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She smiled as she looked around, maybe she’d overdone it a bit this time. For as far as she could see the landscape around her was abandoned. No sign of human life whatsoever. She took a few deep breaths and waited for her pulse to go down. She would jog down and run along the water edge for a kilometer and a half and then she would return to her car.

She took a sip of water and started to run again. The cool wind turned into a refreshing breeze. Her running found a rhythm, a mesmerizing rhythm and she couldn’t help but fantasize about Niamf. She didn’t even know if that was his real name, or just his screen name, according to him it’s originally an Irish girls name, but his parents didn’t know that, so they named there baby boy Niamf.

Anyway he could be here right now. He could be hiding behind that tree, or he could be waiting for her behind those bushes, or maybe he had been following her all along. She ran down the dune and picked up some speed. She always loved this feeling, this mix between running and falling, as if she was at the brink of loosing control. She didn’t fall, she reached the edge of the water. A seagull flew away gawking.

Still no sign of Niamf. For months now they spend about every night sharing sexy stories, doing some online roleplay, and about two weeks ago she’d agreed to do a CNC scene with him. She always had this fetish for CNC and the thought of experiencing an actual scene was making her wet beyond belief.

She used to run two times a week but these last few weeks she’d went for a run almost every single day. Running along abandoned trails so Niamf would have the opportunity to grab her and overpower her, put her in a trunk maybe. She had agreed to be put in a trunk, but she had agreed to a lot of stuff. She’d consented to non-consent. Niamf couldn’t promise they would do everything, off course.

So far no Niamf, only her her improving stamina. Maybe she picked a trail too secluded, there was no one, absolutely no one in sight, maybe Niamf didn’t even know she was here.

Her feet were sinking away in the sandy beach and her calves were getting tired quickly. A high mechanical wheezing sounded and startled she looked around. She had no idea where it came from, maybe it was on of those sea gulls. No, there it was again. This time the sound was followed by a warm glow in her shoulder. When she looked at the glowing spot she saw a metal cylinder sticking out of her shoulder. It didn’t even hurt, there was only this heat spreading quickly, tingling sensations shot up through her spine. Suddenly the world started to tilt, maybe she was dizzy, her muscles wobbling, she felt strangely lightheaded as if she had taken a few too many shots and the next moment she was laying on the sand. She couldn’t even remember falling down, she was just there on the beach, the sand pressing up against her lips, the waves of the ocean softly sloshing back and forth underneath the gray clouds a sea gull flying.

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There was a buzz in her mind, it was hard to concentrate. Was this Niamf? Maybe it was someone else, maybe she’d picked such an abandoned trail that she’d accidentally ran into a legit predator. She couldn’t move at all, she was totally paralyzed, and it still felt she was drunk or at least quite tipsy. She almost wanted to giggle, the moment she smiled more sand touched her lips and the sand even got into her mouth.

Two legs appeared and they came to a standstill before her, a dark silhouette contrasted by the grayish white clouds in the sky. He just stood there looming over her.

‘What?’ Paige tried to say. ‘Who are you? Are you Niamf?’

It was hard to make words. Sounds came out of her mouth but no syllables and all the while more and more sand seemed to cover her lips.

The silhouette squatted down next to her. ‘Still awake?’ A voice said. ‘I thought I gave you plenty of time to surrender to the drugs.’

A hand on her face, someone was softly caressing her cheek and upper arm. ‘It’s okay.’ They said. ‘Oh, I see, you didn’t remove the dart. Smart girl. I’ll remove it for you and make sure you...’

