Resistance is futile

You don’t know exactly when…

You don’t know how…

But the email was clear:
“Come to the meeting point between x and x o’clock!

Contradiction wouldn’t do you any good, because I know all sorts of secrets about you, and you want them to remain secret, don’t you?”

I see you!
…how you nervously drink your coffee.

Your hands are shaking more than usual, your legs are jiggling nervously. What awaits you? YOU don’t know, but I have my precise plan.

At some point, the moment arrives: Suddenly, you feel something hard against your waist and a voice, MY voice, that unmistakably demands that you stand up without causing a stir. Outwardly inconspicuous, we walk to the parking lot, I push you into the back seat with unexpected strength and energy, and bind your hands with cable ties. Gag, mask. All resistance is futile – the engine starts, the car moves…

What happens next? What am I going to do to you now?

Believe me, my imagination is immeasurable and my desires are so depraved and unusual that your imagination can’t even begin to keep up.

I offer you an adventure that you will enjoy to the fullest and that will leave a lasting impression on your instinctual brain.

And I take what I want: YOU.