I want you to know that, even while you sit in a ten by ten room, I wait for you here on the outside. I long for the day I get to take you into my arms and hold you close to my chest., The day that I get to proclaim you as mine for the world to see. You shall be my queen, and I, your humble servant.
Was this guy for real? I considered balling up the piece of paper in my hands, but something stopped me. Divine intervention seeped into my brain and made me keep reading.
I know what you want, Annie, and I want to help. I know your true hearts desire. Eight became seven, and together, seven shall become one.
I will write to you everyday. I will wait for your response, and if you choose not to love me, I will love you for the both of us.
I look forward to hearing from you.
Always yours,
Victor.
“Eight becomes seven becomes one? That doesn’t even make a lick of sense,” Stabby proclaimed, bored of the eavesdropping.
What Stabby didn’t know was, Eight becomes seven, becomes one made complete and absolute sense, but how in the world could this faceless man know that? How did he know my deepest and darkest desires? I didn’t know, but I had to find out.
Over the course of the next nine and a half years, Victor and I wrote back and forth to each other almost every day. I begged him to come see me, but he refused. He said the timing had to be right. We spoke in code as often as we could to avoid detection as each letter, coming and going were read by the guards.
When it was evident I would finally be leaving my jailers behind, Victor and I made a plan. Freedom, followed by a new identity, a first meeting, and revenge. We had spent so much time planning, I hardly couldn’t believe step two was in process and step three would be happening within twenty four hours.
I pulled myself from my memories and looked down at the phone in my hand. With deft fingers I punched in the only number I had ever memorized in life and held my breath.
Ring…
Ring…
Ring…
“Hello,” the man on the other side greeted me, a hint of knowing in his deep bass.
“Victor?” I whispered, my heart in my throat.
“Yes, Annie. It’s me. Where are you?”
Chapter Three
As the blackened water swirled down the drain at my feet, I silently mourned the loss of my spiraling identity. Yes, I was still Annie, and that was never going to change, and while I hated my red hair, and where it had come from, it had been my identifying feature since the day I had been born.
Several minutes later, I stepped out of the shower a different person. My butt length red locks were gone, in their place a short black bob. Taking a look in the mirror, I almost didn’t recognize myself, which was the point after all.
After I had told Victor of my location, he promised he would be here in two days. In that time, I was to completely change as much as physically possible for our plans to work. I headed to the local mall and stocked up on black clothing. I had my eyebrow, lip and septum pierced, and a new flame encrusted rose took up half of my upper right arm. My hair was the last thing to go, and the hardest to say goodbye to.
I checked the bedside clock. Victor would be here at eight pm, in two hours, and I was going to be ready for him. I dried my hair and ran a straightening iron through it, a complete one-eight from the natural curl I had been born with. The night before I had watched a few tutorials on how to apply makeup, and I worked carefully to achieve the look I was going for. When I was done, I stood back in front of the mirror.
I was positive, not a single soul who knew the former Annie would recognize me. I barely did myself. My black jeans had giant tears through them, and my white, off the shoulder crop top completed my ensemble. With ten minutes to spare I sat on the bed and waited for my destiny to knock.
He didn’t disappoint.
I slowly rose from the bed. Taking a deep breath, I blinked away my anxiety and I opened the door.
The man before me was exactly what I pictured and I couldn’t control the raging lust that flowed through my body. I reached out my hand for his and pulled him in, shutting the door behind me. There was no hesitation, no thought as we took each other into our arms, our lips colliding in an explosion of fiery stardust and darkness.
My hands snaked up his back, my fingers finding his hair and tugging, pulling him away from my lips as my mouth attacked his neck. Victor didn’t fight it, instead he hoisted me up, my legs encircling his waist and carried me to the bed. When he threw us backwards, my lips detached as did my fingers.
Victor knew what I wanted, what I needed and he obliged without a single syllable between us. Grabbing the collar of my shirt in both hands, with little effort, Victor ripped my shirt from my body, throwing it across the floor. My heavy breasts bounced, no longer contained by the fabric, and with one hand, Victor grabbed my wrists and held them above my head as his other hand explored my newly presented flesh.
It didn’t take long for my moans to fill the hotel room around us. I urged him for more with savage grunts, and with the thrusting of my hips he obliged my every whim.
Victor let go of my hands, but warned me with a look not to move. Crawling backwards off of me, my mouth let out a whimper at the loss of his