Paige didn’t even hear what they said after that, she felt hands fidgeting on her shoulder and suddenly this wave of dizziness hit her head. Before she was able to react or say or think anything about it, she felt her eyes shutting close and she sank away in this deep dreamless sleep.

~~~

Her body was shaking back and forth. The roughness of the motion made her grumble and open her eyes. She saw a face. A face she didn’t know hung over her. A body laying on top of her, a cock inside of her moving back and forth. She closed her eyes again, she didn’t know what was going on. Everything felt so strange, maybe she was dreaming. She tried to remember how she got here. That was a valid way to determine whether you were dreaming or not, right? She didn’t know how she got here so that must mean this was a dream.

There was a fogginess in her brain that just wanted to go back to sleep, but another part of her wanted to be awake and struggle. She let out a moan, his cock was quite pleasant inside of her, not so big it was painful, yet she was adequately filled up and he did know how to move it around to stimulate her in a very arousing way. Involuntarily her hips started rocking along in the same rhythm, tilting so the tip of his cock would hit her special spot even better.

‘That was easy.’ A voice said. She opened her eyes again, without realizing when she’d closed them. She stared up at the face hanging over her. She didn’t recognize it, yet it felt vaguely familiar, like she’d seen it before, somewhere else.

‘Who are you?’ She asked, but the moment she moved her mouth she noticed the sand that was covering her lips and tongue. She wanted to brush it away with her hand, but the guy on top of her grabbed her wrist and pushed it into the bed.

‘Ssh...’ He said. ‘I’ll clean you up in a moment, first let me enjoy my new found sex toy.’

He kept her body in place as he was fucking her. Sex toy, sex toy, sex toy. Those words kept on lingering in her brain, she was his sex toy, she loved being called someones sex toy.

It was making her so hot, his cock had already been incredibly arousing, and the way he held her wrist and kept her captive added to that arousal too. It was as if he came walking straight out of her fantasies. Although if this was a dream, he was just a figment of her imagination anyway, wasn’t he?

She was getting more and more aroused, her pussy warm and horny. She sank into those pleasurable feelings as they grew to the size of her body, they took over her mind, maybe she drifted of again, she didn’t know.

The next thing she remembered was him orgasming and trying to pull out of her. She remembered wrapping her arms around his bum, putting her fingers in his flesh and pulling him inside of her again. So he would continue to fuck her.

He wasn’t holding her wrist anymore, she realized as she was squeezing his butt. She couldn’t remember when he’d let go of her arms.

He started to chuckle. ‘Oh boy.’ He said. ‘Aren’t you done yet?’

Paige let out a grumble as she tilted her hips to let the cock slide even deeper.

‘You aren’t topping from the bottom are you?’

She opened her eyes and looked at his face, confused. He looked down on her with this endeared smile. ‘You’re pretty.’ He said. ‘You’re adorable when you look at me with that groggy look in your eyes. But it’s pretty hard to rape you if you keep encouraging me like that.’

He bend over and gave her a little kiss. He apparently noticed that sand was still covering her nose and mouth and with the corner of the bed sheet he wiped her cheek and mouth before he kissed her again. ‘That’s better, isn’t it?’ He said.

She nodded distracted as she kept on guiding his hips so he would continue to fuck her. ‘Very well then.’ He said. ‘If my little sex toy wants more, you can get more.’ He grabbed her wrist again and pinned her down on the bed with his one hand, with his other hand he grabbed her chin his fingers squeezing into her cheeks quite uncomfortable.

‘I’ll fuck you for now, you little slut, but when the medicine is flushed through your system and you’ll wake up for real I expect you to put up a fight, understood?’

Paige nodded, not really understanding what she was agreeing to, the only thing that mattered was his cock sliding in and out of her. His pelvic bone bumping into her clitoris. Her inside muscles were spasming although not as intensely as normally. It was as if she was slightly dull or even paralyzed down there. It still felt amazing, she enjoyed his cock and approached orgasm, reaching the edge. Her whole body tensing up, her pussy twitching. Pleasures flooding her body, flooding her mind. It was overwhelming, somewhat surreal even.

As her orgasm subsided she just kept lying there in that heavenly bliss.

‘Now let’s get clean up my sweaty sandy little sex toy,’ the man said. She vaguely registered he got a warm wash cloth and was washing her feet, her calves her knees, but that bliss full glow, that euphoric sleepiness was way too strong.

