Chapter 1

It was three days past my 18th birthday and I was stuck working/helping my aunt with her business. She deals with estates for insurance companies where there are no living relatives or designated executor. Surprisingly, there were always jobs for her to pick from as she never did not have a job to work and she could basically make up her own schedule.

She sent me to a house half an hour outside of the city that required my 4X4 equipped truck to make it to the house or rather cabin. The cabin which at first appeared to by a simple 40’ x 40’ log cabin became intriguing when he found the only door had three deadbolt locks needing three different keys. Every window was sealed with heavy wood boards that upon closer inspection turned out to be two layers of 2X6 boards perpendicular to each other which made for an exceptionally sturdy barrier. (unknown at this time but they were also reenforced with rods of rebar inside the middle every 3”)

Once he had all three locks open the door easily swung outward which was not normal for an entrance door. The frame was reenforced to prevent the door from being forced inward.

The cabin was an open space with the only wall and door being in the right back corner, this contained the toilet, sink, and ½ shower with a small water heater between the sink and toilet.

The opposite corner made up the kitchen or rather had a small counter and tiny sink with cabinets above and below them and a wood burning stove that also heated the cabin.

Next to the door on the left was a murphy bed still down appearing to have been used and not taken care of after. On the right was a small table with three chairs. Along the wall between the bed and kitchen were shelves floor to ceiling with various supplies to include survival food and other necessities.

Shaking my head I set my daypack pulling out my tablet to begin the inventory.

Several hours later I was almost finished when a floorboard creaked and tipped up revealing a hidden area underneath. The space was only the width of the 3” board and 4” in length with just a little over 2” underneath. Once you saw the small out of place board it was obvious and the only thing hidden was an old cloth wrapped around a folded paper with a ring inside.

The ring looked cheap like something out of one of those quarter gumball type dispensers. Just a simple tin or similar metal ring. The paper, however, looked old, rare, valuable, with antique qualities. There was writing but the words did not look like they were spelled correctly.

I put the ring on my right middle finger since it fit best due to its large size. I did this so I would not drop it and loose it. Then I tried to read the words, actually sounding them out to try and help understand what they might mean. After the third time I was able to get the words to sound somewhat correct even though I did not understand what they meant.

I read it the fourth time out loud and the ring flashed and shocked me from my finger to my shoulder and neck. I woke with a bump on the side of my head where I hit it as I blacked out from the shock.

What the hell had just happened I had no idea and it freaked me out. What was even worse was the ring was gone and in its place was a strange looking tattoo.

Not knowing what else to do I finished the inventory and began to pack things into boxes labeled to correspond to the inventory. It was after 10 pm when I finished this job had taken longer than I thought it was going to take. I decided to grab my go bag and rack out for the night and leave early in the morning.

I threw my sleeping bag on the bed and crawled in after stuffing an MRE meal, two packages of MRE crackers, one with cheese the other with peanut butter and grape jelly. I drank my last Gatorade and all of my water. The power was off and so was the water so I could not use the bathroom and had to use my flashlight.

I slept so hard and sound that I actually overslept and did not wake until almost 11 am.

Fully rested though I locked up and drove back into the little town stopping at a small dinner for an early lunch.

When I walked in a young girl probably my age or close give or take a year or two grabbed a menu and led me to a table. Once seated she asked what I wanted to drink. I asked for coffee and milk instead of creamer. Her name tag said [Brenda] she had dirty blonde hair braided into a single tail that reached the middle of her back just below her shoulder blades. She had blue eyes and a wonderful smile. I was guessing a B-cup to go with a 36-30-36 body build and the nude colored leggings under the short waitress skirted uniform added to her looks.

Brenda brought me a carafe of coffee and a pitcher of milk then asked if I was ready to order. I had looked at the menu as she walked away. When I saw they had a big breakfast that had 3 eggs to order, country potatoes, 3 strips of bacon and 3 sausage links, with choice of toast or pancakes I decided on breakfast instead of lunch, I would have toast.

Brenda was watching me eat as there were no other customers in the place and when I made eye contact with her there was a flash like a camera flash. But I could not close my eyes and it looked like Brenda could not close hers either.

Then I was looking at me sitting at my table? Was I looking at myself though Brenda’s eyes? How was this happening? Then it got worse, I felt what she was thinking now. Her thoughts were strong, she was actually wondering what it would be like to be fucked by me. Would I follow her to her apartment, once there order her to undress, kneel before me, and beg to be used any way I wished. Could she finally have all her bondage items used on her? Then we both blinked.

Brenda quickly turned and went into the kitchen. I shook my head and finished eating.

Brenda brought me the check and asked if there was anything else. I looked and saw the amount was $12.88, I pulled out a $50 and said to keep the change. Brenda went wide eyed then thanked me, slowly biting her lower lip, and finally asked if I was just passing through or did I have business here.

I smiled and don’t know why but asked her when her shift was over.

Brenda went wide eyed and suddenly I was again aware of what she was thinking. LOUD and CLEARLY she was wondering how I could have known her shift ended at noon. Peggy had called begging her to stay until she could get there, her car would not start and she was going to take the bus. This meant she would be over an hour late. That was why she was still here when I came in.