The Contract – Ch. 01

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The Contract

Chapter 01: Signing

[F4F, mafia, power dynamic, willing sub, contracts]

I shook as I stood out in the cold, bitter night, standing on the street corner. It was an industrial area of the city, nothing was open and nobody was around. I was wearing nothing but a blue dress that went down to my knees and black flats. I dressed to look presentable, but I hadn’t accounted for the weather of an October night. I checked my phone, something that I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to do again. The time was 10:27 PM. The meeting was at 10:30 PM. I had already been standing here for about 10 minutes.

As I stood in the cold for what felt like hours, I had the same thoughts racing through my head over and over again, my brain felt like it was on repeat. Was I sure I wanted this? Is there no other way out of this? If I start running, could I possibly escape before they realize I’m a no-show? Would I be safe anywhere? Why didn’t I entirely want to run?

Time kept on ticking as I debated the same things in my head over and over again. Minutes passed, it was 10:28, 10:29, and then finally the clock hit 10:30; A sleek yet discreet black car quietly pulled up in front of me, these people were punctual as ever.

The passenger side door opened up and a tall man stepped out. Without a word he moved to open the back door of the car, motioning for me to enter. I peered into the car, she was sitting in the back left seat, Ms. Valerie Chike. I felt myself freeze, fear causing me to tense up. A cold sweat broke out that ran down my neck, teasing my skin with an icey bitterness. I could run right now, they wouldn’t be expecting it. I could turn tail and make a break for it, but the heat coming from the car was far too inviting on such a cold night…

With shaky legs I moved closer before ducking my head down and entering the car, taking bahçelievler escort my seat in the back right. The door shut as I was seated, followed by the man retaking his passenger-side seat and closing his door. I heard the click of the car doors locking.

I was scared yet excited, like the kinda feeling you get while waiting in line for a rollercoaster. The car finally started moving, it was being driven by a man dressed similarly to the one in the passenger seat.

“Well.” The woman finally spoke, she had a smooth, sultry voice that was equal parts alluring and dominating. She spoke with a sense of authority that made you want to do what she tells you to. Maybe that’s how she got into the position she’s in.

“You’re looking lovely tonight, darling.” She complimented me. I looked over towards her, but not into her eyes. I knew better than to do that by now. She had her medium-length red hair pulled back into a ponytail, letting me see her sharp face from the top of my vision. She was wearing her usual business attire, a white dress shirt with a black tie, black pants and black leather shoes. It was a look that suited her personality, serious and professional yet attractive.

“Uhm, th-thank you, ma’am.” I meekly said in response.

“You’ve always known how to dress to impress me.” She said with a chuckle, her mouth forming a light grin. Her smile was as scary as it was beautiful. “Well, you know why we’re here, don’t you?” She asked. I simply nodded. She reached for a clipboard that was on the left of her before sliding right to be closer to me. I was more tense the closer she was.

I took the clipboard as she handed it to me, looking down at the first in a stack of legal papers that were meant to officially, legally seal my fate.

“Let’s get down to business, shall we?” She asked. “I know bağcılar escort you don’t have a source of income anymore, your thousands of dollars of debt with me is only growing with interest,” she explained as if I didn’t understand the deep shit that I was in, “and from what I’ve heard, I’m not the only powerful person that you owe money to. Am I correct?”

I turned my head from the clipboard to her, still not daring to look her in the eyes. I paused for a moment before nodding.

“Of course. Luckily, I am the most powerful person that you’re currently indebted to. With this deal, I can not only wipe away your debt with me, but I can protect you from everyone else you may be indebted to. This is your only choice. Do you understand?”

I nodded again.

“Good. Now let’s begin.” She said, motioning to the stack of papers that laid in my hand. “Now most of that is legal fluff that I can have others fill out for you later on, but I’m sure that you’re feeling anxious to get this over with, am I wrong?” She asked.

I didn’t say anything, continuing to just stare down at the mountain of legal paperwork.

“Answer me.” She demanded in a stern voice. I squeezed my legs tightly together.

“Y-yes, ma’am”

“Good girl.” Every time she said those two words, I felt an excited chill run down my spine. She reached over to grab the stack of papers, lifting them up and over so I could see the final sheet. She pointed at the your name here line at the very bottom with the tip of her pen before offering it to me. “You know what to do.”

I took the pen, holding it down to the sheet of paper near the line. I tried to steady my shaky hand, but I couldn’t control the full-body shakes that were running up and down my body. Fear grasped my entire body as I tried to make what could possibly be my final own decision. ümraniye escort The woman moved even closer next to me, practically pressing her body against mine as she moved her arm over my shoulders. I could smell her perfume now, but I wasn’t quite sure what the fancy scent actually was. The lump of anxiety in my chest grew stronger.

“Do the right thing, baby girl.” she said in a quiet, intimate voice. “Just sign your name here and you’ll never have to worry about anything ever again. I practically already own you with all the debt you’re in, let’s make it official.”

My heart pounded in my chest. I feared the outcome of both possible choices, although I knew that one was infinitely more beneficial to me than the other. The issue was building up the courage to actually make that choice.

For the first time in years I’d be both safe and free of debt. No more failing businesses, no more loan sharks breathing down my neck for money that I no longer had, no more choices that I’d have to make on my own. I’d never had to make another independent thought in my life, all I’d have to do is obey. I was never good at making my own choices, they always seemed to be the wrong ones.

I’ve always secretly wanted this, to give up my freedom completely and totally to someone stronger than me. The idea of doing it to another woman, especially one who was quite beautiful and powerful, was thrilling. She’s strong, both physically and metaphorically.

She leaned in close, I could feel her breath on the back of my neck. Her grip on my side tightened.

“Be a good girl for me, okay?”

I couldn’t help myself any longer, I felt like I was on fire despite the bitter cold of the air around us. I was scared, but dear lord at this point I wanted nothing but for her to own me, to treat me like her toy, to give up everything to her. I pressed the button on the top of the pen, producing an audible click sound. She grabbed my trembling hand, guiding me to the signature line at the bottom of the page. She helped me as I wrote my name in cursive, signing “Becca Hospel” on a document for the final time.

She began chuckling again, sounding more seductive than intimidating this time, “Good girl. It’s all over now. You’re my pet.”

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