Charles
A sharp beep cuts through the quiet of my apartment. I reach for my phone. One new private message sits at the top. The sender is ScarQueen.
I open it.
Charl27,
You have been selected as the winner of this month’s raffle. You will spend the next twenty-four hours under my direct control.
Wear only black boxer briefs and an open white button-down shirt. Nothing else, no socks or shoes.
Reply immediately with your current address. If you're ready.
Do not make me wait.
My pulse jumps hard enough that I feel it in my throat. I type my address with shaking thumbs and hit send. Then I strip and pull on exactly what she ordered. The shirt hangs open. The briefs sit low. I pace for nearly two hours, checking the window again and again.
The knock finally comes.
I open
