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« Last post by Carmello on November 26, 2025, 09:10:42 PM »
The weekend started with the best intentions. Amy and I had booked a charming, albeit slightly upscale, hotel just outside the city for a much-needed romantic retreat. We cherished these moments of quiet intimacy, a world away from work and routine. On Saturday evening, after a lovely dinner in town, we were driving back, the car windows slightly down, the cool night air mixing with the scent of Amy’s perfume.
That’s when it happened. Merging onto the hotel road, I misjudged the speed of the car behind me—a massive black SUV—and cut them off slightly. It was a momentary lapse in attention, but the horn blast that followed was not a tap of annoyance; it was a furious, prolonged bellow of pure rage.
I instinctively hit the brakes, ready to gesticulate my apologies, or perhaps even fire back a quick retort. But Amy’s hand shot out and clamped onto my forearm with surprising strength.
“Don’t, hun, don’t,” she whispered, her voice tight with real fear. “Just go. Look at him.”
I glanced in the rearview mirror. The driver, a man with a shaved head and shoulders that strained the fabric of his black t-shirt, was glaring at me with an intensity that made my stomach drop. He was clearly built like a brick outhouse, several leagues beyond my own moderately fit frame. Amy was right; this wasn't an argument I could win. This was a clear-cut case of: he would definitely beat the hell out of me.
My bravado evaporated. I swallowed hard, put my foot down, and sped away, weaving through the traffic until the black SUV was finally lost in the rearview mirror. I felt a surge of adrenaline, mixed with a healthy dose of shame. I had fled like a coward.
We exchanged a look. It was a sweet, intimate moment of shared vulnerability. Amy’s eyes were wide, but softening now with relief and complicity. "That was close," she said, letting out a nervous laugh. "Especially because there was a woman with him, and she looked much more built than me. They would have put a serious hurt on both of us." The thought of facing two such powerful, angry figures sent a small shiver of perverse excitement through us both.
Back at the hotel, we quickly found sanctuary in our room, collapsing onto the plush bed. We clung to each other, the recent scare lending a desperate edge to our embrace.
But our sense of safety was short-lived.
Later that evening, heading out to the vending machine for a late-night snack, we saw them. There they were, standing at the check-in desk, looking every bit as imposing as they had in the car: the man's huge, muscular arms crossed over his chest, and the woman, tall and lean, with the kind of athletic build that screamed discipline and strength. They were staying here. Our sanctuary was compromised.
Terrified, we quickly retreated, hugging the walls, our shoulders tensed, whispering apologies to anyone we accidentally brushed past. We managed to avoid them for an hour, but as we walked towards the elevators, we saw them approaching from the lobby. They saw us too.
Panic seizing us, we sprinted to the elevator bank. I jammed my finger on the button for our floor repeatedly. The doors opened. We dove inside, and as the muscular man’s hand reached out, trying to catch the edge of the closing doors, I slammed the 'door close' button with all my might. We heard a muffled curse as the doors slid shut.
?Back in our room, we locked the door, bolted the safety latch, and scrambled under the heavy duvet. Hidden in the dark, breathing shallowly, we confessed our terror to each other. We admitted our fear, vulnerability, and utter cowardice.
"I'm shaking," Amy confessed, burying her head against my shoulder. "I'm so scared of her. Did you see her shoulders? She's pure muscle, I bet she could tie me in knots before I even screamed."
"I know," I admitted, my voice muffled by the sheets. "And him? I can't even look at him. I'm afraid of what he'd do to me. We're completely at their mercy if they find us. We'd have to obey."
The silence in the room was then shattered by three heavy, deliberate knocks on the door. Knock. Knock. Knock.
We froze. Neither of us dared to move, or even whisper. Our hearts pounded a frantic, terrified rhythm against each other's chests. The sheets, thick and heavy, felt less like bedding and more like a necessary shield. We were trapped...
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