number, but not immediately. She clicked on a few messages that caught her interest. None of them were as thrilling as the two she’d been communicating with. She clicked on Derek’s profile. He was thirty four, six foot three, blonde with green eyes. There were five photos of him, but the one she liked the most was the one of him in a pair of shorts and a vest on a beach somewhere.
‘What lovely arms you have,’ she said to herself as her eyes wondered down the toned arms.
She took her time to re-read his profile. He’d been single for a year and wanted to get back into dating. He was easy going, played football and loved spending time with his friends and family. His favourite holiday was in Rhodes. After she’d scanned his photos one more time, she ventured onto Marcus’s profile.
He was six foot four, black hair and blue eyes. He looked like a guy out of a magazine. He was an artist, owned his own gallery and loved to play golf on his days of leisure. He was also easy going, which seemed to be the case with most guys. Why was it they were always easy going? Why couldn’t they be fun, full of life? Easy going was a bit boring and predictable, but his looks made up for it. Marcus had seven photos of himself. The man was stunning, she couldn’t blame him for wanting to show off the fact. She nodded, not smiling much. Too many thoughts spun around, but wouldn’t let them take her off track.
Satisfied by both, Harmony responded to each email. Agreed to both dates and times, and sent them her phone number. Immediately after that she signed off.
There were a few things she wanted to do before bed. The house was a mess and there were things to put in place.
****
M arcus logged off. It had been a success, he was one step closer to finishing his picture. He sat back a moment, his hands behind his head and just thought. It would be easy, it had always worked, and the women loved his charm!
He stood up satisfied. Took the stairs and opened a door to one of the many bedrooms. The sight was delightful! There she was, a beautiful naked blond, both arms chained to the poster bed.
‘Why are you doing this?’ she cried. ‘Let me go, let me go!’
He walked up to the woman with a huge grin. ‘Now now, don’t be like that. You’re such a beautiful woman and I don’t want you looking all sad for the picture. He turned behind him. There was a big canvas he’d been working on. ‘It will soon be complete,’ he beamed. ‘I may have the final piece to this picture.’ He sat beside the woman, reached out his hand to stroke her cheek, but she turned away. ‘Rose don’t be like that. You’re so beautiful.’ He touched her cheek even though she resisted. ‘You have such lovely smooth skin.’ He moved closer and his lips touched the side of her cheek.
‘Please, please,’ she begged.
He backed away and admired the body of the beautiful woman he’d captured. Rose turned to him.
‘What will you do with me?’ she asked.
‘Make your beauty permanent. You will never age. I will capture you into my world and you shall forever be young.’
‘You’re a sick man!’ She spat.
‘I beg to differ. I’m your god. I’m giving you eternal beauty. Don’t you see?’ He stood up and walked over to the painting he’d started. ‘Look at you, look at your beauty. It will stay here forever. You’ll never go old.’
‘You won’t get away with this!’ She wriggled, but it was no use. The chains wouldn’t be coming off.
Marcus didn’t respond. Instead he spent a couple of minutes admiring his painting. When he was finally satisfied he walked up to the bed, picked up the red silk sheet and covered her body.
‘Let’s hide you up for now. But soon, soon I’ll have the master piece.’ He winked and left her to beg for her life back.
He stepped out and shut the door. There was a faint smile across his face. How he loved his life. He took a few steps to the right and opened the door to another bedroom. The
‘What lovely arms you have,’ she said to herself as her eyes wondered down the toned arms.
She took her time to re-read his profile. He’d been single for a year and wanted to get back into dating. He was easy going, played football and loved spending time with his friends and family. His favourite holiday was in Rhodes. After she’d scanned his photos one more time, she ventured onto Marcus’s profile.
He was six foot four, black hair and blue eyes. He looked like a guy out of a magazine. He was an artist, owned his own gallery and loved to play golf on his days of leisure. He was also easy going, which seemed to be the case with most guys. Why was it they were always easy going? Why couldn’t they be fun, full of life? Easy going was a bit boring and predictable, but his looks made up for it. Marcus had seven photos of himself. The man was stunning, she couldn’t blame him for wanting to show off the fact. She nodded, not smiling much. Too many thoughts spun around, but wouldn’t let them take her off track.
Satisfied by both, Harmony responded to each email. Agreed to both dates and times, and sent them her phone number. Immediately after that she signed off.
There were a few things she wanted to do before bed. The house was a mess and there were things to put in place.
****
M arcus logged off. It had been a success, he was one step closer to finishing his picture. He sat back a moment, his hands behind his head and just thought. It would be easy, it had always worked, and the women loved his charm!
He stood up satisfied. Took the stairs and opened a door to one of the many bedrooms. The sight was delightful! There she was, a beautiful naked blond, both arms chained to the poster bed.
‘Why are you doing this?’ she cried. ‘Let me go, let me go!’
He walked up to the woman with a huge grin. ‘Now now, don’t be like that. You’re such a beautiful woman and I don’t want you looking all sad for the picture. He turned behind him. There was a big canvas he’d been working on. ‘It will soon be complete,’ he beamed. ‘I may have the final piece to this picture.’ He sat beside the woman, reached out his hand to stroke her cheek, but she turned away. ‘Rose don’t be like that. You’re so beautiful.’ He touched her cheek even though she resisted. ‘You have such lovely smooth skin.’ He moved closer and his lips touched the side of her cheek.
‘Please, please,’ she begged.
He backed away and admired the body of the beautiful woman he’d captured. Rose turned to him.
‘What will you do with me?’ she asked.
‘Make your beauty permanent. You will never age. I will capture you into my world and you shall forever be young.’
‘You’re a sick man!’ She spat.
‘I beg to differ. I’m your god. I’m giving you eternal beauty. Don’t you see?’ He stood up and walked over to the painting he’d started. ‘Look at you, look at your beauty. It will stay here forever. You’ll never go old.’
‘You won’t get away with this!’ She wriggled, but it was no use. The chains wouldn’t be coming off.
Marcus didn’t respond. Instead he spent a couple of minutes admiring his painting. When he was finally satisfied he walked up to the bed, picked up the red silk sheet and covered her body.
‘Let’s hide you up for now. But soon, soon I’ll have the master piece.’ He winked and left her to beg for her life back.
He stepped out and shut the door. There was a faint smile across his face. How he loved his life. He took a few steps to the right and opened the door to another bedroom. The
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