With a sense of nostalgia she thought this dream was fading now, she would continue to sleep, maybe have other dreams, less pleasant dreams, maybe even nightmares and tomorrow morning she might not even remember what she dreamed about, although she might remember it was a sexy dream.

However despite her mind swirling with drowsy euphoria she didn’t fell asleep completely, she seemed to be dangling on the edge of consciousness. The warm washcloth kept on caressing her body, cleaning her body. The warmth was so pleasurable and it was such a tender feeling. Especially when he cleaned up her pussy.

He flipped her over and her body meekly rolled onto her tummy so he could wash her back, her bottom. He rubbed some oil into her skin, almost as if he was massaging her, and then a thumb slippery from all the massage oil slid into her ass.

‘Sssh...’ he said. ‘Good girl.’

It was a strange stretchy feeling. She didn’t particularly like it, but there was nothing to dislike either. There was just a thumb in her ass, that now slowly started to move back and forth.

‘I think you’re ready for a plug aren’t you?’ the voice said, and then she felt a cold metallic sensation against her butt cheeks and her asshole. Her asshole slowly opening up as he pushed the plug deeper and deeper inside of her and then she was over the widest part and it slid in place. It was actually quite comfortable, maybe even arousing to wear a butt plug.

He rolled her onto her back again. ‘How are you feeling?’ He asked.

Paige felt quite dazed still, but she wasn’t able to tell him that, some grumbled sounds came out of her mouth.

‘Sleep it off.’ He said. ‘I’ll check up on you in thirty minutes.’ He patted her on the head in quite a patronizing way and then he disappeared. First Paige tried to call for him to get him to come back, but soon the swirling dizziness made her forget where she was and what was going on, she just sank in this blissful state of satisfaction, surrendering to that drowsy nebula.

Paige rolled over and over, she stomped the pillow and tried to fold it in half. This wasn’t her own pillow, her pillow at home was thicker and fluffier. This pillow was about as flat as can be.

For a moment she thought she must be in a cheap hotel but then she remembered it was two years ago since she last went on holiday and stayed in a hotel. She opened her eyes and tried to figure out where she was.

She was in a bedroom, the bedroom of a wooden cabin probably. Maybe a hunters cabin, there was an ugly painting of two ducks hanging on the wall. She sat up. Her head felt weird, throbbing and dull at the same time. Her entire body felt different. She didn’t understand what was going on. Why she was here or where she was in the first place. She kept looking around and around, hoping she would recognize this place if she stared at the walls long enough.

When she got out of bed she felt something in her ass, an unfamiliar sensation, not unpleasant necessarily. She reached around to feel up her own bum and noticed the butt plug, her fingers sliding around the base.

Now it began to dawn on her. That dream wasn’t just a wet dream. That dream may have been real. This was it, this was what she had been longing for all those weeks. Niamf was here, he’d kidnapped her and now he would rape her, right? Although how could she know it was Niamf and not someone else? How could she know Niamf was not a psychotic murderer?

She sat down on the bed again and put her head in her hands, she tried to think up a strategy. A way to figure out if this was real or not.

She sighed deeply and held back a chuckle. The whole appeal of CNC was that the situation would be so intense she would get out of her head for a while, and now she was trapped in a cycle of her own meandering thoughts anyway. She laughed out loud, imagine if this was a real situation and somewhere in this cabin was a real kidnapper and she was just sitting here chuckling and laughing, they must think she was crazy. Maybe she was crazy.

She shook her head, laughing was uncomfortable while wearing a butt plug, she hooked her fingers around the base and pulled it out of her ass. A relieving emptiness. She threw the plug on the blankets and walked around to look for her clothes. In a pile on the floor she found her running garments. They smelled of old sweat and they were still clammy. She picked up the legging between her thumb and index finger. She didn’t feel like putting these clothes back on, but neither did she want to go around naked.

While trying to suppress her disgust she hoisted herself back in the sweaty clothes, it was not only sweaty, it was sandy too. She had been running on the beach, suddenly images came back to her, running on the beach, laying on the beach in the sand paralyzed, that silhouette looming over her, she hadn’t fainted right? No, no! She remembered! That cylinder, the sedation dart, she’d been drugged.

She pulled the damp tank top over her head and then tried to open the door, off course it was locked, she could’ve known it was locked. What kind of kidnapper would keep her in an unlocked room? She tried to open the window and while she managed to open a little crack, it was impossible to squeeze her body through.

