THE UNINVITED - The Nanci Report- Chapter 23
The Uninvited
The Nanci Report - a fine line between reality and fantasy
Chapter 23
- "Yeah, sorry, was daydreaming. A coffee would be nice!" - She smiled sadly and crossed her legs.
- "Yeah, it appears that you do that a lot! A coffee is coming up!" - He stood up, with a faint smile and she couldn't help but think if he knew what was she was daydreaming.
Also, she felt sorry for the first time for this man that had so clearly sacrificed his principles for her... she understood clearly, and too late, that he had meant every word he had ever given her.
Her faith in humanity had been shaken so much between this moment and her rescue by her lover. Her mind had been made long ago. She was committed.. this was the only thing she knew it was true on her web profiles.. yes, her hear belonged to the woman that had saved her soul and her body.
Nanci had failed to reconcile this with feeling with males. Her experience with that genre had not mellow her disdain for the species, still her fascination for it also had developed into a very efficient skill at manipulating them. She knew very well the power she could exert on them.. by now, she knew well how to control men. Manipulating her obvious charms in the form of a number of pictures captured by a former girlfriend, during a very steamy period of their relationship, she discovered her fascination for tributes... somehow she found amusing and a bit exciting at seeing cocks oozing their content on her honor.
It was a thrill to feel desired and at the same time exercise her will on those who thought her their property.
She knew better, she was very clear on how far she was going to allow men to reach her... this time.
The brutal reprisal that her girlfriend had somehow sprung on her tormentors had effectively returned her life to something resembling normality, with the exception of Randy only the women that had not participated in her nightmare had remained at the Call Center.
The investigation on the disappearance of the twins brothers have grown colder. With no evidence of foul play and Randy's explanation that they had quit their job after he had furnished evidence of irregularities in the management of critical accounts in the office had returned the appearance of normality.
Randy had apologized profusely and had gone out of his way to make up for his transgression. Nanci had been promoted to supervisor and enjoyed a significant leeway on the way she managed her time at the office.
Life was good once again.
The stability that her girlfriend have brought to her life was enough to offset the lack of excitement in her life. She had settled into a routine and life style now far from her ever expanding web persona. It fueled her ego the thousands of followers in the several sites she played on. It amused her to no end the devotion many of her fans.
She learned to jettison mercilessly those that were not up to her standards... her active imagination had taken the liking of stories and fantasies written for her.
Many had tried to woo her by writing elaborate stories about her. she has even encouraged the practice by providing false lifelike elements that supposedly gave her followers an apparent glimpse into her real life, it was all well until he came on board.
He had brought a romantic streak to his writing and comments... at the beginning it was cute, but soon she felt overwhelmed by his devote obsession.
She had resorted to cruel dismissal of his words in an attempt to discourage or toning down the rhetoric.
Why wouldn't he understand that she had now all she ever wanted? But he could write very good, and she couldn't just let him go so she devised a rouse.
Write a fantasy that he could make into reality; show herself unsatisfied with her life... make him believe that she needed to be rescued from her life, in order to form another with him in it. It was all for fun, she thought... but.
Here she was, the game had turned dangerous... it no longer was a fantasy. He had turned the table on her, and here she was, again at the mercy of a situation she had created.
He was in Calgary, and he had made true on his intention to k**nap her and break her will, so he can have her forever.
Things had turned ugly when he had gone against his nature and hired a bunch of tugs. She has paid the price, again she had been made victim of brutality and sexual abuse; even he had tried his hand at dominating her through v******e.
After the initial shock she had recovered quickly and gone into self preservation mode; she knew how to diffuse v******e, by submitting herself to the attackers, by fainting and exaggerating suffering she could minimize the chances of getting hurt seriously.
The gang he had brought with him were dangerous but they knew very well what they were doing; a bunch of deviants but far from being violent criminals, bent on self satisfaction, they could move out as soon as their needs were sated.
He has tried the same, but in a burst of guilt, he had uncovered himself, had dismantled the operation he had so painstakingly put together. Just a few hours ago he had dismissed the pack... called the whole operation off, told the men to leave and leave him with her in that place, he had gone to great extends in order to reverse the negative impact of his intervention.
