Vanished in Chicago (Vanished)

Frantically I bang on the windows and scream hoping it isn’t soundproof. My hands hurt with the power of the impact, but I have no choice. When it seems all hope is lost, she looks up. I almost cry I am so happy. She seems shocked and then concerned. Hope begins to bloom. Finally, someone is going to help me. My arms are flailing dramatically, emphasizing the urgency of the situation. I expect her to run into the house any minute and then… “what the fuck?” I watch in dismay as her eyes show compassion and apology, but she walks away.

Defeated and exhausted, I fall to the floor, head in my hands not sure what else to do. “God, I stink.” I say sniffing myself. Getting up, I decide to take a bath. I need to soak and clear my head. Bathwater running, I take a second to finally really take in the room. It's massive. Bigger than the one at my house even. I know it is the master bedroom due to the fact that his stuff is in it, but the decor is what I notice most. It’s elaborate but understated. Decadent but has a simplistic feel. Nothing about it feels overly feminine, but it also doesn’t feel masculine. It's like someone created it to be gender neutral and cozy but show the wealth of its owner. The color scheme is my favorite. Light blues and golds.

Realizing I have nothing to wear, I go to the closet and gasp seeing lines upon lines of women’s clothing, all with tags on them in front of me. “Wow.” I say as my hand rakes over the brand names of dresses and jackets and shirts. “Has he been stalking my Pinterest too?” I say to no one. Moving on a hunch I walk to the dresser and open the drawers. One side is filled with his stuff. I fight myself not to pull out one of his t-shirts and sniff it.

The other drawer is filled with panties and underwear, once again tags on everything. Silk panties, expensive material like butter with bras to match. I also find nightgowns made of see thru material. Something a woman would wear to entice her man to bed. Everything is exquisite and although I long to feel the material on my skin, I refuse to fall for this. Slamming the drawers shut, I grab one of his crew neck t-shirts and a pair of panties. I just need to take a bath and sleep. Maybe in the morning my mind will be clearer.

Bath done and shirt on, I look at the massive bed and groan. God, I need sleep. I practically fall into it and snuggle under the warm blanket. Oh man. I could get used to this, is the last thought before I drift off.

“Shhhh.” I start when I feel arms wrap around my waist and my body is pulled further into a solid mass. “It’s just me, Zona.” I want to demand he let me go, but I am too tired and in truth, being in his arms brings me another layer of comfort and calm. “Mój skarb,” he whispers in my ear before kissing my neck. My body shivers, not from the cool night air but from the warmth of his breath against my skin. He mumbles something about someone dying and I really want to know what he is saying but, I am once again drifting off into a place I am not ready to leave. “Sleep, mój skarb. I won’t let them take you from me.” My eyes pop open at his proclamation. Somehow, I don’t think he is talking about my family. Seems there is more to the story. Just how much danger am I in?

SEVEN

JAKUB

“Fuck.” The heat from her pussy is burning my cock. Sometime in the middle of the night she rolled over and drapped her leg over mine, bringing her cunt flush against my dick and it has been nothing but torture for the rest of the night. Consolation, smelling her skin and being able to touch her soft, silky body all night has been like sleeping next to an angel.

Still asleep, her lips hit my neck and my cock fucking surges. I know the moment she wakes up. A gasp leaves her mouth when she feels my snake inching closer to her silk covered cave and I take her momentary shock to turn her mouth to mine. Christ. Even her mouth is sweet. My tongue touches hers, showing her what I want her to do. Either she is still asleep or much more submissive in the morning, but she doesn’t fight me. No. She joins me, her tiny cries of desire and need, spurring me on. I push her to her back and lay on top of her. “Dzien dobry.” She doesn’t stop kissing me, but her eyebrows scrunch up as she tries to figure out what I said. “Good morning, my soft little Tink.”