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The Lord of the Sea (I)

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on: June 12, 2019, 01:59:13 PM
Miriam looked in the mirror for the last time. He smiled, but did not like the reflected image of his smile. "Come on, girl, it's time," he said to himself as he cleaned his skirt of non-existent lint. He sighed deeply. He looked at the clock for the umpteenth time. Half past six. Miriam didn't want to be late, she knew she couldn't be late. At seven o'clock, a blue metallic car, driven by a blonde woman, would pick her up at the Plaza Asunción bus stop. There wouldn't be any waiting. If he wasn't there when the car arrived, the appointment would be over. I didn't know much more. The woman would wear a black blouse and jeans, call her by name, and she would have to get into the back seat of the vehicle.  No questions of any kind, no comments, no class conversation.







He welcomed the cool evening breeze on his face.  From his house to Plaza Asunción there was no more than ten minutes' walk. She had enough time to take the walk she needed, to temper her untied nerves, to order the last thoughts, even to repent of what she herself called madness. In spite of that, she walked fast. When he arrived at Plaza Asunción, the rooms in Santa María sounded. He looked at the time instinctively: quarter to seven. She felt watched by those waiting for the bus at the stop. The number 7 arrived immediately and everyone went up, except her. She looked in her purse for the cigarette packet and lit a cigarette, nervously. I didn't used to smoke, except a few times. Miriam stared at the mouth of the Avenue with Plaza Asunción, trying to guess the presence of the blue car that would pick her up. "Too many blue cars," he thought, as he poured his cigarette. Five to seven. He stopped the number 2. He felt like going up and running away from there. The bells of Santa Maria rang. Seven o'clock.







The car stopped in front of her. Miriam was paralyzed, unable even to blink. His body shivered at the sound of his name. Miriam got in the car. He watched the woman who was driving, as they drove down Constitution Avenue. She was dressed as advertised: black silk blouse and jeans. Miriam thought her hair tone was denatured. I wasn't sure, but I would have bet she was wearing a wig.  The silence made her feel uncomfortable and hot. The car turned left into the Paseo de América. Without a doubt, he was heading out of town.







- Hello Miriam - said the woman, so suddenly that Miriam could not help but startle. - My name is Karla.







Miriam was struck by her foreign accent. The marked pronunciation of the R's made him think he was Russian or from some Eastern country.







- Hello - replied Miriam, in a soft voice.







- Shut your mouth! Was it not clear to you that there would be no conversations or questions between us?. - Karla screamed at Miriam's stunned gaze. - Make sure it doesn't happen again. I'm the only one talking here. If I hear your voice again in the rest of the way, I'll throw you in the first ditch we see.







Miriam's tears streamed down her face. Incomprehensibly for her, she was unable to respond. No one would ever have allowed me to speak to her in that tone, let alone without knowing her at all. However, he remained silent, slightly biting his lower lip. He tried to distract himself by looking out the window. The vision of the beach dreamed her. But Karla got his attention again.







- Look at me, Miriam. When I talk to you, look at me. - His Spanish was perfect. Only the accent betrayed his foreign background. - We're about to leave town. For you, an adventure of unimaginable sensations begins. I'm asking you to trust me. And above all, trust him. You've agreed to ride in this car of your own free will. No one forced you to. But from now on, until we get to him, I make the rules. Whatever happens, obey.







Miriam felt uneasy, though strangely self-confident. He settled into the car seat and closed his eyes. Karla didn't say anything. Yes, she was in that car because she had agreed to live the adventure that had been offered to her by someone who didn't know much more than her e-mail address and who was called SeaLord, the Lord of the Sea, on the Internet. He came to him through a website of sadomasochistic contacts. Miriam had never had such a relationship before, but it was something that excited her greatly, from an early age. He had never made anyone share his fantasies, which he fed into the contemplation of photographs and videos on the net. The chat frightened him, before the possibility of being proposed a real contact. However, that announcement caught his attention and grew his restlessness and desire to try. He read the message so many times, before deciding to contact it, once he had sent his reply, while he waited for a reply that he doubted would come, which was well engraved in his memory: "You, woman, young slave heart, do not read only this message: let it penetrate you. Release your most hidden desires. Together we will navigate the troubled sea of pain, heading for the island of unknown pleasure. I am the Lord of the Sea. Sweet and cruel, equal parts. I'm looking for a woman, a single woman, who wants to overcome her fears and inhibitions. A young woman with the heart of a slave. I'm looking for the woman who never dared take the step. It's you. This is your chance. Write to me. Only one will be chosen. SeaLord."







That message came to his head, over and over again. He opened his eyes, trying to get back to reality. I was in a car with an unknown woman and I didn't know where they were going. He never told her where he was from. "Don't worry about it, Miriam. You'll find me," he recalled that he had written to him in one of his messages, as he watched as El Pinar de los Blancos remained behind, fifty kilometres from the city. He plunged back into his thoughts, remembering the impact that message had on his whole being. The Lord of the Sea. Would it be a joke? What could that Lord of the Sea be able to offer you that was advertised on a contact page on the Internet?