Nanci comprehended that the man had not changed in the long time that had passed between them.. she knew, deep down that it was her actions what had, again, placed her in harm's way...
She had turned this man's desperation into a dangerous game... for the first time she realize that this time there were more than one victim.
Nanci's hear ached at realizing her games and actions had harmed not only her and her lover, but now this man that only sough to love her.
She had lied, she had made him believe her fantasy and now; here she was, feeling sorry for the man that had promised to sacrifice everything for her. And he had done it.
He had carried out his promise.
And now he had somehow provided the outlet she needed for almost five years, a way to let her own story, the real story out.
The cathartic experience of being able to say, to tell all that had made her into the human being she was.
She needed the relief, but also there was this urgent need to get things right once and for all. she need to do this so she could continue her life, the way it should have always be.
She needed her freedom, and she knew that she had to free him too.
Nanci was determined to fix the things that afflicted her on her own. It was her role this time, not her girlfriend to the rescue.. this was on her.
So she had told him the whole story, the true story, in vivid detail.... he, as she would expect it, had listened, without interruptions. Offering every once in a while words of reassurance.
This was the end... he had learned the folly of his. She had learned the lesson as well... She had to end it right here. The game was over. Life was more than entertaining each other's dark desires, it was more than using others for that goal.
He had understood, she was afraid of the consequences, but she knew she could not go through with the false promise she had so convincingly presented to him... she knew that if the circumstances would have been different, perhaps there could have been a future of happiness with this man that had loved her for more than a decade.
The story was done, there were no more word from either of them... he had promised to take her home and leave her alone forever.
For the first time Nanci had shed tears for the ones he had shed. For the first time she had felt sorry for someone else but herself.
He had offered her a cup of coffee, they have finished the content and he had asked her if she was ready to go. He still had the rented van he had used for the k**napping. The other's have left in the other car.
But she was now determined to make one final gesture; the last lesson... perhaps then the healing could begin.
The Nanci Report - a fine line between reality and fantasy
Chapter 23
- "Yeah, sorry, was daydreaming. A coffee would be nice!" - She smiled sadly and crossed her legs.
- "Yeah, it appears that you do that a lot! A coffee is coming up!" - He stood up, with a faint smile and she couldn't help but think if he knew what was she was daydreaming.
Also, she felt sorry for the first time for this man that had so clearly sacrificed his principles for her... she understood clearly, and too late, that he had meant every word he had ever given her.
Her faith in humanity had been shaken so much between this moment and her rescue by her lover. Her mind had been made long ago. She was committed.. this was the only thing she knew it was true on her web profiles.. yes, her hear belonged to the woman that had saved her soul and her body.
Nanci had failed to reconcile this with feeling with males. Her experience with that genre had not mellow her disdain for the species, still her fascination for it also had developed into a very efficient skill at manipulating them. She knew very well the power she could exert on them.. by now, she knew well how to control men. Manipulating her obvious charms in the form of a number of pictures captured by a former girlfriend, during a very steamy period of their relationship, she discovered her fascination for tributes... somehow she found amusing and a bit exciting at seeing cocks oozing their content on her honor.
It was a thrill to feel desired and at the same time exercise her will on those who thought her their property.
She knew better, she was very clear on how far she was going to allow men to reach her... this time.
The brutal reprisal that her girlfriend had somehow sprung on her tormentors had effectively returned her life to something resembling normality, with the exception of Randy only the women that had not participated in her nightmare had remained at the Call Center.
The investigation on the disappearance of the twins brothers have grown colder. With no evidence of foul play and Randy's explanation that they had quit their job after he had furnished evidence of irregularities in the management of critical accounts in the office had returned the appearance of normality.
Randy had apologized profusely and had gone out of his way to make up for his transgression. Nanci had been promoted to supervisor and enjoyed a significant leeway on the way she managed her time at the office.
Life was good once again.
