed Jamie off.

“That’s Chameleon, ass-hole,” Jamie sneered, gritting her teeth, thinking to herself, “Shit, am I ever going to let that Bud White have it when I see him again!” This was definitely not going as she had planned. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and then let it out.

“Well, Ms. Chameleon, I’ve already got intel on Sid’s possible whereabouts.” He sat forward in his chair, then added, “…but, if I need any help, you’ll be the first to know.” He smirked, and then stood to show Jamie to the door.

“Uh-uh,” she told him, shaking her head defiantly, “I won’t just let you dismiss me like this. You can’t get rid of me that easily, Terry. This is my best friend we’re talking about. I’m coming with you.”

He stared at her for a moment, finally nodded, though reluctantly. She impressed him the way she stood up to him. “And,” he thought to himself, grinning a bit, “She is quite attractive…even if she is…’difficult’…as Bud had put it.”

“Alright, then… you can come…if you must.” She opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off, adding, “But, let it be clear right now…I give the orders…not you.”

“Fine,” she said, as she stood up and walked over to face him, “but I’m driving!”

A wide smile washed over his camo-smeared face, as he replied, “Alright then, let’s get going…before it’s too late.”

Terry grabbed his equipment bag, which was sitting next to the door, and the two of them headed out into the night. Somewhere, out there in the darkness, Sid had me, and together Jamie and Terry were going to get me back…one way or another.

Part 5

When I woke up, my head was aching and the room seemed to be spinning. I squinted my eyes – trying to focus on…anything. I had no idea where I was or how long I had been there. I tried to sit up, but my body rebelled and I fell flat on my back again.

“Rough night?” I heard his voice ask, then giggle menacingly. SID came close to where I was lying, his breath making the hairs on my arm stand up straight. “Here….drink this,” he told me, bringing a bottle of cool liquid to my parched lips.

“Th…thanks,” I managed to reply, gulping down several large swallows of water, before he took the bottle away from me again. Out of the corner of my eye, I could

see SID watching me, a strange mixture of curiosity, pleasure, and yet disgust all rolled into one single expression on his face.

“You humans are so inferior, with your needs to consume… to preserve your pitiful little lives,” he finally commented. “Yet, I myself, have…needs, shall we say…though far more superior than those of your own.” He stood, moved in close to me, ran his fingertips slowly down my right leg, and smiled.

I finally managed to sit up. I stared around the sparsely decorated room, still unsure of exactly where I was. It was cold, stark and a bit menacing…very much like SID himself. A basement, maybe?

“Where are we?” I finally asked, trying not to sound as nervous as I was feeling.

“Somewhere…where no one will…bother us,” SID replied, a satisfied grin on his face. He stood, circled the room, arms outstretched, and then turned back to me.

I was seriously getting tired of his games, and just wanted this nightmare to end. What could he possibly be planning to do next? I shuddered at the thought of what might be going through that twisted mind of his. SID must have been able to tell from my expression what I was thinking. He narrowed his eyes, slithered over to where I was sitting, and stood over me – chuckling to himself.

“You do want to be here with me, don’t you, baby?” he grinned, slyly, now face-to-face with me. “I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t think you wanted to be here.” SID laughed wildly; his tongue flicked out and licked my neck. Damn, how I hated when he did that (not because I didn’t like it and all, but because I really, really did!).  And, what was worse, I hated myself for the tiny part of me that actually did want to be here with him.

“Um…of course I want to be here, SID,” I replied, hesitantly, and then added, “Wherever here is.”

“Good,” he told me, a wicked grin still spread across his face, “because I still have plans for you, baby…big plans.” SID stood up, walked slowly across the room, and flipped a switch – flooding the entire room with blinding white light.

I blinked my eyes, trying to focus on where SID was and what he was doing, but the light shone much too brightly for me to see anything beyond it. Before I knew it, SID was once again standing in front of me, but this time he held something in his hands.

“Smile for the camera,” he giggled, pointing a small, hand-held camcorder at me.

Instinctively, I held my hands in front of my face – trying to block out his view of me.  “You’re not camera shy, are you, baby?” he giggled again, moving the camera closer to my face. “Not as beautiful as I am, of course, but you’ll have to do.” SID reached in and pulled my hands away from my face. “Now, I said… smile!” He ordered, looking through the viewfinder once more.

I managed to turn the corners of my lips up a bit, in an effort to appease him. SID growled, moving the camera in and out and all around me. “Now, tell that nasty Captain of yours and that stupid cop that you don’t need them any more. All you need is…me.”

I hesitated, took a deep breath. Christ, he was serious, wasn’t he? For some strange reason, SID planned on keeping me here with him. “Bud…Jack…I…” that’s all I managed to get out.

“C’mon, don’t let me down, baby…SAY IT!” he yelled, causing me to jump.

“Jack…Bud…I don’t want you anymore. SID is all that I need. SID is perfect and I plan on being with him…forever.” Tears streamed down my face, as I managed to choke out that last part. Where were Jack and Bud, anyway, and why weren’t they here rescuing me from this…this…maniac?! And where were my friends? Surely Jamie would wonder where I was. Surely she’d come looking for me. At least, I hoped so. I tried to stifle my sobs as SID sat down next to me, turning the camera on the both of us.

“You heard her…. I am perfect. I’m all that she needs,” he giggled into the camera, one arm around me holding me tight. “Don’t think about looking for her, because you won’t find her. She’s mine now.” SID turned the camera off, set it down beside him on a small table, and then looked at me. He smiled, chuckled a bit under his breath. “Good girl,” he said, patting me on the head. “I’ve decided that I will let you live.” He stood, picked up the camera, turned out the overhead light, and left the room – locking the door behind him.

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