The sudden movement of the car made Miriam wake up from her dream. I had turned right, to take an unpaved road, full of potholes and potholes. He looked at the clock and found that just over an hour had passed. When they reached a crossroads, they took the path on the right, which crossed a pine forest. It began to get dark and the last rays of sunshine filtered through the branches of the trees, creating chiaroscuro that Miriam found ghostly. Her heart was pounding and she felt restless and frightened. Karla drove the vehicle to an area without trees and stopped there. Without turning the engine off, she turned to the back seat, staring at an increasingly frightened Miriam.







- Here's the part of the journey that belongs to me, Miriam. In a few minutes, you will continue your journey. A van will pick you up. Two men will tell you what to do. Obey all instructions, no replies, no questions. They'll take you to him. Now, get out of the car.







Miriam obeyed. As soon as the door was closed, Karla reversed and left again for the road. Miriam saw the car drive away and felt helpless in the place she felt right in the middle of nowhere.  Shadows and darkness grew. She wanted to scream, invaded by an incipient panic that was beginning to torment her. Desperately, he looked in his purse for the packet of tobacco. She walked a few steps up to the road, trying to release the fear that clutched her. The sight of the van approaching reassured her.  It had to be the van Karla had referred him to. He returned in his footsteps, to that little clearing among the pines, where he had to wait. The van stopped in front of her. Two men came down, as Karla had indicated. One of them opened the back doors of the van, entered the cargo compartment and lit a flashlight that, slightly, illuminated the passenger compartment, while the other grabbed Miriam by the arm, ordering him to get in.







- Get down on your knees, Miriam," said the first one in a loud voice. Miriam obeyed at once. - Okay. [Chuckles] Now, I'm gonna blindfold you. He's waiting for you. When we're inside his abode, I'll take off your bandage.







The man tied the bandage tightly to the back of his neck. He made sure he placed it correctly, waving his hands at Miriam's eye level. This one didn't make the slightest move. Standing behind, the man grabbed her by the wrists and pulled them back tightly. Miriam felt a slight pain from the unexpected pull. His breathing was shaken when the man placed the handcuffs on his wrists.







- It's just to keep you from taking off the bandage. Try to make yourself comfortable, Miriam. There's a long way to go.







He heard the knocking of the doors as they closed. Immediately, the van was set in motion. Miriam tried to settle on the floor of the van. He was on his knees, hands tied behind his back.  Those potholes along the way had nearly knocked her on her face.  She decided to lie down, as close as possible to one of the sides of the van. I was frightened but, in turn, I felt an enormous excitement. Her fantasies often led her to imagine that she was kidnapped and subjected to all kinds of sexual abuse. Miriam knew she wasn't dreaming. That blindfold really blinded his eyes. And those wives were really immobilizing their hands. And it was real that she was alone, lying on the floor of the cargo compartment of a moving van somewhere she didn't know about. She felt uneasy at the thought that those two men had forced her. She was invaded by thousands of unanswered questions. Who were those men? Who was Karla? Who was SeaLord really?







The gentle sway of the van led Miriam to suppose that they had left the road and taken a well-surfaced road. Same as before or another. He understood that it was impossible for him to get his bearings. The man had warned him that there was a long way to go and that he would only remove the bandage when he was inside SeaLord's abode. It was obvious that he didn't want her to know where he lived. "Don't worry about it. You'll find me."







Miriam plunged back into the memories of the beginning of that story. That message. It seemed to be written for her. "I'm looking for a woman, a single woman, who wants to overcome her fears and inhibitions. A young woman with the heart of a slave. I'm looking for the woman who never dared take the step.  It's you. It's your chance." "Don't just read this message: let it penetrate you." His trembling right hand placed the pointer over that mailing address. You clicked the mouse and the screen for writing your e-mail program was opened. Miriam didn't know what to put, how to start writing her first message to him. He'd write a sentence and erase it immediately. In the end, he gave the go-ahead to the message, after rereading it infinite times: "Hello, my name is Miriam. I have read your message and I am not able to describe the sensations it has provoked in me. I don't know if this is a joke or not. I also don't know if I'll ever get an answer. I want to be that woman. I don't know if I am, but I want to be. I want to be that woman you're looking for. My experience comes down to multiple fantasies. That's all. I guess I'm one of many who've never dared to take the plunge. I confess, right now, I don't know if I'll ever be able to give it either. I trust you to help me get it. For now, this message is my first step. It's up to you to give the second." While it was being sent, a cold sweat ran down his back. His temples were pounding. A message on the screen alerted you that the message had been sent correctly. He stared at the computer screen, feeling as if he had done one of the biggest nonsense of his life. But she was excited. What if it worked? Young slave heart. She imagined herself naked, her arms stretched upwards, glued to her face, her hands handcuffed, chained to the ceiling of a room, like that girl in the video she had just opened, beautifully pained by the whip that burst against her body. "That's you, Miriam," she said to herself as her fingers seized her sex ready for pleasure. Young slave heart. Whipped in her fantasy by that mysterious, intriguing and desired Lord of the Sea.


 

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