| Straight: Serial Stories: A Week in My Life - Saturday, Consequences (1/6) |
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Katherine stood before the plain green door in front of her as it opened smoothly in response to her nervous knock. A hooded figure stood there in a long white cloak, Katherine was unable to make out a face in the shadows. The figure beckoned her in and Katherine stepped past the silent figure, entering a short corridor leading to a reception room. The figure motioned for her to enter and she heard the door close behind her before footsteps trailed away. Looking around, she found herself in a small, simply decorated room, containing a single chair and a low table. An unmarked door led out from the far side of the room, a match for the one now closed behind her. The room was deserted apart from a plain white envelope on the table addressed to her. Opening it she read the hand written note, recognising Mike’s handwriting. My love, You have enjoyed many pleasures these past few days, some planned, some through chance. To keep things in equilibrium, you may now compensate for those pleasures. The door in front of you leads to other doors. Each of these other doors leads to a room dedicated to a particular form of ‘’atonement’. You may enter and sample the delights that wait inside three of those doors. Two of them you will choose yourself, one of them I have already chosen for you. Upon choosing and entering a room, you must obey any and all instructions given to you by the occupants of that room without question. Once you have entered and left three of the rooms, you will exit by the final door at the end of the corridor and your experience will be over. The door that you entered through will take you back to the street with no option of return. You may take all the time you need to pick a door. Choose wisely. Mike Katherine carefully read the note a few times. Today had started off so normal, Mike had left their bed before she woke and she’d enjoyed a lazy doze until being woken by the postman. Opening the package he delivered, she’d found a selection of clothes and a note. She wasn’t sure what Mike had planned but his instructions had been clear; she was to wear the clothes that he’d supplied her with and arrive at the address he’d written at the specified time. Examining the clothes that had arrived for her, she found a white cotton shirt that, a black pencil skirt that reached to just above her knees … and that was all. It seemed that Mike wanted her to be covered but only by the minimum of material. And that was how she now became to be stood in an empty room in a house she’d never even seen before, being asked to pick out her punishments! Trusting Mike, she stepped forward through the door facing her, finding a corridor lined with featureless doors. -x- Katherine picked a door at random and cautiously entered to find a low, sturdy |
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