Slowly she began to realize she was locked in here, that she was held captive and she couldn’t go anywhere. Then she concluded she must still be drugged, because she that realization didn’t cause her to panic.

She went about exploring the room, she opened the drawers of the nightstand and found a myriad of sex toys, butt plugs, vibrators, cuffs, a magic wand, some nipple clamps, as she tried to clamp one of the nipple clamps onto her littlest finger she stared at the painting of the ducks again. What a weird setting this was for a kidnap fantasy. A weird painting, she didn’t want to be raped while those ducks were watching over her.

She was chuckling again, maybe the chuckling and the laughing was a side effect of the drugs still. The nightstand on the other side of the bed was empty except for a zip lock bag with some spare screws and Ikea instructions.

There wasn’t that much more to the room. It was quite small. If she really wanted to escape she could probably pick up the nightstand and throw it through the window, but that seemed excessive and dangerous and she was kind of curious to see where this would go.

Although it didn’t go anywhere for what felt like hours. She was just locked in a bedroom with nothing to do. After a while she got hungry and not much after that her fear started to kick in, it was as if drowsy blanket had been lifted of her mind and the longer she had to wait the more uncomfortable and scared she started to feel, the more she started to question whether this was Niamf or someone else.

Her unease was gradually rising. She was breathing too quickly, she noticed. She sat down on the edge of the bed and focused on her breathing. What if they’d forgotten her, what if she was left here to die from hunger, what if...

She tried the doorknob again, even though she knew full well it was still locked. She pulled harder and started to kick the door.

‘Hey.’ She yelled. ‘Let me out, anybody there?’

Off course nothing happened, maybe she should use the nightstand on the window after all, she picked up the wooden stand closest to the window. The drawer slid open and fell onto the ground with a loud bang, toys tumbling all over her feet. She lifted the nightstand high above her head when the door finally opened. She turned around.

‘Who are you?’ She said threatening to throw the nightstand his way. ‘Let me go.’

‘Tsk, tsk, tsk.’ He said while shaking his head. ‘You weren’t trying to escape now, were you?’

He was quite a handsome man. Tall with a boyish charm, twinkling blue eyes and dark curly hair.

‘Why don’t you put the nightstand down?’ He said calmly.

‘No.’ Paige said. ‘Why don’t you tell me what’s going on here.’

‘I could.’ He said with a mischievous smile. ‘But that wouldn’t be much fun now would it?’

He walked towards her and grabbed the nightstand, for a while they were tugging on the nightstand, back and forth and then Paige let go. The guy tumbled backwards and Paige made a run for it. She jousted for the door and walked into a tiny living room. A cup of coffee and a newspaper on the dining table. The first door she opened was a bath room, but the second door lead through a hallway with shoes and boots and a riffle, her running shoes were also on the shoe rack. In an impulse she grabbed them and with the shoes in her hand she ran outside, they were surrounded by forest, her bare feet stepping in twigs and slippery autumn leaves.

He grabbed her from behind. She screamed and struggled. She fought him for everything she got, but he was stronger, she felt his hard-on pressing against her hip. They fought until eventually he twisted her arm behind her back. She couldn’t move anymore, moving was too painful, struggling was too painful. He forced her back into the cabin, and he pushed her into the bedroom onto the bed.

The moment he let go of her arm she started to struggle again, but this time he was prepared, within moments he had pressed her into the mattress, he sat down on top of her and pushed his knees into her upper arms.

Now he started to tie her down to the bed. Paige kept on thrashing for a little while, but soon realized how hopeless her situation was and she felt a pulse of arousal spread through her body. She studied the guys face.

It must be Niamf right? He tied her down spread-eagle about sixty percent of their online role play included her being tied down spread-eagle. He said he loved the helplessness that position conveyed, besides what were the odds of her being kidnapped and raped by a random stranger precisely in the week she’d consented to CNC with Niamf. The guy was prettier than she’d imagined. She always imagined someone more muscular and rugged, someone older. This guy was kind of young and sheltered, like he had been in a fraternity a few years ago, and now worked in some fancy law office because of his fathers golf buddies.

She was effectively tied down.

‘Have you given up already?’ He asked. ‘I didn’t peg you for a quitter.’

Paige pulled on her bounds, the chain of the cuffs jingling against the bed frame. It was useless.

