Guilty Conscious

Epilogue Pt1.

Welcome back to the Reebecca Black experience. This segment will be about some recent research that has been coming my way. On my duration of daily life, watching movies, documentaries, books and in conversation. All has been circulating around women and the need to obsess, or feel the need to be a savior, or the temptation of entering the space of a possible or actual serial killer. Reading books, writing novels, obsessing over a movie series, interviewing from jail cells, writing letters and sending post cards to the sadistic male gaze. Effortlessly falling captive to their charm, their innocence or what's left of that innocence.

The obsession of looking death in the eye's whether it is real or fiction. Time stamping innate ways of life surrounded by the possibility of fait being tested. Tour yet again with me down this path of celebrating that guilty conscious of psychological obsession on Coffee House Confessions.

Confession.

The early morning birds had awaken me that morning. The sun shined directly through my curtains on to my pillowcase. Smothered in spit and hair in a frizz I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock. I let out a huge groan to help awaken me from last nights dream. The air in my room was crisp enough to see my breath. Somehow my heater had stopped working.

Today is my day off so I have time to hit my morning run, grab some coffee and replace this broken heater. As I'm walking back from my run on my way to get coffee I notice a lot of new sings up in the neighborhood. After seeing about three or four I finally stopped to see what was going on. Used Books. A blue paper that read used books in bold lettering, 10,000 of great used books for cheap. Also it read the exact location, had a phone number and a time frame to come for pick up.

I took a slip from the bottom of the paper and put the location into my GPS. "Oh it's only fifth teen minutes away from my place, That's perfect". After walking a mile to pickup my coffee and the heater I headed back home to drop everything off so I can catch the book sale. I had a single space left on my bookshelf for a book that I have been seeking for a while now. The Author singed twenty five books and placed them in small libraries across the world, the book was worth fifth teen hundred dollars if you found it. It's a limited edition book and everyone was in a frenzy to get their hands on the mysterious signed copies.

As I pulled the slip from my pocket I could feel the luck in my hands. Today was going to be the day I get lucky. Following my GPS on foot I could see that I was getting close. But also I could tell the neighborhood was getting sketchier by the second. Abandoned buildings spread out left and right, trash flying in the wind, there was even a graveyard across from my destination that was covered with crows fighting each other. I could feel my heart rate speed up inside my chest.

Approaching the building that also looked abandoned there was a sign on a thin piece of paper that said to go around back. I took a deep breath and knocked gently enough to not get a response. This way I can call it and head back home where I feel safe. But then I thought about the book. I took another breath and knocked harder. I pulled the slip out of my pocket and held it up to the camera. "I'm here for the used book sale!' I yelled.

The door pushed open on it's own making a shattering ear squeak. I covered my ears and peaked around the bin. Hello!?... Nothing. I walked in and there where more signs with arrows pointing all the way to the lower level of the place. The place was disgusting, the floor creaked, mice ran around in and out of corners eating piles of books left to dissipate. My heart was racing even faster, something told me to leave. But I was broke what choice did I have but to at least look around. As I began my search I start picking up books, dusting them off enough to read the tittle and place them back on the shelves.

It looked like no one had been here in years, all these books were left here to rot. But the real question I asked myself was how was I the only one to end up here...I can hear some footsteps in the distance and I immediately jump up. Hello?! Some one grabs me from behind and put's their hand over my mouth. Loosing shortness of breath going in and out of consciousness I could hear them whisper, "I knew you'd come". As I regain my sight back I realize that I am locked inside of a cage. I reach for every corner hoping the cage would somehow break open.

I could see someone sitting in a chair in the center of the room. It was a woman holding a book in her hand. "I was starting to wonder how long you were going to stay asleep, she said". I rubbed my eyes hoping that I was being deceived, it was her. The writer of the book I had spent months searching for. It was her in the flesh. Even though I was locked up in a cage in some strange building, all I could feel was excitement. Was I going to become apart of the next murder mystery series? I had to play it cool, not seemingly excited. "Please let me go"!?

It was all fake, the begging, the pleading, I think she caught on to me. She pulled out a huge metal plated whip my fav. All this intensity was really making me hot, I think she really wants to hurt me though. Good luck. She questioned me for about an hour before she gives up and forces me out of the cage. Alright slut now it's time for you to get punished. She pins me down on top of the cage and rips off my clothing one by one. I still hadn't got the slightest clue as to why she was so upset with me. But I played along thinking someone would jump out and yell SCENE!

She took her time and flogged me question after question making me wetter and more intensely horny. My nipples were so hard they pierced through the cage like thick nails. Holding back the moan that so badly wanting to boast out of me. After a while I couldn't take it anymore my ass was red and I was about to cum the hardest I have ever in my life. Looking around at all the books, being flogged and tourchered by my favorite BDSM writer was a dream cum true in my eyes. All until..

She came around and slammed my head into the cage several times until I began to bleed out. She then wrapped her whip around my neck and began to squeeze. "You think I'm a joke bitch?!" she screamed. Only then that I realized that I was going to die here. And for the first time I was exhilarated to be chosen for the next big series.