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The bustling of downtown on a Friday night. People enjoying night life in the city. Street lamps alight and alive, the skyline above, the sidewalk and avenue well trodden with footsteps of all manner. Going out, going home, going to work. The valets for various restaurants take vehicles off to park them in nearby lots and parking ramps. Wait staff make their way in and out. Outdoor bars and tables, indoor layouts of luxury white linen adorning tables. Plates, napkins, silverware all neatly placed. Chatter from the crowd, True Colors by Cyndi Lauper playing softly overhead serenades the crowd to relax. The outdoor overhang of a pergola covers a set of tables. One such waiter makes his way outside towards one. The table in question with a couple sitting at it. A man sitting on one end of the square, four by four table. Leaned back into his wooden chair with his right leg crossed atop the other. Long, dark brown hair that was pulled back and out of his face, his light blue collar shirt

(Trigger warning for drug use, CNC, and a sexual encounter) “Hey….an…….…ar….me?” Bright lights. Flashing on and off before my eyes. My ears alive with a loud ringing that soon fades. My head throbs as my vision comes back into focus. More flashing lights are not what I need right now. I avert my vision down and off to the side. Getting a nice view of the curb I sat on. My left arm extended outward and hooked up to some expensive looking bit of machinery, operated by a paramedic. EKG? Or something like that. I didn't want to think too hard about it. I suddenly felt cold, gripping the blanket around my half naked body. Not sure where my clothes were but I could sure use them right now. I faced myself forward to notice two pairs of shoes standing before me. The formal nature of them made me feel sick, as I looked up to confirm. Two police officers standing before me. One with a notepad and the other with a flashlight that he turned off and slipped back into his front jacket pocket.

With hair pulled back and eyes low I deign to observe you from across the room, my motions slow I notice the book your reading, adorned in heels and your Sunday's best My gaze is transfixed and my heart in a state of arrest The intrigue and sophistication are a given, I won't lie But even seeing past all that, there is often more than meets the eye I wonder if you'd enjoy dinner, discussion, cuddles, and a kiss goodnight Someone there to make you laugh, be there when you cry, and hold you tight Chocolates and flowers, wines and dine, are all very nice things But my pleasures go deeper than expensive nights out and diamond rings It's fleeting, a bit touch and go at the start But keep an open mind, and it has many lessons to impart It's basis is control and can manifest small at first Kissing on the mouth and neck, nail marks upon the back, acts of passion that increase the thirst Starting small, but we bridge our way to bigger and better things I also specialize in rope

Ez pulled up to the alleged meeting spot. Was this really the place? This part of campus was supposed to be closed per its ongoing renovation. She double checked the email message on her phone. The exact same address. What else was there to think about? Helping out one of her students with his final project that he needed to graduate his major certainly wasn't criminal. Even if the location itself seemed criminal. No need to overthink this. She was already ten minutes late. She walked around to the back door of the old building. Looking over the darkened building, she reached for the handle, fully expecting it to be locked. To her surprise, it opened. She entered the old dormitory halls and was met with a staircase to the basement immediately to her left. A dim light at the bottom of it. K couldn't have picked a more cryptic meeting spot if he tried. Alas, she did as instructed and went to the bottom of the stairs and tried the door. This one was locked. She knocked and waited. After a

The dim headlights of Leah's Audi Quattro rolled on through hard rainfall as she made her way off the highway and down into the neighborhood by campus. Streetlamps helped light her path where her old car seemed to be struggling. The poor vehicle was bound to breakdown any day now, she could feel it in its frame. The rubber of the wheels turned onto West Mason street where her town house apartment was just a few blocks down. She pulled into the parking spot next to her roommate's car. Looking up to see the light on in Ez's room, indicating that she was home. Leah grabbed a few textbooks from the passenger seat after shutting the car off. Pulling her hood up she quickly bolted inside, with her books pulled under her jacket to shield them from the rain. Pulling up to the door she shoved her key in only to have the door unexpectedly push open. Her eyebrows raised in a surprised furl. It wasn’t like Ez to forget to lock the door. She stepped inside and kicked her shoes off, setting her coat

Another agonizing day working out in the heat comes to close. I can feel the weakness in my knees as I make it inside the doors of our apartment complex and feel the AC. The sweat dripping from practically everywhere on my body slows down, and I feel like I can breathe again. Leaning up against the wall to catch my breath. After a few seconds, I feel revitalized. My vision focuses and my posture sharpens upright. Feeling better, I make for the elevator. Hit the button to the eighth floor and wait for the doors to close. Surprisingly, no one gets in with me. Rather quiet these last few days in what is usually a pretty busy apartment complex. People must be gone for summer vacation. From the first floor to my floor, the elevator ride is about ninety seconds. I hear the ding of the bell and get off as the doors open. Turning left at the hall to my unit which is just a few doors down. The jingle from my pocket as my keys are pulled out. I flip through them to find the right one. Time to

"With aspirations of a championship or bust season, the Bucks see their run cut short in the first round. Losing to the Miami Heat in five games, with a gutting final loss at home. Headed into an uncertain offse-" I reached in to click the stereo knob off. The doom and gloom commentary from the game was, unsurprisingly, not helping my mood. The night air was cooler than I wanted it to be. Having been high 70's during the middle of the day, and dipping into the low 50's at night. Pitch black darkness surrounding me on all three sides as I sat firmly in the passenger seat of my vehicle. The only source of illumination being the headlights from my running car, and some lamp posts illuminating a marked railroad crossing some ways off in the distance. Heck of a meeting spot, but then again…I didn't pick it. An old abandoned lot in a rundown part of town. Economically depressed buildings, long having been closed. Where industry once stood proud and firm…now there was only vacancy, and

The sun set upon the horizon, peeking out just over the tree line as it glared through the windshield of our van. Pulling our visors down as we continued our conversation. "Assassin's are typically only good for glass cannon builds. There are maps that require fortification or divide and conquer tactics. You need something with better utility. Like a Paladin or Pegasus Knight." "Haven't you heard that the best defense is a good offense? Utilizing overaggressive tactics of your opponent to lure them into a killing ground so that you can…..oh wait….is that her?" Our eyes took to the rearview mirror and the car that was pulling up the road behind us. As it got closer, we immediately recognized the license plate. I looked to Grarl for confirmation. "Yep, that's her. Masks." He said plainly and we both pulled ski masks up over our faces. The car passed us by as we did so. The eye holes of my mask fitting round and framing my face. The tattered state of the old mask made me itch all