He got some scissors from the floor and showed them to her, the metal shimmering. His blue eyes intently looking at her face as if he expected some reaction from her. He put the scissors into her clothes and started cutting, first he cut her pants of, then her tank top and finally her panties.

‘That’s better.’ He said when she was completely nude once more. With a tip of his finger he ran over her collarbone, her boob, toying with her nipple, moving down further until he was teasingly circling her clit.

Paige trashed in her bounds, screaming, struggling, but it was all in vain. Well if the goal was getting free it was in vain, if the goal was creating the sexiest situation possible then her trashing around did the job quite well. As she was defying him and struggling in her bounds she was getting more and more aroused. His finger circling her clit was also feeding her horniness off course.

‘Oh, how helpless you are.’ He said. ‘You can’t do anything about this, can you? You’re mine now, you’re mine for as long as I want. I can do anything I want with you, you’re my sex toy, aren’t you. Tell me what are you?’

‘No!’ Paige said, her pussy throbbing even more fervently.

‘Still a bit defiant, I see. Don’t worry, I’ll fuck that defiance out of you.’ He undid his pants and exposed his cock. A pinkish shaft laced with veins and a purplish brown tip. Slowly he moved his hand up and down the shaft. The cock throbbing and twitching.

‘That’s a good cock, isn’t it?’ He said. ‘Why don’t you give it a little kiss, you know, to thank it for what it is about to do to you, to thank it for fucking you into submission.’

He pressed the shaft against her lips. Paige closed her mouth and her eyes, yet he rubbed his cock all over her face, a drop of pre-cum left a cold wet line on her temple.

‘Go on, give it a kiss already.’

‘No.’ Paige said, still pressing her lips together. ‘Never.’

Then his hand squeezed around her throat, making it impossible to breath, and while he was choking her with his one hand he slapped her in the face with the other. A white hot pain traveled through her cheek. She gasped for air, her lips tingling and then he let go. Relieved Paige sucked in some fresh air, but before she had the opportunity to relax, he had slapped her face again.

She yelped in pain. ‘No.’ She said. ‘Stop that.’ Tears in her eyes.

‘What no?’ He said. He had grabbed a nipple and pinched her hard, he pulled on her nipple and it hurt her entire boob. ‘What no?’ He asked again.

Paige struggled and try to turn her body away from him, the bounds were keeping her in place. He let go of her nipple and smacked her boob multiple times.

‘Don’t you just love the way that sounds?’ He asked. ‘Listen.’ He smacked her boob again and the there was a dull slapping sound. ‘Don’t you love it?’ He said.

‘No.’ Paige said. He grabbed her by the throat again, she couldn’t breath.

‘How about this sound then?’ He slapped her face once more.

Now Paige couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. They just started streaming out of her eyes. There was this primal need for survival, a force that just urged her to get away from him. She pulled on her bounds, she struggled and tried to avoid his hands inflicting pain on her, pain in her cheek and nipple, pinching her, twisting and turning the nipple, his hand on her throat again preventing her from breathing.

‘There we have it.’ He said, with a satisfied smile on his face, ‘Almost there aren’t we? Almost at breaking point?’

He kept on hurting her, it was unpredictable, hurting, chocking, slapping, threatening to slap. Him threatening to slap made her even more nervous than the slaps themselves. A rush through her body. She just surrendered to the situation, she was here now and there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing mattered anymore, there was just this feeling of helplessness, this feeling of relinquished control. She depended on him now, he controlled the situation, he decided what would happen to her. A rush of adrenaline, a rush of hormones, she couldn’t describe it, she was still sobbing and crying but beneath the surface, deep within there was a tranquility.

‘Are you ready to kiss my cock now?’ He asked. ‘Ready to thank it in advance for fucking your brains out?’

Again the cock was rubbed into her face, and after a few more pinches of the nipple she finally pouted her lips and meekly pressed a little kiss against his shaft.

‘What do you say?’ He asked.

She didn’t know, so she gave him a questioning look. His hand on her throat again. ‘What do you say?’ He asked threatening.

‘Thank you?’ She muttered half choking. The grasp on her throat loosened up.

‘For what?’ He asked.

‘For fucking me?’ She said.

His thumb on her chin. He opened her mouth and shoved his cock inside as deep as it could possible fit. She choked on his cock and gagged.

‘Sssh.’ He said. ‘I know it’s a biggie. Just relax and it’ll go deeper.’ He said.

