The Pleasure Trap (2014)
“He winced at the brightness of the sun beaming through the many windows of his top-floor apartment. In between slow and labored blinks, he finally focused on the view of the New York skyline. Day two of the bullshit.
Life was moving on at a frenetic pace outside his apartment while his was on pause at the hands of a lunatic from his past. He couldn’t deny his fear or shame. He was a man of size and strength, and a woman had overcome him.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
He shifted his frame in the chair and he winced. His body was a mass of tightness and aches. He didn’t know whether to be thankful that he was still alive or not.
“Good morning, Pleasure.”
Shaking his dreads back from his face, he watched her walk into the living room from the hall leading from the kitchen carrying a plate and a glass of apple juice. She had changed clothes but was still all in black with the mask in place. When she neared him he could smell the scent of his special blend of handmade soap clinging to her skin.
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