Welcome to the A to Z Challenge 2023!
Warning: This is a kinky blog for adults only! We will be addressing topics of BDSM in our fictional posts!
Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, that’s okay. This one is started with T is for Terror! We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog. And honestly, this one is more romantic and suspenseful than kinky. We’ll see what happens after Z!
Yellow. Yellow light spills from the hole at the flick of a switch. “Come on, we have to go,” he yells as his phone starts screeching again.
I’m a little claustrophobic, just a little, and the hole is making my skin crawl.
“Please, come on, please,” he begs, and he starts to go down the steep cement steps in front of me, but he turns back and extends his hand to me. “Trust me. We’ll be safe down here. The tornado is almost right on top of us!”
Tornadoes are rare here. It happens, but not often. And what are the odds that it would happen right on top of us?
He unlocks his phone and pushes the alert at me. “See? It’s right here. Come on!”
I can’t process what he’s saying fast enough, but it looks legit. He couldn’t have possibly prepared all of this on the off chance a woman would come alone looking for help during a storm. This has to be real. It’s too much of a coincidence otherwise. Right?
I take a step forward, and I hear a loud crash as part of the warehouse wall crumbles. I stumble forward into the hole and Xander pulls the door shut on top of us. “Come on,” he says for the sixth time. He pulls me deeper into the space, taking me to the back of the dank space. The yellow light doesn’t illuminate all the corners, but it’s enough for us to navigate it safely.
“Where are we?”
“It’s a storm shelter. These warehouses aren’t much more than a tin can,” Xander says. “It’s built big enough to hold fifty people.”
I look around. There’s no way fifty people could be in this space without being right on top of each other. I shudder. If this had happened when the factory was open, I would be panicking hard core right now. With just the two of us, it’s roomy, and I feel relatively safe.
There’s another loud crash from above and the ceiling shakes, but everything stays in place. My heart is pounding and my whole body is shaking.
Xander is still holding my hand after pulling me down into the space, and feeling my trembling, he pulls me in and hugs me. “Are you okay, err. I don’t know your name.”
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