She shook her head and try to push him out of her mouth with her tongue. He grabbed her face. Both his hands around her head and he started to fuck her mouth. She gagged and choked, tears kept on coming, one ran down the side of her face and tickled her ear. There wasn’t much time to pay attention to that itch though, he kept on thrusting his cock into her mouth, rougher and harder, and then suddenly he pulled back. His eyes closed, his hand leaning against the headboard. He took deep breaths as if he was trying to regain control over himself.

‘Pffffff,’ he said. ‘You almost had me there, but not yet.’

He adjusted his position and trusted his cock inside her pussy. All the panic and fear and pain she experienced merged into this one very arousing sensation. His cock sliding into her pussy, she shaft brushing past her pussy lips, the tip bumping into the g-spot over and over again.

It was as if she was drugged again. She felt so floaty, her thoughts tingling, she couldn’t think anymore. There was only this sensation, not the sensation of his cock, but the sensation of him, the sensation of power. The power he had over her was overwhelming. His power was so all encompassing that it left her powerless. It made her feel infinitely unimportant, infinitely insignificant. Right there in that utter insignificance she finally stopped thinking. Her thoughts didn’t matter, cause she didn’t matter. She was most vulnerable and invincible at the same time. This was her core. Her essence. Her core belonged to him, he was the one who had found it, he was the one who had managed to strip away everything else. She belonged to him. She was his. His property. His toy. It was a high.

His weight on top of her, his cock inside of her. The words coming out of his mouth.

‘What are you then?’

Yours, she wanted to say, but she couldn’t talk. Every time she tried to talk, he fucked her harder, making her moan instead, making her slip deeper and deeper into that floaty surrender.

‘What are you?’ He asked.

‘Yours.’ She tried to mumble.

‘That’s right, you’re mine.’ He said. ‘My what?’

Sex toy. She knew she was his sex toy, that’s what he wanted her to say, but she just couldn’t. Her feelings were too overwhelming, too intense, the pain and pleasure, fear and arousal. It all reached it’s highest point, and then it went even higher, and higher. She was just an empty vessel allowing these feelings to come into existence.

It all exploded. She orgasmed like she never orgasmed before, like she would never stop orgasming anymore. The orgasm spread from her pussy, and reached from her toes till the top of her head, it fogged her mind making her incapable of anything, she couldn’t even think anymore.

He was orgasming too, his breathing irregular, his muscles all tense and a moment later he sank down on top of her, snuggling up against her body. She was in paradise, in heaven. It was the ultimate freedom, the peaceful waves of satisfaction kept washing over her. She was still crying, or crying again, but these were a different sort of tears.

She didn’t know, her brain just didn’t work. Everything was floaty and foggy.

‘I’m sorry.’ He said, his voice sounded softer. ‘I’m...I think I told you, after my orgasm my dominance always drops a little.’

Paige didn’t answer, she felt incapable of talking, of thinking. She snuggled her cheekbone against his face.

‘Are you okay?’ He asked. ‘I... Or shouldn’t I’ve asked that? Do you want to continue or...’ He lifted himself on his elbows and studied her face, with a tender finger he brushed some hair behind her ear. He pressed a little kiss on her cheek first and then on her lips.

‘You’re still enjoying subspace aren’t you?’ He said. ‘Can you tell me what you need?’

Paige just shook her head, she wanted to mime that her head was still exploding, but then she noticed her hands were tied down, realizing she was still trapped send another rush of hormones through her belly and she gave him a satisfied smile.

‘I think I need some aftercare now.’ He said. ‘Is that okay for you?’

Paige nodded.

‘Should I untie you?’ He asked.

Paige shrugged and the she shook her head.

He smiled. ‘You want to stay tied down?’ He asked.

She sighed. ‘Forever.’ She mumbled. ‘I’m never going back to the real world. you’ll just keep me captive here and I’ll be your little sex toy.’

He laughed. ‘I’m untying you anyway.’ He said. He helped her to sit up right and asked her if she had any pain or injuries that needed to be cared for.

‘I’m fine.’ Paige said.

He held out his hand and shook hers. ‘I’m Naimf, by the way.’ He said.

‘I figured.’ Paige said.

‘Are you okay?’ He asked. ‘How was that for you? What did you like? Dislike? Did I do anything wrong? Do you think I’m a horrible monster now?’

Paige smiled. ‘I’m still... ‘ She made a gesture to signal her mind was still floating. ‘Let’s just hug for a while, okay? And maybe get a shower or something to eat, we’ll reflect on the scene afterwards, I’m still processing, so far the only negative point I can think of are the ducks.’

‘The ducks?’ Naimf asked surprised.

She pointed to the painting on the wall and Naimf started laughing. He pulled her in his arms, and wrapped her in a tight embrace. ‘Fine.’ He said. ‘Next time no ducks.’

‘Next time.’ Paige said already exited.

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