Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. EMME Some cravings cannot be denied. That was me with CNC. Going to clubs didn’t make me feel anything anymore. I wanted a soul-wrenching, destructive encounter with a stranger. I wanted to be kept by someone… in a basement, or in a cage, like a bird or a treasured object? I could pretend, couldn’t I? As long as we had a code, the beginning was SANE. That would be fine. All good. But when he didn’t say THE word… THAT word. I wonder if he is just messing with me? Maybe this is a real abduction. If so, I should be scared. HIM Who knew that one day I would do what I had fantasized about for years? Or that my best friend would insist on joining me. This is fun. Filthy. Darker than a grave with the hole filled in, except, she isn’t getting killed. I might keep her forever, though I’m not telling her that. Or that I’m not the man she arranged to meet. I open my cellar door and study this precious creature I’ve caught, from her toes to those pretty, tear-filled eyes. This story has a HEA but for some that will not be enough. There are more triggers in this dark tale than stars in the sky.