The stability that her girlfriend have brought to her life was enough to offset the lack of excitement in her life. She had settled into a routine and life style now far from her ever expanding web persona. It fueled her ego the thousands of followers in the several sites she played on. It amused her to no end the devotion many of her fans.
She learned to jettison mercilessly those that were not up to her standards... her active imagination had taken the liking of stories and fantasies written for her.
Many had tried to woo her by writing elaborate stories about her. she has even encouraged the practice by providing false lifelike elements that supposedly gave her followers an apparent glimpse into her real life, it was all well until he came on board.
He had brought a romantic streak to his writing and comments... at the beginning it was cute, but soon she felt overwhelmed by his devote obsession.
She had resorted to cruel dismissal of his words in an attempt to discourage or toning down the rhetoric.
Why wouldn't he understand that she had now all she ever wanted? But he could write very good, and she couldn't just let him go so she devised a rouse.
Write a fantasy that he could make into reality; show herself unsatisfied with her life... make him believe that she needed to be rescued from her life, in order to form another with him in it. It was all for fun, she thought... but.
Here she was, the game had turned dangerous... it no longer was a fantasy. He had turned the table on her, and here she was, again at the mercy of a situation she had created.
He was in Calgary, and he had made true on his intention to k**nap her and break her will, so he can have her forever.
Things had turned ugly when he had gone against his nature and hired a bunch of tugs. She has paid the price, again she had been made victim of brutality and sexual abuse; even he had tried his hand at dominating her through v******e.
After the initial shock she had recovered quickly and gone into self preservation mode; she knew how to diffuse v******e, by submitting herself to the attackers, by fainting and exaggerating suffering she could minimize the chances of getting hurt seriously.
The gang he had brought with him were dangerous but they knew very well what they were doing; a bunch of deviants but far from being violent criminals, bent on self satisfaction, they could move out as soon as their needs were sated.
He has tried the same, but in a burst of guilt, he had uncovered himself, had dismantled the operation he had so painstakingly put together. Just a few hours ago he had dismissed the pack... called the whole operation off, told the men to leave and leave him with her in that place, he had gone to great extends in order to reverse the negative impact of his intervention.
Nanci comprehended that the man had not changed in the long time that had passed between them.. she knew, deep down that it was her actions what had, again, placed her in harm's way...
She had turned this man's desperation into a dangerous game... for the first time she realize that this time there were more than one victim.
Nanci's hear ached at realizing her games and actions had harmed not only her and her lover, but now this man that only sough to love her.
She had lied, she had made him believe her fantasy and now; here she was, feeling sorry for the man that had promised to sacrifice everything for her. And he had done it.
He had carried out his promise.
And now he had somehow provided the outlet she needed for almost five years, a way to let her own story, the real story out.
The cathartic experience of being able to say, to tell all that had made her into the human being she was.
She needed the relief, but also there was this urgent need to get things right once and for all. she need to do this so she could continue her life, the way it should have always be.
She needed her freedom, and she knew that she had to free him too.
Nanci was determined to fix the things that afflicted her on her own. It was her role this time, not her girlfriend to the rescue.. this was on her.
So she had told him the whole story, the true story, in vivid detail.... he, as she would expect it, had listened, without interruptions. Offering every once in a while words of reassurance.
This was the end... he had learned the folly of his. She had learned the lesson as well... She had to end it right here. The game was over. Life was more than entertaining each other's dark desires, it was more than using others for that goal.
He had understood, she was afraid of the consequences, but she knew she could not go through with the false promise she had so convincingly presented to him... she knew that if the circumstances would have been different, perhaps there could have been a future of happiness with this man that had loved her for more than a decade.
The story was done, there were no more word from either of them... he had promised to take her home and leave her alone forever.
For the first time Nanci had shed tears for the ones he had shed. For the first time she had felt sorry for someone else but herself.
He had offered her a cup of coffee, they have finished the content and he had asked her if she was ready to go. He still had the rented van he had used for the k**napping. The other's have left in the other car.
But she was now determined to make one final gesture; the last lesson... perhaps then the healing could begin.
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