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“Lucky bastard,” he says, and gives me a playful slap on the ass as I walk away.
I’m surprisingly steady and confident as I strut across the courtyard to the waiting cab. Yeah, I’m a hardcorer now. I love the bloom of pride I get. I’m a hardcorer. I’m a hardcorer. I’m a hardcorer. The dream of dreams. I’m really making it. My proposals are ramping right up on the scale.
I give the cab driver the address and he double checks with me, as though I’m bat shit crazy, but I reply without a hint of hesitation.
My confidence stays with me until the cab reaches the far depths of the East End. That’s when the memories truly start hitting home. I recognise the collections of stores at random locations on the way, and they get more and more cheap looking the further we go.
User 706 has chosen his starting spot deliberately, and it must have taken some scoping out on his part. It’s a park track on the edge of a shit estate, dilapidated, rough, and out of view. My skin prickles, remembering the last time he grabbed me. Thank fuck I’m going to be used by a guy who’s paying a lot of money for the privilege, not by one out to take it for free.
I arrange for the driver to return at 5.30 in the morning – a triple rate promised. I only hope he’ll be there. He definitely doesn’t look all that keen when he agrees. I give him a fifty quid tip and that seems to seal the deal.
“No problem. See you at five thirty.”
I watch the cab drive away before I click arrived on the app, and then I wait for my instructions. I haven’t worn a coat on purpose, to look like even more of a slut. A trembling, cold one – but the adrenaline will warm me up soon enough. My heart is already pounding, remembering the primal fear of the chase.
I’ve made sure I’ll be able to get a decent run in. My heels are high, but not crazy enough to hold me back. I’ll be able to use them, and I’ll need to. My nerves are on edge, ready to sprint for my life.
Josh was right. It’s so easy to brush off a proposal as no big deal when it’s just a load of text on an app, but when you’re about to be hunted through the night by a filthy brute of a stranger in a ski mask, the reality turns up to maximum volume. But I remember Tiff’s words, always a gent at the end. He was a true gent last time. He might be rough, but it’s playacting. I’m the one that’s really in control.
My phone PINGS and I fucking jump.
Jesus Christ!
The instructions are the same as the last time.
Walk. Don’t look behind you.
I take a breath before I set off, hating how loud my heels sound on the path. The council have chucked some token gravel down here since I came last, but if they fixed the streetlights their efforts didn’t last long. At least half of the bulbs are smashed again.
Gravel and broken glass on the floor. Nasty combination.
My imagination starts up in earnest…
I just hope he doesn’t shove me down in it. I hope my knees aren’t shredding and bleeding, with his cock in my throat before he’s so much as dragged me along to his van.
I let my mind spin with every step, trying to build up the adrenaline in my veins. I want this to be the best scene User 706 has ever had. I want to be as petrified as I can be when he comes for me.
I’m still walking along when I get a flash of familiarity at the sight of one of the streetlamps up ahead. I know this one, next to an overhanging tree. This is the one he grabbed me under last time. This is where User 706 clamped his gloved hand over my mouth and told me I was a slut who was clearly asking for a fucking.
My pussy betrays me. Wanting it. But the fear defends me, and I pick up my pace, striding faster as I wait for him to strike.
But fuck, how User 706 makes me wait for it.
I hesitate when I reach the lamppost, my heart racing, legs trembling, braced for him to leap out of nowhere. I take my phone from my bag, pretending to check a message,
But no. Nothing. Just the rustle of leaves in the breeze.
I set off walking again, fear spiking, heart going way too fast, expecting him to leap from every bush I pass.
I must have walked at least a quarter of a mile in the darkness, getting colder until my teeth are chattering, even though my heart is still racing. The gravel peters off and turns to mud, and the brambles get rife, spearing me from the sidelines. The grotty buildings of the estate disappear into the distance, and it’s like I’m in the middle of nowhere. No more token benches or dog turd bins to be seen. No streetlamps. Nothing… until a tall metal fence appears up ahead. I go to pull my phone out, thinking maybe I’ve gone the wrong way, but how can I have taken the wrong route? It’s been a straight line, with nowhere to turn off. So, no. I leave my phone alone. I ponder as I look at the scene before me, crossing my arms to keep myself warm.
There is something ominous about the glow from beyond the metal fence. I step up to it slowly. Quietly. There’s a faded security light on the corner of a building, and it’s glowing dim orange.
This isn’t a mistake. I can feel it. User 706 wants me here.
I look closer at the metal fence. Sure enough there’s a gap. It looks like it’s been cut with cutters. I move up close and peek inside, and there’s a solitary van in the car park – white and grubby. His van. I remember it on sight, so what the fuck do I do? Walk right on up to it?
The confusion has me heady. I’m teetering, unsure, still to make a decision, when a hand clamps over my mouth from behind and the shock knocks the wind out of me. He slams me right up against the railings, and my bag goes flying to the ground.
